Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-11-18
cAsEYs TABBLE DoTE..
fB y Eugene Field.

When shc nigh ssz sfJ3 \ heisry sre rs.s camp wuz all astir, i With the joints all throwed wide open Ind nl l sheriff to demur l Oh, them times on Red Hoss mountain in the Rockies far awayl l There's no sieh place nor times like them Us kin find today. What though the camp hez bustedf seen. to see it still A-lyin, like 1t loved it, on that big nd warty And feel sort of yearnin md a chokin in my throat When I think of Red Hcss mountain nd of Casey's tabble dote. waal, yes. it's true struck it rich, but that i don t cut show When one is old nd feeble nd it's nigh his time to go.
 The money that he'sgot il, bond or carries to invest
 Don't figger with codger who has lived life. out vest Us old chaps like to set around away from | folks nd noise l Nd think about the sights we seen and things We done when boys; The which is why 1 love to set md think of them old days When all us western fellers got the Colorado craze. And that is why love to set around all day nd gloat 5 tabhle dote.
 This Casey wuz an Irishrnan-youd know it by his name Nd by the facial features appertainin to the same. He'd lived in many places and had done a thousand things, aa From the noble art of actin to the work of dealin kings,
 But somehow hadn't caught on; so, driftin 1Uf fhA He drifted for fortune to the undeveloped west,
 Nd he came to Red Hoss mountain when the little camp wuz new, 1 When the money flowed like hkker. nd the folks wuz brave and true, 1 'Ndshayin been Q stewart on a Mississippi boat He opened up caffy, Rnd he run tabbIe dote. The bar wuz long md rangey. with mirror on the shelf Nd pistol, so that Casey when required,
 could help himself. Down underneath there wuz row of bottled
 beer nd wine
 Nd keg of Burban whisky of the run of '59. Upon the walls wuz pictures Of hosses nd Of | ] girls
 Not much on dress perhaps, but strongson rec a ords nd on curls7 ea I The which had been identified with Casey in | S# thespast- 4B
 The hosses nd the girls, mean nd both were # mighty fast. @
 But all these fine attractions WIZ precious lit
 tie note 2
 By the side. of what wuz offered at casey's
 tabble dote
 There wuz half dozen tables altogether in the
 place,
 Nd the tax you had to pay upon your vittles zHs wuz case.
 The boardin houses in the camp protested
 'twuz shame
 To patronize robber. which this Casey wuz
 the same
 They said a case wuz robbery to tax for ary
 meal,
 But Casey tended strictly to his biz nd let
 'em squeal,
 Nd presently the boardin houses all began to
 bust,
 While Casey kept on sawin wood nd layin in
 the dust,
 Nd oncet & trav'lin editor from Denver city | wrote
 A piece back to his paper pufan Casey's tabble
 dotc.
 A tabble dote is different from orderin aller
 cart.
 In one case you git all there is, in tother only
 part. 1 Nd Casey's tabble dote began in French, as
 all begin, | Nd Casey's ended with the same, which is to say with 'vin,"
 But in between was every kind of reptile,
 bird nd beast,
 The same like you can git in high toned res. | tauraws down east,
 Nd windin up wuz cake pie, with coffee demy tass,
 Or sometimes hoatin Ireland in a soothin kind of sass
 That left sort of pleasant ticklin in a feller's throat 1 Nd made him hanker after more of Casey's l tabble dote. 1 The very recollection of them puddin's nd them pies
 Brings yearnin to my buzzom nd the water
 to my eyes. i Nd seems like cookin nowadays ain't what it used to be
 In camp on Red Hoss mountain in that year of 63
 But maybe it is better, nd maybe I'm to l I'd like to be a.livin in tho mountains jess the
 same.
 I'd like to live that life again when skies wuz fair md blue, When things wuz run wide open nd men wuz l brave md true, | When brawny arms the fiinty ribs of Red Hoss l mountain smote
 For wherewithal to pay the priae.of Casey's l tabble dote. 1 Nd you o cherished brother, a-sleepin way l out vest
 With Red Hoss mountain huggin you close to its lovin breast
 Oh do you dream in your last sleep of how we
 used to do,
 Of how We workd out little claims together, me md youf Why, when saw you last smile wuz restin | on your face,
 Like you wuz glad to sleep forever in that lonely place.
 Nd so you wuz, nd I'd be, too, if wuz sleep i'll so
 But bein how brothers love ain't for the | world to know,
 Whenever I've this heartache nd this chokin l in my throat, lay it all to thinkin of Casey's tabble dote
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