Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-06-19
n Full Like Adams.

So we came home from the trial BY different
roads When my wife saw the palfrey COM
ing home wearing the saddle over his
stomach, she said that it was just like me to
send home the horse draped that way Just
to please the dear ones before got there
mvself
MY fall reminded me very much of
fell more painfully than the author of
Beautiful Snow" but can overcome it in
society quicker. It was the most painful
thing that has happened since the war, and
inside of 20 minutes met all the people of
North and South Carolina with whom / am
acquainted, besides 70 or 80 from New York,
who are here for their health and watching
to see better people fall of their horses
have always said that the roads here
should be macadamized, but If they can be
upholstered at the same price it would suit
me better.
Walt Whitman's Best Poetry.
A correspondent from Ocala wants to
know which, in my judgment, Is Walt
Whitman's most enjoyable poem. Without
hesitation would say that the most enjoy
able one, because the only one, barring
my Captain" perhaps, which can under
stand without overstimulating myself, is
one containing the following:
think could turn and live with animals,
they are SO placid and seifcontained.
stand and look at them long and long.
They do not sweat and whine about their
condition;
for their sins;
They do not make me sick discussing their
Not one Is dissatisfied. not one is demente1
with the mania of owning things:
Not one kneels to another, nor to his kind
that lived thousands Of years ago;
Not one is respectable or unhappy over the
whole earth.
It is no moro poetry, perhaps, than the
annual tax list for 1892, but 1t has ideas in
1t, and ideas are going to hurt no man.
Poetry is queer thing. I enjoy it where
find 1t unconventional and from the heart
Mr.. Riley writes me from Duluth, and
drops into poetry SO gently and so grace
fully that must run the risk of vexing him
by quoting page from his letter.
Page Prom Nj. Rley's Letter.
'But," he writes, "what shall tell you
of my first impression of America as 1 set
foot on Duluth soil-or in 1t rather-for it
is raining still, as it has been for the last
to overcome. Albeit, as Brother Bright
waters might cheerily remark.
On! what so grand as May day scene?
The fields is green and the woods is green,
And the skies is soft as the cooling dove
You have heard SO highly spoken of.
'Back seven miles from here 1 began to
note evidence of northern latitude, as COM
pared with that so recently left in Indiana.
For instance, although had three pairs of
underclothing, noted with regret that
was wearing two pairs of them in my grip
and not where my third pair was growing,
oh, so cold and distant Then quite a few
1-r,,x Sn1 1tr~&a lnrx cJpru
sengers began to appear, who talked in un-
accustomed tongues and with dialect that
smelled fishy and that sort O. glittery yel-
low-whisky tang that never yet was seen on
sea or land
Tho Old Buffalo Ovrrcoat.
'Also at the stations along the route began
to appear the object which the curious tour
ist first takes for a dead COW imperfectly
buried, but which upon nearer approach
proves to be our old friend with the buffalo
overcoat that ofttimes barks and snarls at
our accute sensib1lities as we jolt onward
with the grand march of civilization. But
the dear old bovine overcoat is going!
It is wearing ava, Jean,
Like snaw when it's thaw, Jean,
And its launches arc a., Jean,
As bald as the tomb!
There's cark there and care Jean,
And wear and tear there, Jean,
But there's mightys little hair, Jean,
Unsocked up the fume.
#This word Is q little obscure iii she
original, but looks some like deemed" or
denied" but evidently is neither Of these.
B. N.
Poetry like this does not bear the marks
of the coldchisel, and the smell of blasting
powder is not on it, but oh! how truthful it
isl How the buffalo overcoat of the North
west, with red flannel lining to it, and the
odor of the tepee and the dead and un-
cholorided past rises up before the eye of
one as one reads these simple yet truthful
lines to ones self BILL NYE.