The Ohio Democrat. (Logan, O. [Ohio]) 1886-1906, 1896-02-11
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anything about the roads, every
one knows how wretchedIy bad
they are" That was the muse
said all that.
Way out there among Bcnton's hills is place
whats curiosity
Whore you cun go and you're sure to not bo
annoyed.
Cause It's the most cons rnedest, out Of the
wayest thing you ever see in the way of Il
moustrosity,
An its owned by Old Reeves and Commodore
Green and Squire Floyd,
AM well sir, II jest beats all how nice an cool
Ills,
An long bout tho middle o. summer when
its hotter
N blue blaz,s. Green and wcldy and Floyd
and Yerges N some more fellers leave
their biz,
Ngo out there to play whist, an fll their
selves up on soft spring water.
Some say the Irjuns made this Ash Cave, but
when men,
AS is scientificlS, try to make out how they
did, they turn away dlsgusted,
| With the dee. My vcrshun Is that twas
onct big hole in the rock Mt got stuff
cd upwith soup beans and hot water,
An ] st natshully busted.
"That must be some more meter
OF your own inventions | interrupt
ed" "I.isten" said he.
Hear the rearing OF the falls,
Cedar Fnlls
And not far away Big Pine, pours DER Its
rocky walls
How the rushing, rushing, rushing,
or he water from the heights
AS they all come downwarj crushing
From each little crevlce gushing,
on The left and on the right,
o. theleft and on the right,
Making noise, noise, noise,
For the girls and the boys
As they go for recreation from their daily
toll that gals.
To the falls, falls, fa Is, falls, falls, falls,
falls.
To the picturesque Big Pine and Cellar Falls.
Just west of Logan Is falls,
Hocking Falls.
And below are great pools and innumer-
able spals,
And the orrent sweeping, sweeping,
On the slippery bed of rock,
Makes the small boy go a creeping
And nwaxcs him from his sleeping
AS II b ings him down ker-sock
With n shock, shock, shock,
To himself and to .lle rock
While ab,ve the maids and laddies,
Who have come there on lark
Having slipped OF from their daddies-
Laugh and spark, spark, spark, spare,
Spark, spark, spark
AS they sit upon the banks above ond
spark.
And there's still another falls.
SCOTS Creek Falls.
What flood of rccollcctions the sight OF
them recalls
How vacation -catlon -cation,
Drew us there against parents law
And each caught with constcrnation, ex-
ecr0tion, condemnation
Glimpse of his respective pa
And emerged from out the water
And went forward to the slaughter,
You'd laughed to see the clab-bo ri beat
tattoo upon our pants,
On our pants, pants, pants, pants,
Pants, pants, pants.
And good gracious. how we'd holler
When they nailed us by the collar
And lnmbasted us while putting on our
pants.
To him, who In the study of Mound Build
ers holds.
Communion with their various remains,
they speak
Most strange and wcired words.
When trouble and cares of business life
assnils thee,
Making thee to feel faint, and tired of life,
Go thou overin Crawforl's corn field or OIL
The great Bishop hill just beyond,
Or out on picturesque Greasy Ridge
Or lose tlIyself on Kellar's farm,
Where The babblng brookle,s flow and
hear no sound,
Save the splashing OF the mud turtle.
Yet these, mounds are there. And in
Various other places in the country where
You may rove, you find them. And
From each and everyone seems to come
A melancholy voice, Ike the rusting OF the
Autumn leaves.
Which says
Pr, pare, o man, 10 meet thv doom.
Thousands of years ago, / inhabited the
ground
Where now you tread, and live
And II lurlshed there. But now
lie beneath tae sod, moulderlng ard dc
ciyed.
Yet n few years, thou denizen of earth,
And thou shalt take thy place with me,
Within silent mound, In comparison with
mine, Insignificant.
Preparf, man, to meet thy doom.
Who-o' o-op-cc-Big inJun.
With the last wild shout my
muse vanished, and | think he
must have been mound builder.
Kari's Clover Root Tea,
Is sure cure for Headache and