Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1895-11-25
PENN-YAN BILL
 fBy Eugene Field. !

IBy Eugene Field 1 In gallus old Kentucky, where the grass is l very blue, Where the liquor is the s1noothest and the girls i are fair and true, Where the crop of be-gawd gentlemen is full
 of heart aud sand, And the stock cf four time winners is the fin est in the land Where the Dem ,cratic party in bourbon hardi-
 hood For more than half 6 century unterritied has
 stood Where nod the black eyed Susans to the pratt
 tie of the rill- There-there hefen the ygooing of Penn.Yau Bill. Down wonder in the cottage that is nestling in the shade Of the walnut trees that seem to love that quiet little glade Abides a pretty maiden by the bonny name of Sue As pretty as the black eyed flowers and quite as modest too. And lovers came there by the score, of every
 age and kind, But not (the story goesl was quite to Su- sies mind. Their sighs, their protestations and their pleadings made her il1- Till all at once upon the scene hove Penn-Yan
 Bill. He came from old Montana, and he rode broncho mare; He had a rather howdysdo and rough and tumble air. His trousers were of buczslin and his coat of
 furry stuff: His hat was drab of color, and it's rim was
 wide enough; Upon each leg a stalwart boot reached just
 above the knee. And in the belt about his waist his weapon
 carried he: A rather strapping lover for our little Susie
 still She was his choice. and he was hers, was Penn-
 Yan Bill. We wonder that the ivy seeks out the oalen
 tree And twines her tendrils round him, though
 scared and gnarled he be- We wonder that gentle girl, unused to world
 ly cares Should choose q man whose life has been
 constant scrap with bears Ah 'tis the nature of the vine, and of the
 maiden, too So when the bold Montana boy came from his lair to The fair Kentucky blossom felt all her heart strings thrill Responsive to the purring of Penn-Yan Bill. He told her of his cabin in the mountain far
 away, Of the catamount that howls by night, the
 wolf that yawps by day He told her of the grizzly with the automatic
 jaw, He told her of the Iniun who devours his vic
 tins raw; Of the jawhawk with his tawdry crest and
 whiskers ill his throat, Of the great gosh awful sarpent and the Rocky
 mountain goat. A book as big as Shakespeare s or as Webster's
 you could fill xA..1E Bill To, as these nightly prodigies the westerner
 relates, Her pretty mouth falls wide agape-her eyes
 get big as plates; And when he speaks of yarmints that in the
 Rockies grow, She shuddered and she elings to him and tim
 idly cries tohi' And then says he, 'Dear Susie I'll tell you
 what to do You be my wife, and none of these ere things dare poster you!' And she2 She answers, clinging close and
 trembling yet, ssI will" And then he gives her one big buss, does Penn
 Kan Bill. Avaunt ye poet lovers, with your wishy- washy lays Avaunt ye solemn pedants, with your musty.
 bookish waysi Avaunt ye smirl1ing dandies who air your
 etiquette Upon the gold your fathers worked so long and hard to geti How empty is your nothingness beside the sturdy tales Which mountaineers delight to tell of border hills and vales- Of snakes that crawl, of beasts that yowl of
 birds tkat flap and triu In the wild egregious altitude of Penn-Yan Bill. Why, over all those mountain peaks his honest feet have trod | So high above the rest of us be seemed to walk with God | He's breathed the breath of heaven, as it
 foated, pure and free. | From the everlasting snow caps to the mighty western sea; | And he's heard that awful silence which thun- ders in the ear, 1 "There is great Jehovah, and his biding place is herei' These-these the solemn voices and these the sights that thrill In the faraway Montana of Penn Yan Bill. | Of course. she had to love him, for it was her
 nature to, And she'll wed him in the summer if all we
 hear be true. ! The blue grass will be waving ill that cool Kentucky glade Where the black eyed Susans cluster in the l pleasant walnut shade, 1 Where the doves make mournful music and l the locust trills 6 song l To the brook that through the pasture scam
 pers merrily along And speechless pride and rapture ineffabls
 shall fill The beatifc bosom of Penn-Yan Bill.
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