Brookings register. (Brookings, S.D.) 1890-1894, 1892-03-18
The First Settlers Story

Ant two spen vorken oxen-but ay gaet rex
horses now ".
Den ay bald me- little skanty where smo creek
Yust build him up nit sods and mex der
roof init hay.
sometam der sout Wind BLOWN, half mae
Ant der sunshine comm trough ant shining on
ma efry day.
Ant in sprngtem come der rain trough, ven ay
sit dar oil alone,
Ant in winter come der blizzards sitting trough
Many Winter naghts ay sitting dar. mae elbow on
mae knee.
Smoking on mae pape ant tankng bout dose
folks across der sea.
Yet lake dot lettle skanty-ay got ma mace, big
Won tame ay yust half dot skanty, ant ma oxen
Yes ay lake dot lettle skanty where smo creek
ben running bae;
When ay linking 'bout dose happy tame it al
mas max ma cry!
First tame when ay taking claim har, no man
living har but mae:
Oh aroun' har ben green prairie yust far lax
ay con see.
Many tames ay stand ant looking when dose
warm days com in spring;
Nothing can ay see bot prairie dogs ant birds ant
such ting.
Soon dar come Won Yerman facr ant ha take
claim on der vest.
Dot claim got no hill or stone upon ha know it
ben der best
On ma mort side come Won Englishman nit four.
teen children, bout;
On der east Won Irishman ha com ant take liant:
on der south
Soon dar come Won Jankee faller, hes name ha
Oh ay lake dot Jankee faller; Charley ben COED
man to me.
Many times ba come ant see me, on dose winter
Ant ha lend ma smoke tobacco when ay didn't
got ma some.
Ay never, see ma frient some more, ha ben
Charley ben killed by dat trash machine vot
blowing up down har,
Sometames when ay tinkin' bout him, den ny
tink, ooh Charley Lee,
Never will ay fand some oder frient vot ben
kind to ma.
Veil When poor Charley ha ben killed he's vafe
she moving way.
Ant soon Won Irishwoman buy hes farm, ant
She ha ben worst lookn' woman vot ay see mos
any place;
She ha got gray ayes, red har, big feet, frick
les on her face
Her meme ha ben Mrs. Rayan, ant she ben Won
widow too;
She tol ma bout i: oil dot day der prairie fare
gone trough
"Ma husband die she say, "poor man, der
fever take his lafe.''
But ay tank mos any man ben dead vot lif
mi. sach a vafe!
Veil. Won Sunday near der hearvest ay ben vok-
ing trough ma wheat,
When ay sudden hear Won little sound vot sound
SO very sweet.
Ant dar come Mrs. Rayan Walking by der road
along,
Picking by der road some lettle flowers, ant
She say: "Vhy Ole, how you do: You got mace
wheat, ay sac,
Ay yust ben out for lette volk; now you mus
walk nit ma
Den ay ben frightened; ant ay sa~; ave got
mace vedder now.
Goodby Mrs. Rayan, ay mus go ant feed ma
pigs and COW.
Den ay starting maghty fast for home, but she
say, sole stop!
Ay lake to speak nit you bout der vedder and
der crop
So ay come back, ant We ben Walking oil dose
fields aroun';
Ant when We still ben Walking on der sun ben
goin down.
Den ay linking; "Mit des white dress on she
lookin' very neat;
Ant her feet day ben no bigger dan ma sister
Fenny g feet;
Ant If her ayes ben lettls gray, vot's dot Ay
Ant dot red hair ben just so good as Yennys
JellOW mar.
We ben standing in der moonlight on der bridge
across der creek;
Ant den ay put ma arm aroun ant kiss her on
Den she say: "vl Ole Yohnson, vot you doin'
NIT ma face:'
Ay say, don't know yot you coll it, but it
tasting owful nace!''
Den ay never feel SO happy as dot tame in oil
Ant syn ay ia tai 49, her, h r Mrs. Rayan, ay wants
She say, Yes" ant den ay feel so good lake
jumping over fence.
Ant der next day We got marriet ant ay not
been happy sence.
Yust der first tame We got marret: oil dot beauty
fadn' way;
Ant her big, feet day got bigger, and her ayes
on tame she say, sole! OLE" den ay comm
raght along!
Nhen she gettin' mad she shove mae roun ant |
-, knock me trough der door.
Oh, ay never going marry widows any
morey
Dli ma horses ant ma big farm ay gf, when you
gif to ma
Back yonce more ma lettle skanty ant ma good
frient, Charley Lee.
Oh, av lof dat lettle skanty where smoll creek
ben running bae:
When ay tlnkln' bout dose happy tame it almos'
max ma cry.
Sometames when ay tinkin bout it tear ben
But now poor Oh Ole Yohnson ha mus 90; ma
frients, goodbae. WILL DILLMAN
Revllo, s. d.
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