The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1901-12-15

BoSS AaS Sliti-sulS n iAJAs ~ 49,
of the bar. This is how this ~extravagant
party sings. It's what Colonel Sterett.
| yere. to whom I repeats it former. calls
blanket verse"
"'"Let all the sons Of men b'ar witness
sings this gent, as he goss skatin' stiI-ilig
about in a ring like I rebates. arms bent.
an back arched: let all the sons of men
bar witness; an speshuily let a GOVERN
varmint, named Sam Enright. size me Up
an shudder! I'm the maker Of d $ ris an
the wall-eyed harbinser of des-lation. I'm
kin to rattlesnakes on my mothers side:
I'm king OF all the eagles An full brother 70
the bars! I'm the bloo-eyed lynx OF Whis-
ky Crossin', an I weigh four thousand
pounds! I'm a he-steamboat: I've pu; a
crimp in a cat-o'-mount with noth:n' but
my Twin hands,, 1 broke a full-grown ALA
gator across my knee. tore him asunder
and showered his shrinkin' fragments over
a full section of land! I Rugged a cinna-
mon bar to death. and made a Grizzly
plead for mercy! Who'll come gouge with
me? Who'll come bite with me? Who'll
come put his knuckles in my back? I'm
Weaseleve. the dead shot: I'm the blood
drinxin' skelp-tarin'. k~nife-ply:n' demon Of
Sunf1ower Creek. The fash OF my elince
will deaden a whiteoak an my screech in
anger will back the panther plumb OF his
natif hills! I'm a slayer an a slaushtere:
an / cooks an eats my dead, I can wade
the Cumberland without victim mysa'f an
drink outen the spring without touchin' the
ground! I'm a swinge-cat: but 1 wars you
not to be m;sled by my looks, I'm a fiyin'
bison. an devastation rides upon my
breath! Whoop! whoop! whoopee! I'm
the purple blossom Of Bingham Mountain.
an I longs to meet that lion-hearted child
Of the lightnin' who'll lam loose an try an
nip me in the bud! Whoop. whoopee. I'm
yere to fight or drink with any sport: I'll
do airy one or both! whoopee! Where is
the stately stag to stamp his hoof or rap
that boundin' buck! whoopee, whoop.
whoop!'
Then this yere vociferous Purple B'os-
som pauses for breath: but keeps NJ his
stilt-laig dance. considerin' me meanwh lie
with his eye, plenty baleful. Veal on or
parts is viewtn' him over a heap respectful
an amt retortin' a word. Then he begins
ag'in with a yelp that wouli stampede a
field Of corn.
"''who is thar Iovelier than Polly
Hawks!" he shouts. 'Show me the femIie
more entrancin' an let me drop dead at her
feet! Who is lovelier than Polly Hawks,
the sweetheart Of FLYNN Bison the on
chained tornado Of the hills! Feast your
gaze on Polly Hawks: her beauty would
MELT the heart Of Nacher! I'm the Purple
Blossom Of Bingham Mountain: Folly
Hawks shall marry an follow me to my
wigwam! Her bed shall be Of bar skins:
her food shall be yearlin' venison an wild
honey from the tree! Her gown shall be
%panther's pelts fringed round with wolf
tails an eagles claws! She shall belt her
SET with a rattlesnake an her Sunday bun
net shall be a swarm Of bees! When I kiss
her it shounds like the crack CT a whip. IN
] wouldn't part with her for twenty cows.
We will wed an pop'iate the earth with
terror! Where is the sooicide who'll stand
In my way?"
":At this Pint the Purple Blossom leaves
Oh dancin' an fronts up to me. personal
Whoopeer' he says: say. you don't
love the girl an III give you one hundred
dollars before I spills -FOUR ife."
(which. Of course. all these yere moost-
cal an terpsh.corean p~reeliminaries means
simply 50 much war between me ar this
Perfted beau Of Poily's. to see who'll own
the lady's heart I explains that I'm not
Jest then 1T for combat. sufferin' as I be
from an o~verabundance Of dog an bar.
The Purple Blossom ID plumb p'lite an says
he don't hunger to whip no cripples- Then
he names a day two months away when he
allows he'll shore descend from Bingham
Mountain. bile me down an run me into
candles to burn at the weddin' OF him an