Eureka weekly sentinel. [volume] (Eureka, Nev.) 1887-1902, 1896-10-31
HIAwATHA BILL.

In the doorway Of his wigwam
Sat the Big Chief Mckinley,
In the camping grounds at Canton,
Waiting for the fall election.
From the earth and from tho planets,
Came the red men in the war paint,
From the North Pole. from the South Pol,
From the yonder side OF nowhere;
Some there we're who came in wagons,
Some by wire and some In box-csrs,
Some in pArachutes and air.sbips,
Many came who had their skates on -
Came the painted braves with war whoopl
Came to greet their chief. Mckinley,
To the campaign ground at Canton,
In the Buckeye State" Ohio.
Greetings bring we, Chief Mckinley,
From the trusts and from the gold bugs
Greetings bring from Grover Cleveland,
From shs boilers at Chicago.
Great art thou, Big Chief Mckinley,
For the soslps thou hast not taken;
Wise ar, thou, Big Chief Mckinley,
For thou lookest like Napoleon
Thou wilt get our votes, Mckinley,
At the coming fall election;
Thou wilt poll the vote OF England.
And the boilers at Chicago.
Now we pray thee, Chief Mckinley.
Lay thy hands upon and bless US.
Charm us with the Spirit Hanna,
Lest the Pale. Face Bryan gets u.s."
Then uprose the mighty chieftain-
Welcome unto thee, my children
Thou art wise in thy selection,
indeed will be thy savior;
would save thee and thy money
From the greedy hand OF Labor;
will double. aye and triple.
| will multiply thy millions;
Thou shalt have tariff higher,
Higher than the pale Of Heaven;
Thou shalt have q money golden,
Golden as the Calf OF Aaron.
Heed thou not the cries OF hunger
From the crazy idle masses
Fear thou not the Bogy Bryan
He whose tongue 10 made OF silver.
Go thou hence, beloved children !
Peace be unto thee, my children
THE SNOW STORM.
o. the long and dresry Tuesday
In the fatal month November
Ever thicker, thicker, thicker,
Froze the ice about Mckinley
Ever deeper, deeper, deeper.
Bryan ballots showed him under
All day long he moaned and sat there,
wringing eft bis hands in anguish.
Crying, with his eyes turned upward:
Give me ballots Give me ballots /"
"Ba-ah Ba-ah |" came the answer
From the Golden Calf Of Aaron.
Into Big McKinley's wigwam
Came Mark Hanna, grim and silent
Did not psrley ct the doorway,
waited not 10 De invited,
And the Chieftain, In his anguish.
Shuddered o. he looked upon him.
" Where. o Marcus, is my passport
To the White House over yonder?
Where the ballots that You told me
Would be mine on this November
Where are they who came In box-csrs
Where the drum msrs and the soldiers7 2
Where the bankers and Attorneys7
Where the preachers with their prayer
books2
Where the boilers ct ChicagoY
Where 10 Grover with his trotlines
Where, . where are ell the women 2"
But Mark Hanna answered sadly:
There are others There are others
All night Ions they smoked and sat there
Sat there till the dawn OF morning;
Sat there till feeling told them
That their stomaohs needed fxingi
Then Mark Hanna rose and tottered
From the doorway OF the wigwsm,
Saying as he ambled forward:
" Farewell, o my Chief Mckinley !
All my hopes are buried with you;
Buried with you, Chief Mckinley
May you have peaceful voyage
Up the waters Of Salt River
Where the crow and buzzard flourish.
In the Land Of the Forgotten +"
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