Pike County press. (Milford, Pa.) 1895-1925, 1903-07-03

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Where once had flowed the lake.
But suddenly, as on they dig,
They strike substance hard,
The object too, is rather big,
They clear yard after yard
When 10 once more into the light
OF bright and garish day,
Our noble courthouse comes in sight
Their eager search to pay.
Then down they go and search about,
Through rooms and musty vaults,
Until they get the records out
The explorer never halts.
And now above in clear, pure air,
They spread them out and gaze.
The wonders they unearthed down there,
Truly they do amaze.
So many papers just alike,
Or with IA difference slight.
Those railroad maps OF little pike,
Long hid from human sight
But 10 at last the key is found
With each map goes n chnrterl
He's struck the scent the exploring hount
And thus he makes a starter.
He studies it in every way,
| With heavy brows contracted
The greatest puzzle Of the day
Fe well-nigh is distracted
For up and down and round and round,
These railroads madly race
They cover every inch Of ground
A pencil line can trace
| TIa eo,vc ffT oa nYef coo tho enot
Where these roads should come out,
IL must be here, but find it not
They twist and turn about.
They start from here, and there, in fact
From almost every place.
But where they end, that is the act
mostly wish to trace
This is indeed curious riddle
Now this road goes right through
House after house. cut thro the middle
What did the people dof
This says, the shortest route surveyed
From coGl-1elds to tide-water.
Here is the secret all betrayed,
Yes, yes, indeed we've caught'er,
This place was once called little Pike,
The people were called 'Pikers,
Neighbors to, but not much like.
The creatures once called strikers
A harmless race were those who dwelt,
In little Pixies fair lands.
And the depot where the trains all melt
Was the receivers hands.
To pass away an evening fair,
Men met, agreed, Objected
AT tavern once called Centre Square,
And officers elected.
Once on a time, curious man,
To see how a road would look,
Built nttle piece believe if you can
Almost a mile it took
A little engine, too, he bought,
1t tore madly oer the track
But all she distance it was taught,
Was TO the gravel hill and back
But ties viii rot and rails win rust,
Aud grades viii be grown DER.
The little Piker's gone to dust,
Win build these roads no more.
! It e'er had been their great desire.
That coal should reach tide-w water.
) OF energy they lacked the ilre
They never, never brought her.
For paper roads won't carry coal,
Though carefully laid out.
'Iis sad they never reach the goal,
When SO much talked about.
This road for more than sixty years,
Amusement furnished them,
Old men with trembling hopes and fears
The feeting years condemn.
But Jupiter Pluvius became
Convinced, that now he ought'er
: Help little Pikers, In their aim,
The coal should reach tide water
But easier FAR Tor Jupiter,
To bring the water there.
! For well he knew he'd never git her"
/, Over those roads la air.
a last the fairy dream came true
The Plkers got their wish
But an were 10 the seli-same stew,
To was Is funny dish
Old Jupiter can make things hum.
And Pike, lesson taught her
And thus AZ last true it bad come
The coal had reached tidc-Water."