The daily morning journal and courier., 1898-12-02
The Scapegrace,s Reiurn.

An puLeu hls nay stacks down! He was a.lus inter s0methin'.
 Some row or spree or bout, Until the folks all hated him.
 An wished that he'd clear out. You remember where Bill lived,
 down the road q spell In dirty, low down shanty,
 Fit fur q ne'er-do-well, Whenever q thing was mssin'
 They al.us looked there fust, An l guess they gin rally found it,
 Eff tell the truth l must. There come a day now five years back,
 When folks got purity warm, An vowed they d have Bill rested,
 To keep him out O harm. But Bill, he smelt of it eomin'.
 An didn't wait to mince, He ies' cleared out an left the town,
 An, haint been heard of since Well, Bllls come back, upon my word
 dif'rent sort O man,
 He's all dressed up in navy blue,
 An works fur Uncle Sam, l seen him down to Hawkins store A slttln on u char.
 An tellin' all the boys his yarn.
 About the spanish war.
 Seems Bilps kind O officer,
 A bo'swain I believe, An now the tghtin's over
 Home he comes on leave. Hes been printed ill the papers,
 Fur somethn' that he done, While seryin' on q gunboat crew, think her name's Hudson. Twas like this of I heard 1t right.
 Down thar to Hawkins store,
 His boat was sent to Cardenas. On Cuby's northern shore, A huntin' fur Spanish gunboats, Hid in the land locked bay,
 An in they went without Il fear One pleasant morn last May. Another kind O boat went too, Along O the one Bills on. A torpedoer I think he sed But didn't quite ketch on, The Winslow was the other boat. | A kind O foatin' shell 1 That fires curious sort O bomb. | That sends q ship to He'll | They went right in these two boats did, As if there was nothin' there | But sudden like up popped a shell | An bust right ill the air, l Over the boat. the little one, | The kind O foatin' bomb | An it hurt her bad, twas plain to see, | She turned her broadsde on. | Her engines busted Bill cried out, runnin' to the bow. l Throw her line,' the captain yelled | An then thar was row. | Bll's boat went in to sare her mate.
 An the Dagoes they let fire, 1 IutH u SGeuHu as IL dH f1eLl, Was up thar in the air.
 Bill Dorman stood on the for'ard deck. 1 As calm as he used to be l When he robbed a barn or chased 'cooI Or shook an apple tree.
 He braced himself an fggered clus, l How far the throw would be
 Then flung the rope with all his might, | Across that boilin' sea.
 It fell too short an didn't reach The helpless little boat,
 Bill, he called out in tones of rage | I'm the poorest shot afoat.' Again he tried with all his strength. | It landed plump and fair.
 Oh, how the sailors jumped and cheered. l To see 1t lying there.
 A sailor on the little boat | Stepped forward to the bow | While al the Hudsons stalwart men Made ready for the. tow. l His mates all crowded round him 1 To see him make it fast l An all cried out in tones of joy l 'Ah, now we're safe at last.
 Jes then a shriekin' Dago shell, Come rippin' through the air, i An bust right in among them, | An laid them all out there.
 Five brave men their lives gave up 1 All for them measly boats, ] A hidin' in that treach'rous bay, 1 An murderin' of our folks. | Another man then grabbed the rope In time to take turn. | Before t6e Hudson started out, | An her screw began to churn. | Away she went at topmOSt speed, Out of the fatal bay, But when she fetched up on the rope It busted as if twas hay.
 Another rope Bill threw the boat, A sailor made it fast ] thpV ri fnI hn The rope held strong at last. 1 Fall speed ahead away they sailed Followed by shell on she'll With thanks to God. who led them out, Out from that fiery Hell.
 I tell ye, boy, Bill showed the stuff That goes to make q man.
 An now he's back. we'll honor him, For helnin' Uncle Sam. We'll all be proud of the reckless boy,
 That once we wished away | An bid him welcome to our homes
 Cause of his act that day" | Walter N Bliss.