Evening journal., 1907-06-01


Called cantwelrs Bridge those
days.
Was pious Janviers OF renown,
And Taman. Polk and HAYES.
There's another religious faith which
blends.
In the makeup here set forth,
The straight-breast. broad rim. Quak-
ers. Friends.
OF no lightweight, or worth.
And while this catalogue we run.
Or traverse such an orbit.
Win mention, Thomas, Allston, HUM.
And noble Daniel Corbit.
Then over the bridge. we come to think
As names and places vary,
There came from Appooulnimink
A faithful Billie Perry.
From away out on the manor.
Was Murphy. Jones and Ford.
Where farm lands took The banner.
~ MAlSn VIC al ANtolAs
From the levels there came a Jagers.
Jimmie Roberts and Josie West,
And none OF them were lagscrs,
They did things with a zest
There was Hansons. LoclSwooas
Crawfords.
And Rothwells' more than one,
Also upon the records.
A sturdy Derrickson.
Then scattered over the country round.
AS i Just now remember.
Then as now. there might be found
The Cockrans out of number
We have not either space or time,
TO deal with all specific
But will just say to make It rhyme,
The Cochrans were prolific.
John p. oldest OF brothers four.
Then comes the candid Thomas,
And william five feet high or more,
And Richard man OF promise
John p. drove his two blood bays,
And Thomas his span Of browns.
While Richard was Of mild and mar
ways.
And William loved his hounds.
Ny readers win pardon while 1 confess
From the subject I am strayng.
But it's no harm TO thus digress,
While such things am portraying.
For William was a sporting man,
As well as farmer good,
Could hook a fish for pot or pan,
Kill single bird or brood
William could. at night he found,
Pouring DER his Bibles pages.
TIN when. the yeip Of n running houn,
His mind al once engages.
Then the Bible lids went close.
His hat went on his head
And if barefoot. put on his shoes.
And from the house he fed.
The tongueing Of those old fox hounds
Was music in Williams ears.
Dispelled his sorrows. healed hi
wounds.
And banished all his fears.
He'd round the field and cross IN
swamp.
He needed no jumping horse.
He'd ride shank's mare. on such
romp
To follow the fox hounds course.
He'd tramp the bush and brush s
thick.
Or set on the old worm fence
II hound would to that fox trail site
His JOY was most intense
He would lay on the hillside an
listen.
While the dogs were rounding III
vale,
And the pebbles in the moonlight glis
ten
That marked the red-fox trail.
While the cunning old fox was playin
just over the stream on the knoll,
And tho dogs pursuing and baying,
on foxy would lay down and roll.
Now let's get back to the old churc
ground,
Compare Il now with the past,
For where a cemetery now Is found,
IL makes us stand aghast.
And then alas. we heave a sigh,
When we think Of the great TAN tree
That from the slope were towerin
high
And swayed by many a breeze.
: And of the woodman's sharp keen AK
Which TO their trunks was plying,
With efforts that did not relax
Till they were felled and dying.
We pause and scan the gentle slop
Where stood the Wooded clumD,
And note the changes in that sma
scope,
No bough. nor trunk. nor stump.
For forest giants, tan and broad.
We nate without comment,
5 And see now dottinE mound and sod,
Hoadstone CT monument.
Beneath those broad and shady bow
Stood many q painting steed.
So late released :rom the farmer
r pillow,