The citizen-Republican. (Scotland, Bon Homme County, S.D.) 1???-19??, 1906-07-26

mounted his fleet range pony, soon over
took the miscreants, recovered the chilo'
escaped her savage captors. and was soon
back to the white mems camp, but shortly
tainted from a wound, and when ne came
to" found himself in a bunk in his own
shack, his pard, Big Bill, tanning nm
with his old SLOUGH hat. When conscious
ness had returned to Jack, Bill went ana
called in the movers, whom he found to be
JACKS people, as note:
| Said Bill: "Or pard, yo TT in the right nest
When you struck that movers CAMP
See yer NANNY, sister, dad am the rest,
Amt yo' tickled yo' wuthless scamp
Twas my mother ez sure ez you're alive,
An my sweeC little sister, TOO,
That was born lorg after l came to strive
In the land o the savage Sioux.
Twas my dad an the boys that I helped
that night
In the storm on the open PLAIN;
An sister dear that L saved (bless her
From the iire-stake's horror and pain.
They had come out west in search o good
They was purity hard up back there,
But they'd been killed es dead es Oh Cap
Grimes,
If it hadn't been for mem the mare.
The folks settled down on this very ranch,
An here we all live today, -.
| Right on the OF trail to Camp Commanch'
Lightly mile from there, so they say.
Little Marie, when she had grown older,
had met u gallant young United States
army captain at Denver, which meeting
Sprang into 4 courtship. The two were to
be welded the very day Jack was telling
his story to a drenched and wounded scout
who had just r:dden up after having been
sorcly pressed on his night trip across the
plains by hostile Indians and wolves ana
had missed his way. Jack invited him 10
put VI and stay to the wedding, stating
that he had never seen his sisters al
fianced right at hand, closing his remarks
as follows:
She's the sweetest angc under the sky,
An If Joe don't use her as such
He'll be called on to tell the reason why
I'm free to predict that much.
From hearsay he must be about our size.
An what's that? We'll! you're Cap
Tunnls,
An here comes Marie on the run. My eyes!
They're a huggin' like two OF chuns!
Dialect or folklore poems of a sentiment
al nature are bound to win popularity. II
they are worthy, and Mr.. Branch has
struck the popular chord in his Farmer
Jones" poems. Farmer Jones is a tall,
raw-boned Yankee, transplanted from the
roclibound hills of New England to the
fertile prairies of lowe in an early day. he
brought with him his Yankee frugality
and some old-fashioned Green mountain
forms of speech, which, accumulated by a
catarrhal nasal twang made still more Pc
culiar by the loss OF teeth, makes his con-
versation the soul of richness, especially
when he is in a talkatlve -.lood and a
philosophical frame of mind. Mr.. Branch
first ntroducc this quaint character at
an editorial convention in Dubuque in 1898,
in a poem reciting a series Of whimsical
incidents IN a printing office, entitled
Farmer Jones' and the Country Editor
The farmer had grown rich in n and
| pulled up with egotism until he aspired to
be a. county supervisor. He expected the
local paper, which he had never patron
lied, to give him q grand sendo1f, but it
merely said that Jones the m-ser wants
to run for supervisor" This, of course,
made him hopping mad and he dashed into
the EDITORS den to thrash that errlng in
| dividual, but he was interrupted in his
pans by numerous callers all upon err
rands that showed the newspaper man to
be "a useful and beloved citizen IN his many
| relations to the public. Finally a mother
called whose little daughter, a great adj
m.rer of the editor, had been called be.
You'd.
And the editor had spoken
OF the earthly ties, now broken,
III the war1nest hearted words, sir,
That anybody ever heard, sir,
. may Gods peace rest on your head"
The mother said, in a way so tender
And tried to keep my eyes from blnkini
Fun it got me into thinkln
OF the one we laid away
On a sad and cTushin' day
Back when me and wife was younger;
Yes, sir, l had fe,t the hunger
OF a heart starved by the partln
With a little un, and | felt like startln
\ M n r1IJnir' Hfo va1 md Wild
When thoughts came BACK OF mat dea1
child;
And this editor I hated
Fur the words that he had stated
Bout me bein' OF a miser
Ard a wantin' to. run fur supervisor,
This same man he wrote a notice
Bout our little dead flower, Lotus,
A kinder notice, one couldn't ask 1t,
Of how she looked when in the casket,
Like a sleepin' fay or a pearl settin',
And how the angels was a lett-n'
OF her soul into the glories
Told to US in Bible stories.
Such lovely words, how could he write
en-?
We cut 'em out and saved the item,
But never thanke ed the writer for it,,
And now I'd come in fur to war it
With the editor for sayin'
In a way that looked like playin',
Less ag'in me than he had for 'er,
And 1t struck me Gas might a horror
On some dark and grcWsome night
How perhaps that he was light
| II VI. liS " -
Fur 1 begun to look that size, sir,
When In a view of re~trnspection
l beheld my own complexion.
He failed to even try to thrash the ed.
tor, and became one of his warmes
friends, changed from a m~oney-grabbe
into a generous hearted citizen. abundan
in good deeds.
This poem, written 'for newspaper me
only" has proved to be one of the author
most winning productions with the reopl
at rse.-Itu was repeated by request {
the editorial convention in Waterloo tw
years ago, and although over two column
N length, was published in full by tn
Waterloo Daily Courier.
Mi. Branch's verses are of the kin
which when well read are exceedingly il
tercsting, and as the author has been
successful actor in amateur theatrical
n q drawing card on The programs
lodge gatherings, editorial meetings, farm
crs' institutes, religious conventions, etc
he certainly should be able to make a goo
appearance on the lecture platform,
he is said to read from memory, in DR.
mate style, in a clear. strong voice.
Local lecture associations should inclu'
him in the course for the coming fall al
w;nter And Sioux City should be first
introduce this brilliant son of lows poe
as a public entertainer.
, Big Peanuts This Year.
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