Cañon City record., 1901-04-18
LETTER KILL

NY DeArest-See what an eject your
I '-gallous young hound" episode has had
ON me. I send IL back to you roughly
done into rhyme. | don't know wheth-
er IL viii carry, for outside your telling
I of 1t Johnnie kigarrow' is not a name
/ of heroic sound. What touches me as
SO strangely complete about IL is that
I you should have got that impression
and momentary romantic delusion as n
child and now hear. years after. OF his
disappearing out OF life thus 1ttingly
and mysteriously, so that his name Will
fix its legend to the countryside for
many a long day. | would Ike to go
there some day with you and. standing
on Twiocb hill. imagine all the country
round as the burial place OF the strong
man on whose knees my beloved used
TO play when a child
II must have been soon after this
that your brother died. Truly. dearest.
from now, and strangely, this Johnnie
kiEarrow will seem more TO me than
him. touching a more heroic strain of
idea and stifrening fibers in your na-
ture that brotherhood. as n rule. has no
bearing on.
A short letter today. beloved. because
what goes with II is so long. This is
the first time l have come before your
eyes as anything but letter writer.
and l am doubtful whether you VIII
care to have so mach all about your
self. Yet for that very reason think
how much l loved doing II. am Jeal-
out OF those days before I knew you
and want - have all their wild honey
flavor for myself DO remember more
and tell me- Dearest heart. IL was to
me you were coming through all your
scampcrs and ramblinGs No wonder.
with that unknown good running paral-
lei. that by childhood was a happy one.
May long life bless you. beloved
tIncluslrr
Ny brother and ! down in Vale.
And listened hs might 70 the weishm.n', tales
lie was elsVca. and was ten
We sat thr knces Of the isFrnrr's men
After the whole days work was done
And uHs friends with the farmers son
iii. hands rough hi. wrre strong.
His mouth merry and loud for song:
Zach night when sct by the ingis vail
lie was The usrrriest nan o, them all.
] would catch at his beard snd ay
All the things had done in the day
TImhled bowlders the force.
sSum In the river and fired the GORE
''Ilaif the side Of the hilil' guoth l.
''Chuti'' sid he, but the squeak was narro~l
DIDN'T you rne., With Johnnie Kigarrowr'
Ne" aid I. and who will Ne be.
And what will Be Johnnie Kigsrrpw to mer'
The farmers said under his brrsth:
Johnnie kizsTrc~ may be your desthI
Listen. you herr. and kecp you x,iili
Johnnie Kigsrrow hidcs under the hill
TNioch barrow stands over his head:
lie shadows the river TO make his ted
Boslder~ roll when be stir~ q limb.
And the Eoree the hill belongs to himi
And ~ - he one sres his eorse.
Hes out of his bed and he mounts his horse.
Oh he sets; with arSt long stride
lie IL halt way the mountain side.
With his second stride he has crus-rd tho barrow,
And he has you last. has Johnnie kigarrv~i''
Half I laughed. and half feared;
l clutehed and rugged at the strong mans bard
And Dragged as brave boy could be;
sol But, you SEC. he didn't catch mel
Fear caught hold OF me. What had donef
High the roof rose the farmers son
How the aEht Of him froze my marrpwi
IL" he cried. ''sm Johnnie kigarro~i'
Well. you wonder. what was the endf
Never forget; he had called me '.tricndr'
Mighty Of limb and hard and brown
Quickly he laughed and set me down.
''uehi" said he, 'hu, the squeak was narrow.
Not to be esush, by Johnnie kisarcwi"
Now. 1 hear. after years gone by.
Nobody knows how he came to die.
lie s,rode out one night OF storm;
Get you to bed and keep you warmr'
Out into darkness went he.
Nobody knows where his bones may BE-
Only think, ~ his tongue let so
Truth that once. how perhaps know.
Twloeh river, and Twioeh barrow.
Do you cover my Johnnie kigaTrowf
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