{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 35il\\n.R62 P6\\n1899\\nCopV\\nW^^^^^^\\nzi::^, _ z:c^^ A^^-: /T)\\nANECDOTES\\nA N L) S-\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0^{MmMLM\\nAVir.T.iA i \\\\v. fki:sii\\\\vvti:r.\\nIt iiifitlei.s not li ivv luufli you innkc,\\nWhi H yuii ^i. 1(1 liixl liave ni) stakf:\\nHetter save and put avwiy,\\nA iillK for a rainy day;\\nl^el.Ler stint whilf yoniij;- and strong;-.\\nAnd save up some as you pr- lon 2;\\nl^ife snot well played ii I his Id stiiye,\\nWhen poverty grows on with iif^e.\\nI I t t I ^T^r-\\ni~i rrri rr\\n-pp;~Pj ;~pj", "height": "2820", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2799", "width": "1589", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "POEMS, AUECPJOTES\\nAND-\\n^^fC) U(|ifT5\\n1 1\\nVOLUME I.", "height": "2820", "width": "1799", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "-^^OCoPzesHECEXVE.\\nLJbrary of Coijgpot^\\n^AM 1 5 1900\\nBegf\u00c2\u00abter of Copyrfgi^j^\\nNOV 5 1900", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "PREFAC K.\\nWe offer to the public our little book of Poems,\\nAnecdotes and Stories, selected from our MSS,\\nwhich fairly representsour different kinds of com-\\nposition We hope our little ioneer will please\\nthe fun-loving-, and satisfy the sentimental.\\nOur works will be issued in hve small volumes,\\npublished about three months apart. We have\\ntried to sprinkle a few flowers plant a few lig-hts,\\nand create a tew smiles and laug-hs for men as\\nthey journey throug-h life.\\nTill Ai THOK.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "PRICES.\\nOne copy 20 cts.\\nSix copies $1.00\\nOne-cent postag-e stamps will\\nbe accepted to the amount of 20c.\\nLargfer orders ma} be accom-\\npanied by P O. order, Kxpress\\norder, or draft.\\nLiberal terms to dealers.\\nAddress all orders to\\nW. W. FRESHWATER,\\nBenton, Franklin Co.. 111.\\nItWWrite yonr address plainly, g-iving-\\nP. O., county and state.", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "POEMS, AJ^EC(bOTES\\nAND-\\nSTO^IES.\\nCALL OF THE MUSE.\\nO thou my Muse, come at my call!\\nWhither thou art if thou shouldst fall.\\nFrom a darklintr star, or the silvery moon.\\nOr a comet that flames at nijifht s hi^-h noon;\\nOr a purple and fiery planet near,\\nOr the blazing- sun in a sunset skv.\\nOr a fallino- star from a home on hii^h.\\nC ome if you please on a zephvrus breeze,\\nCome from your home in the deep ether seas;", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "POKMS, AnRCDOTES AND StORIES.\\nOil my harp with aurora fire,\\nAnd g-ive it g reat wing s that never tire;\\nGive me a bow of bright red lightning.\\nShape it up so it is easy of tig-htenini^-.\\nAnd loosening, then it will do.\\nTo sound o er the earth, and up in the blue.\\nThe boundless and endless g-reat ocean\\nof stars,\\nWith planets and moons, grand planets\\nwith bars.\\nThen let me sit on the white milky-way.\\nAnd play oo my harp all night and all day;\\nUntil my loud song echoes from the rim\\nOf the universe a consonant hymn,\\nSung for a time of six-thousand years.\\nBy angels and men and musical spheres.\\nIf you love my muse, caress her;\\nIf 3^ou do not, don t depress her.\\nANSWER OF THE MUSE.\\nI came at your call from the Pleiades;\\nI came on the wing s of an eastern breeze;\\nI came in a flame from ray distant home,\\nI came by the way of your starry dome.\\nI saw to my right in the distance afar,\\nA gorgeous, beautiful long trained star.", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "POKMS, AXECDO TES AND StORIES.\\nBrig-ht meteors latticed my untrod way,\\nAnd I passed by stars of a purple ray.\\nI stopped by your sun, that o-rand burning-\\nworld,\\nMost brilliant of all, his banners unfurled.\\nHis banners of li^-ht in cloud-like form,\\nGreat oceans of clouds by tempests torn.\\nHooked in his caverns and each g^reat abyss.\\nShot long- forked flames with a terrible hiss,\\nGreat white flames that g-limmcred and rose.\\nAnd set off each cavern like leaves on a rose;\\nI then moved about in a zig-zag- wav,\\nAviMding- darkness and seekingf dav.\\nThen flew along- !)v the zodiac,\\nAnd carried my kevs in a g-olden sack;\\nThe first is a diamond, tis kept to unlock\\nThe poor human heart, and invoice its stock;\\nAnd then I have keys, a thousand or more,\\nTounl\u00c2\u00ab)ck the cells where du ell tlie best\\nstore.\\nThere s music, sweet music the heart of all\\nthing-s,\\nHowg-ently it rides on the wind s g-en tie wing-sl\\nAnd yet oftitflows from its fountain unheard.\\nAnd dies uncaresssed like a beautiful bird;", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Poi .MS AnI .cdotks and Stokii:s.\\nLike a beautiful bird in a deep forest wild,\\nIn its dear mother s arms, the beautiful child.\\nI ll sit by your side in my majjfnetic chair,\\nAnd paint up the cloudlets that ride in the air,\\nAndplaitupthe lig-htning-, and ofttouch the key,\\nTo the heart of all beauties on land and on sea;\\nThe forces that playfully travel throug-h earth,\\nAnd other g-reat forces that somewhere find birth,\\nAway on beyond the borders of mind,\\nWe know they are with us,and3 et we are blind.\\nI m ready now with harp and lyre;\\nI m ready with maiinetic tire.", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "Poems, Aniccdotks and Stokh-^s.\\nTHE CYCL3NE.\\nOur home was in a prairie wide.\\nOur happiness was centered there.\\nOur building-s on a j-reen divide\\nWe reared them on the prairie bare.\\nOur maple trees were in full leaf.\\nOur house was painted snowy white;\\nThe barn in red and white relief.\\nAnd all was on a pretty site.\\nOur orchard trees were lar.iJfe and fine.\\nRed apple, peach, blue plum and pear\\nSelected best, each in its line.\\nAnd many other fruits quite rare.\\nThe hedg-es held in long- g-reen arms\\nOur squares of land, twas very fair;\\nThe yard had many flower charms,\\nBy my wife s loving hands put there.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "POKMS, AnIOCDOTICS AND SxORIKS.\\nA stalwart niDrninu -iJflorv vine,\\nWas starting up, and o er the dotn-\\nTo bloom, the lattice work entwine,\\nAs it had done in years before.\\nTwas only a few days ajj;-o.\\nWe heard the deep-toned thunder roll,\\nAnd saw the lig-htning- flame and g-low\\nAthwart the skv from pole to pi\u00c2\u00bble.\\nI felt the weakness of a child\\nIn finding- words to speak to name\\nThe watery elements were so wild,\\nAnd blackest darkness went and came.\\nAt intervals of light, could see.\\nThe angr} clouds swing to and fro;\\nWe counseled, was it best to flee,\\nBut knew of no safe place t\u00c2\u00bb go.\\nIts color was a greenish blue:\\nThe sullen, deepening, avvful roar.\\nLoud and louder nearer drew\\nNearer, deadlier than before.\\nWe saw not far a funnel cloud.\\nWhose end was dragging on the earth,", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "PoicMS, AnI Xdotks and Stokikp.\\nuprooting- forest monarcbs proud,\\nAnd leaviny in its path a deartli.\\nElectric meteors shot across\\nAnd all around, and left a trail\\nOf coiling- smoke, electric dross,\\nWild twisted by the whirling- g-ale.\\nExtremes of power centered there.\\nForces and elements combined\\nTwas electricity and air,\\nBy some mysterious power confined.\\nThe seething funnel roared so loud,\\nSullen like a storm-tossed sea.\\nl^hrough a groye of poplars proud,\\nI^eaying- not a sig-nal tree.\\nOn and on it nearer drew.\\nLeaving naught the land tt* grace;\\nThe fitful winds increasinyf blew,\\nIn there (Miward hurried race.\\nOur little boys were fast asleep.\\nThe tears rose in my wife s sad eyes.\\nWe prayed that it would o er us leap.\\nAnd spend its venom in tlu- skies.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "PoKMS Anecdotes and Stori1 ;s.\\nA sudden shock, and all was o er;\\nOur home was g one, my loving- wile.\\nThe jewel of my bosom sore,\\nWas ushered wildly from this life.\\nThe wild cyclone swept by in ire,\\nIts arms extending to the sky;\\nIts center seemed to be on fire,\\nDark, swing-ing- from a hing-e on hig-h.\\nMy little children, too are dead;\\nWhen found they were as cold as clay\\nAll mang-led was the elder s head,\\nAnd neither found till break of day.\\nAway off in a lonely wood,\\nThe} were tog-ether, yet apart;\\nAll around and o er them stood\\nAll Nature with a broken heart.\\nA mass of ruins scattered lay;\\nLeafless and branchless are the trees.\\nI have no home, I cannot stay\\nWhere once was joy on every breeze.\\nAnd now I m left alone, and now\\nI see the dreadful path, and there\\nMy hopes are buried; sad is my brow\\nI have no home, none anvwhere.", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "PoKMs, Anecdotks and Storiks.\\nTHE ARKANSAW SOW\\nThere lived in Missouri an old black sow,\\nWho was notorious for usino- her plow;\\nHad long- stiff bristles from foretop to tail,\\nThat arose with a wrath like a West India gale;\\nA long- coat of hair and a mighty long tail.\\nThat she walloped about like a farmer a flail;\\nA long- slender snout, stong- teeth of g-reat size,\\nDown deep in their sockets two devilish eyes.\\nShe lived a life lonely in Croked Creek woods.\\nPartaking of acorns and other fine goods,\\nAnd oft killed a fox-hound in putting- in time,\\nAnd said by her actions: This forest is mine.\\nA many a bad boy she chased up a tree.\\nAnd figured in many a hogish spree.\\nShe s large and bony and of g-reat strength,\\nAnd when in a battle she went lull leng-th.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "10 PoiCMS, Ankcdotks and Stokiks.\\nShe raised a fine brood now and then with g-reat care,\\nAnd then was as mean as a hung-ry old bear;\\nWith hair all turned forward she d g-o for a cow,\\nAnd scare her in spasms, or have a big- row.\\nShe was with wild courag-e crammed every inch full,\\nOften would tackle a roving- old bull.\\nAnd tear up his legs in a terrible way,\\nCompel him to travel, to just prance away.\\nShe lived independent and was nobodj^ s sow,\\nAround her her people is all she d allow;\\nWhen each brood ot children g-rew up to be shoats,\\nShe pushed them from shore without any boats.\\nShe kept the whole country disturbed and in fear,\\nLest she mig-ht waylay their children so dear,\\nOr that some woman might look on that swine.\\nAnd faint and fall over and g-et out of line.\\nWhen neig-hborly women went out for a talk.\\nWhen young- men with sweethearts went out for\\na walk,\\nI^o theme could they handle that seemed to\\nplease all.\\nAs that ranting old black sow so mean and so tall.\\n4", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "Poi:ms, Aniccdotics and Stories. 11\\nThe sweet little children looked, watched for\\nthat sow,\\nSilvered old farmers watched both stern and prow;\\nStrang-ers when cautioned would peer all around,\\nAnd start in a frig-ht at an} rough sound.\\nThe neighbor men g^atheredone cold rain} day,\\nAnd passed resolutions they d send her away.\\nFor many a fine brute she crippled and tore,\\nAnd many g-ood beasts returned nevermore.\\nThey g-athered the dogs of the neighborhood in.\\nAnd then there was yelling a horrible din.\\nThey raced her and chased her, and hollowed and\\nswore.\\nAnd tore throug-h the woods with a mighty uproar.\\nThen came from the prairies with banners unfurled.\\nWith music and cannon they practiced and\\nwhirled,\\nAnd joined the sow army and helped in the race,\\nUntil the whole country turned blue in the face.\\nThe housetops were weighted with women and\\ngirls.\\nWho watched the great army in itsmig-hty whirls.\\nAnd forests were loaded with boys in their boughs.\\nWho ofrunted and snorted like thousands of sows.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "12 PoicMs, Anfxdotes and Storiks.\\nAn amry ol thousands was hoi wing- around,\\nNo mortal e er heard such an unearthly sound,\\nThey trampled old earth until it was bare,\\nEach wanted a relic, a bunch of l)lack hair.\\nShe moved in great circles and plowed up the\\nground.\\nNow and then tore up a bawling old hound;\\nLoudly she snorted with tail high in air.\\nWith mouth stretched wide open and teeth full\\nof hair.\\nA long- dreary fortnight they chased that old hog.\\nO er farmlet and valley, through woodland and bog-.\\nUntil the whole people was houndless and mad,\\nAnd racers and chasers looked g-loom} and bad;\\nThen theorized, planned, and discussed o er\\nand o er.\\nUnraveled and raveled from center to core;\\nWith sleeves rolled to shoulders, with axes and\\nspades.\\nThey dug ya\\\\\\\\ning pitfalls and built barricades.\\nA reg-iment was picked on who g-ave the best yells,\\nTo run her and round her with toot horns and\\nbells.", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "POICMS, AnICCDO IICS and S lOKIlCS.\\nThe rest of the thousands found places and hid,\\nFrom the stalwart old hunter, to little male kid.\\nThev then went to lyrrabbiny-, and each s^-ot some\\nhair,\\nUntil the old sow was entirely bare;\\nNot even a hair on her body was left.\\nNot even a place on her touo-h hide was cleft.\\nShe thoug-ht it all over and wisel} concluded,\\nBleak winter is coming- and I ve been denuded,\\nAs nothing- is binding- in nature or law,\\nI ll move out by moonlig-ht for old Arkansaw.\\nHer snout was her compass, her tail was her helm,\\nAs swiftly she trotted toward her new realm.\\nUndaunted, unhalted, by wild beast or mire.\\nWith ears standing- uprig-ht. and eyes full of lire.\\nThe panthers bowed low and gave full right of way.\\nOld bruin looked sullen, had nothing- to say;\\nEach small fig-hting- felis took to a near tree,\\nAnd let her pass onward entirely free.\\nSh? stopped in a country filled full of g-ood things;\\nOft sits on her haunches and merrily sings;\\nSelected a dwelling- admirable hut\\nAlarg-e ag-ed elm spread out at the butt.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "14 PoKMS, Anecdotks and Storiks.\\nAh! now she is happy, well pleased with her lot,\\nWith acorns and roots, at the top of the pot;\\nHer hair n er g-rew out, she is naked and bare\\nAs the palm of my hand which shows not a hair.\\nIn Big- Bend they r lonely, they seem to be lost;\\nOn one only query they seem to be tossed.\\nAh! this is the question that s rag^ing- till now:\\nHave you seen anything- of the naked old sow?\\nThey imported bloodhounds, and smelt o er the\\nland;\\nHeld meeting-s, had music from Cooked Creek s\\nband;\\nThey searched through the woodland, o er valley\\nand lea,\\nThe opossum tailed bare sow ne er did thev see.\\nWhen neighbor met hunter, they asked with sad\\nbrow,\\nHave you seen in your huntings, the hairless old\\nsow?\\nSmall children sought strang-ers, Please tell us\\nrig-ht now.\\nDid vou see comintj over the wicked old sow?", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "Poi:ms, AnI Xdotics and Storii:s.\\nYc statesmen, sweet singers, and noted great\\nrhymers;\\nYe farmers, inventors, droll punsters, old timers.\\nIn closing- my story, this question allow:\\nHave you seen in your rambles that Arkansaw\\nSow?\\nFAREWELL.\\nAn hour s time, you I will tell,\\nPerchance, a long, a last farewell.\\nOur love is sweet when we first part,\\nBut time and space make cold the heart.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "16 POKMS, AnI-XDOTICS AND StORIES-\\nAnd then our weary eyes will shed,\\nGrieved tears o er our love that s dead;\\nDead as a lasting- unity.\\nDead as to what it ought to be.\\nThe spark that kindles in a flame.\\nMy soul asks will it stay the same.\\nMay it not droop and fade away,\\nThat burns so sweetly this fair day.\\nMy heart throbs with a brother s love.\\nThe tie that binds is from above,\\nSo sweet, so near, so g^ood, I know,\\nYou ll not forg-et me when you ^o,\\nOut in the world, in a new life,\\nA helpmate, partner, matron, wife;\\nO, will a mote in your heart burn.\\nYou cannot stifle, cannot spurn.\\nHow cruel that the things that be,\\nHath placed us on life s stormy sea,\\nTo battle with the foam-capped waves.\\nAnd be forg-etf li1 to our graves.\\nTrue marriag-es are made above.\\nTheir seal is unabated love.\\nIf we depend on earthly thing-s,\\nOur happiness will soon take wing-s;", "height": "2820", "width": "1821", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "POKMS AnICCDOTICS AND StOKIKS- 17\\nI feel that Heaven has had a voice,\\nIn givinu- you a noble choice.\\nWhen love is bartered, auctioned, sold.\\nFor place, or rank, or lust, or g-old,\\nAll happiness is left behind,\\nWe hang- on fate s wheels but to g-rind.\\nWe may have trains of pretty days.\\nYet all our life is but a maze;\\nWe may rise hig-h in rank or state,\\nYet years will on us harshly grate.\\nThe clouds that bury all our hopes,\\nWill hang- around like hang-men s ropes.\\nSo dreadful for to look upon.\\nAnd blur the brightness of life s sun,\\nAnd only set when we are done.\\nWhen we wind up our pilgrimage,\\nAnd leave our troubles with the age.\\nDear sister, in this world of care,\\nThe sailing s g-ood with weather fair.\\nBut fogs, and mists, will hover o er.\\nAs in all time that s gone before.\\nBut keep your lamps all trimmed to burn,\\nBread cast on waters will return.", "height": "2820", "width": "1820", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "18 PoKMS, Ankcdotks and Stories.\\nThe thorns will gfather in our way,\\nOur flowers wither, blast, decay.\\nAnd you, my dear, will shortly fade;\\nNot long- your life-bloom will parade,\\nA lovely face, a noble form,\\nAnd you will sink amidst the storm;\\nrU wither on the stalk away.\\nAnd join the elements in clay.\\nTHE PRINCE OF BUGS.\\nThere is a buof, all know his name.\\nIn every clime he is the same;\\nHe crawls around in dead of night.\\nIs always hunting for a bite;\\nHe wears a spear rig-ht on his nose,\\nAnd trots around under the clothes.", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "POKMS, AnI XDOTKS AND StOKIES. 19\\nWhere many live, they fight and jaw,\\nAnd whoop and yell with loud hurrah.\\nDance all around, tickle the feet.\\nAnd laug-h and g ig g le when they meet;\\nRun races up the spine and pant,\\nAnd o er dull careworn faces rant.\\nThey sleep of days, they hate the light,\\nAnd save their strength to roam at night;\\nThe} seem to have great fear of death.\\nAnd run till they get out of breath.\\nScamper and dodge and go pell mell.\\nBut never lose their sickening smell.\\nWhen danger moves along their way,\\nThey hide to bite some other day.\\nWhere thousands are there is no sleep.\\nTheir vile attacks they oft repeat.\\nThen flank and come up in the rear.\\nCharge bayonets, ah! th-^n a tear\\nCrawls out the sleepless tired eye.\\nAnd then the victim gives a sigh,\\nGroans loudly, scratches, rolls about.\\nCurses the brutes and yells right out.\\nOf all the bugs he is the prince.\\nWe ll name him now, and call him Chintz.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "20 PoExMS, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nFARM HOME.\\nCall the horses, John, now stir;\\nMartha, wake up Lou and Kate;\\nThe cows are restless, g-etting- late;\\nBars are falling-. Quope! Quope! Quope!\\nThe horses up each in his stall,\\nThe g irls are out among- the cows,\\nAnd they are having boisterous rows,\\nSo, Pide! so, Fide! so o o! sol\\nI hear the horses chewing- corn;\\nI hear the warm milk pouring- in,\\nThe wide-mouthed buckets made of tin;\\nWith now and then a louder So.", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "PoKMs Anecdotes and Stories. 21\\nOff from the crib the father g-oes,\\nWith basket filled with yellow corn.\\nDeprived of husks all nicely shorn,\\nAnd then with husky voice, Pio--e!\\nThe yellow semicircles fall;\\nThe larjre fat hog-s start on their rounds.\\nAre shaking- cff their dusty g-owns.\\nWith now and then a sudden squeal.\\nThe wife or matron moves the pots.\\nThen presently is heard by all.\\nThe pleasant anxious breakfast call,\\nTo a table larg-e, well stored.\\nThe larg-ew ash pans begin to ring-.\\nWashing-, drying^, fixing- hair,\\nMen and buxom ladies fair,\\nMove to their places round the board.\\nAll bow their heads in reverence;\\nNone smile or play their wily pranks,\\nWhile father offers up his thanks,\\nTo God, the g-iver of all g-ood.\\nAre handed coffee, tea, and milk;\\nTable ware moves to and fro;\\nAll are chatting, eating- slow,\\nOne by one they rise, depart.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "22 Poems, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nDudish roosters strut around;\\nThe hens are cackling- in the mows;\\nAre turned to pasture all the cows,\\n-cVnd g-ears are rattling- toward the field.\\nAll are busy at their work;\\nSpring- fruit is g-oing- in the cans;\\nWhile dishes rustle in the pans.\\nSweet g-usts of laug-hter spice the din.\\nThe chatting- of the guinea fowl;\\nThe calling of the turkey hen;\\nThumping-, thump on org-an, then\\nA song- is breathed upon the air.\\nThe beds are shook and beat about.\\nThe covers are all neatly spread.\\nAnd pillows placed up at the head.\\nIn all the rooms above, below.\\nWith broom in hand, movirg- chairs.\\nAnd swing-ing- of the many doors,\\nSweeping-, cleaning- all the floors.\\nThen dusting and the work is done.\\nI hear the sing-ing of wild birds;\\nThe leaves of bloom like snow flakes ride,\\nAre coming- down on every side.\\nGem setting off the trreen.", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "Poi:i\\\\is AniccdotEvS and Stokiics.\\nOut o er the verdure may be seen,\\nAn ocean long- of dew drop stars.\\nShooting- forth their silver bars,\\nAnd streams of sparkiinji- threads.\\nGreen g-rass is springing- from the earth.\\nMany nestling pretty flowers.\\nBeautified by mellow showes,\\nBoW and sweeten wavelet air.\\nThe g-irls are sweeping in the yard.\\nSinging-, moving- all the while.\\nWorking- up an earthen pile,\\nOrnamenting with sea shells.\\nI hear a buzz, sweet sound to me;\\nAh! tis the old time spinning wheel\\nIt wings mc back and makes me feel,\\nThe feeling^s of the long- ag-o.\\nI love a home with heart and song-;\\nHome is the hub on which we turn.\\nThere let affection springy and burn;\\nSweet Home! Sweet Home! Sweet Home!", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "24 Poems, Ankcdotes and Stories.\\nSHORTY S STORY OF HIS WEDDING TOUR,\\nI am not g-oing- to g-ive bond in a thousand or\\ntwofor Shorty s stories, althoug-h I will g-ive\\nthem verbatum.\\nWell, Ned, I ll tell you, when I was married\\nwhat I did and where Kit and I went. We jumped\\non the cars at Dog- Bend station. Kit is limber and\\nso am I; when I say jumped, I mean what I say;\\nKit did actually leap on the platform of the cars; I\\nfollowed. We determined to g-o to Oconee, for\\nhad always heard that it was a resort for peopk\\nwho wanted to travel; I had just $5.15, and about\\nthirty miles to g-o. As we sat in the cars, in our\\nbest clothes, everybody was looking- at us; I am\\nsure they said to themselves, there is a bride and\\ng-room, and they were not mistaken, for we were\\nthe loving-est couple that ever traveled on this side\\nof Prince Edwards Island. We hug-g-ed each other", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "Poi:ms Anecdotes and Stokiics. 25\\nlike yoiin^- bears, and kissed at a very low estimate\\nfour or five hundred times; you mav think that I\\nexa ^erate. but Kit will swear to it. Kit is a wom-\\nan s rights woman; she knows it is true;she has a\\nlarge Roman nose-romantic. IMiere was nothing\\ngoing on worth mentioning except the conduct-\\nor punching tickets and pushing the loose change\\ndown in his pockets. He wore many smih s when\\nhe came to us, and seemed to want to say something,\\nbut he didn t.\\nWe landed in that ancient cilv of no tht)usand\\ninhabitants, put up at Snobble s Hotel and passed\\nthe hours as new married people do. Alter while\\nMrs. Snobbles notified us that supper was ready.\\nWe sat down at the table by ourselves. Ahl the\\nscene that then followed. There was a checkered\\ncover on the table, laid off just like a checker-board\\n(beautiful lari^-e Vil)c\\\\ s^ and we both have a liking\\nfor the game.\\nShorty, let s hnve a game, said Xit.\\nAlright, said I.\\nI made the first move and with my cup of coffee\\njumped the meat dish. Kit jumped a dish of\\nprunes with a plate of biscuits. I jumped the rice", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "26 Poems, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nwith a dish of cabba.^-e and ^^pilled a pint of juice.\\nKit took up the meat dish and jumped my bowl of\\nsoup, and spilled nearly all the j^ravy. I then made\\na long- jump \\\\^ith my bowl of soup, over a custard-\\npie and a dish of preserves. Kit jumped the butter\\nwith the prunes and left a red line of syrup two\\nfeet long. I jumped the potatoes*\\\\vith the butter.\\nKit took hold of the coffee boiler and made five\\njumps, from one side of the table to the other, and\\nlanded; the last one was over a large jelly-cake, and\\nlet the boiler fall, knocking everything down in its\\ncourse. About a quart of its hot contents poured\\ndown on my limbs. I jumped up and down until\\nI had the table on its back; the dishes smashed,\\nrattled and rolled over the floor. The meat, rice,\\nhominy, sugar, custard-pies, beef-soup, etc., were\\nlying around in a heterogeneous mass; and Kit had\\nstaggered and rolled over to the northwest corner\\nof the room, kicking up her heels and hollowing,\\nSave the pieces.\\nThe landlady came rushing in vvith loud excla-\\nmations. Heavens and earth! the Virgin Marvl\\nTim O Flanagan! the Holy St. Peter! And ran\\nat me with the fire shovel to pound off my head. I", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "Poi-::\\\\is AxiXDOTics and Stowiics.\\nZi\\njumped out throug-h an open window and ran for\\nthe woods; Kit, in o^rcat afriu:ln. jumiKHl thniiivi li\\nanother and followed.\\nThe lord set sail after mc.\\nThe lady after Kit;\\nThe fact is I was forced to tree.\\nAnd Kitty had a fit.\\nThey bayed me as hounds doacoon, and hurled\\na few epithets, ananthemas and well rounded swear\\nwords at me, and looked sideways at Kit, who was\\nlying- on lu-r back with her mouth wide ^)pen.\\nI used soft words, and reasoned told them I\\nwas worth about S12. M and settled by giving my\\nnote for S25 .0(), due one week after death, but\\nread it one week after dat^\\nKit told mc, confidently, that slic \\\\\\\\;is acting-\\nthe opossum.\\nI never paid that note.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "28 Poems, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nTHE HERMIT.\\nIn Italy a Hermit lived,\\nHe lived upon a mountain side,\\nNot far below a green divide.\\nHe owned a wTiite-eared yellow\\ndog;\\nA little cabin home he built.\\nAnd patched it like a crazy-quilt.\\nHe loved the mountain scenes\\nand lived\\nAlone within his mountain park.\\nAs happy as a meadow lark.\\nHis eyes were crossed, his hair\\nwas long-.\\nHe hummed a queer and ancient\\nsong,\\nThat had no ups, no downs, no\\nprong.\\nWith implements a few he made\\nA path he called his mountain\\nslide.\\nThat he of days and nights might\\nride.", "height": "2825", "width": "1780", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "PoicMS Ankcdotios and SrouiKS. 2\\nNear all the exercise he lotiK\\nOn his red sled so fii-in astride.\\nWas sliding- down his iiKiunlain\\nslide.\\nOr lishinii i l i narrow brtioU\\nA little distance to one side,\\nWherene er a 1;sh e er lived or\\ndied.\\nlie talK ed in Spanish to himself,\\nAnd li\\\\ed on fruits driod and un-\\ndried,\\nxVnd buckwheat pancakes llativ\\nfried.\\nFor man V viars that p( (.rold s(.ul.\\nDefied the world and all beside.\\nAnd then ua\\\\c uj) the yhost. and\\ndied.\\nThat yellow doo- with snow-white\\nears,\\nTTowled and re-howled t(.r two\\nlonjj years.\\nThen sank in death in sij^-hs and\\ntears.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "30 Poems, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nTHE FAIRY WEDDING.\\nWithin an oval moundlet,\\nClose to a meadow green,\\nThere lived a handsome fair}\\nA little elfin queen.\\nShe was a dazzling- fairy queen,\\nAnd sparkling- was her wear;\\nHer dress was set with topaz.\\nAnd wove of silver hair,\\nA string of sapphires round her\\nneck.\\nPale blue but clear as snow;\\nA brilliant ruby from each wing.\\nVibrating to and fro.\\nA ringlet made of emeralds,\\nThat circled round her waist;\\nA modest queenly queen was she.\\nSo innocent and chaste.\\nShe wore a tiny bonnet.\\nMade of fine threads of gold;\\nShe also had a sonnet,\\nShe breathed aloud quite bold.\\nHer cheeks were like the peach\\nbloom.\\nThat smilewhere er thev blow;", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "Poems Anecdotes and Stories. 31\\nHer teeth were each a pearl set,\\nHer eves a dreamy jjflow,\\nAnd of the sweetest sky blue,\\nShaded by auburn brow;\\nEyelashes tinjjfed with violet,\\nNo lanj^-uaufe can tell how.\\nIn summer days her company,\\nWas humming- birds so rare.\\nFrom tropic lands so beautiful,\\nBritfht jewels of the air.\\nAt niicht a swarm of tire-Hies.\\nRecircled round her throne,\\nAnd then the pretty fairy queen,\\nWas left to muse alone.\\nOne day a handsome fairy KiuiJ;,\\nFrom a far fairy land.\\nCame on to see the fairy queen.\\nAnd offer her his hand.\\nShe told the kinjjf so loving^ly.\\nShe loved him from first si^ht.\\nAnd she would very williuLjfly,\\nWed him the coming;- niyht.\\nThenifchtcameon, a mij^hty host,\\nFrom all the fairv lands.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "Poems, Anecdotjcs and Stokiics.\\nAUg-ayly dressed in brilliant r()l)es\\nWith presents in their hands,\\nEneireled round that little\\nmound,\\nAnd lit upon the y-i-een.\\nAnd did great honors to the Icing-,\\nAnd to the lovelv queen.\\nA finely drt-ssed, lon\u00c2\u00ab4- honored\\nsag-e,\\nvSaid ceremon} o er.\\nThen like a flash he disapi)eared.\\nWas seen or heard no more.\\n^^he jubilee beg-an, went on.\\nUntil the clock struck lour,\\nAnd kept the heavens ringings,\\nWith fairy-land s sweet lore.\\nThe hostsof fairiesall went home.\\nThe king-and queen their store,\\nThey loaded on a fair\\\\ ship,\\nAnd left this mundane shore.\\nJ^he moundlet now is wra])t in\\ngloom,\\nThe jewels of the air.\\nHave g-one down south, the iivc-\\nflies.\\nAre now in dire despair.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "PoioMs Ankcdotks and Stokucs. 33\\nA TALK WITH U,\\\\I:lE SAVI\\nNow, Uucle Sam, let s talk awhile,\\nThe greatest thing- that s now on file.\\nAre those fair Isles away down south.\\nThe finest that are talked by mouth;\\nThe Dewey land, the Merritt Isles,\\nAre worth a thousand golden piles.\\nGive back to Spain the Philippines!\\nGive back her trees, her fruits, her vinos!\\nGive back and let her plant her woe!\\nBrave Dewey s guns said, no! no! no!\\nNow Uncle, what about our bovs,\\nThat left their own and sweet home joys?\\nTheir blood they shed, what for. what for\\nAnd shared the fate of cruel war.\\nLet s sum u]) now without recoil.\\nAnd not up an inch of soil.\\nJust think a moment on the Maine.\\nOf our loss of brawn and brain.\\nOreat Sampson s cannon answered, no!\\nAnd Shaffer s thundered, Spain must g-o.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "34 Poems Ani :cdotes and Stories.\\nNow Uncle, don t you think it rig ht,\\nTo hold and keep all with our might,\\nThat we have won with blood and sword?\\nNo, Uncle, we can not afford,\\nTo let those Isles g-o back to Spain;\\nAh! it would be on us a stain,\\nTwould g-iveour patriot hearts g-reat pain;\\nOld Glory waves on hig-h refrain.\\nYes, let her always float above.\\nAnd keep those Isles for God and love.\\nMillions of money is the cost.\\nOur time and energ-y are lost;\\nIt s true our veins have flowed no flood,\\nIt isenoug-h, we ve shed our blood.\\nLet talk our g^raves on sea and land;\\nLet s take a humane, God-like stand.\\nAll o er those Isles each native heart,\\nTells all the world Spain must depart;\\nJust tell old Spain that she must pass:\\nLet love and charity say Yes!\\nKing- William s talking loud and long-,\\nHe d like to sing- his little song-;\\nIs using diplomatic spice,\\nTo g-et a larg-e, well buttered slice;\\nBut we will keep high up in place.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "Poems Anfcdotes and Stokiks.\\nBacked by the Ang-lo-Saxon race,\\nOld Glory; let her wav^in*^ be\\nA sig-nal sig n of liberty;\\nAnd as she blends with skies above,\\nLet Filipinos learn to love.\\nDear Uncle Sam, the task is g-reat.\\nYou wield with power the helm of State;\\nHold fast to every claim on tile,\\nKach drop of blood is worth an isle.\\nProg ression, heart, humanity.\\nAnd natives asking- to be free;\\nLet not a cog in the great wheel.\\nGo back upon the world s appeal;\\nBut let the outcome of this strife,\\nBe for those Isles a better life.\\nAnd when all thing-s are rounded up.\\nAnd Cuba s passed the bitter;jcup.\\nAnd Porto Rico s vine clad hills,\\nHave cast aside Spain s bitter pills.\\nThen all over the Philippines,\\nBe better days and brig-hter scenes.\\nAnd Spain be banished from her shores.\\nAnd freedom blend and g-row her stores;\\nOh! may they g-et a true divorce,\\nAnd on, and upward be their course.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "36 Poems, Anecdotes and Stories.\\nTHE HONEYMOON.\\nThe honeymoon, O what a boon\\nTo lovers here below;\\nSo fair a sig-ht, both day and nig-ht.\\nThey sweetest love bestow.\\nThe honeymoon is g one too soon\\nTo many here below;\\nThey soon seem old, their love\\nturns cold,\\nAs they each other know.\\nThe honeymoon comes none too\\nsoon\\nTo many here below;\\nThey still stay warm in ever}-\\nstorm,\\nAs years come on and gx).\\nThe honeymoon, the silver spoon,\\nAre often but a show;\\nThey both turn smart, and g-et\\napart,\\nAs all g ood people know.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "PoKMs Anecdotes and Stories.\\nThe honeymoon, at life shig-h\\nnoon,\\nIs often just the same;\\nAteventide, they residebyside,\\nIn heart and soul and name.\\nA happy life, for man and wife,\\nWhojourney hand in hand;\\nTheir place awaits beyond the\\ngrates,\\nIn the fair happy land.\\n37", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "38 PoKMs Ankcdotes and Stokiks.\\nTHE LEANLY FAMILY.\\nBetween two mounts in the Ozarks,\\nAmono- a group of mountain parks,\\nThere lived a noted family,\\nA hairless people all ag-ree.\\nThey moved in there in forty one.\\nAnd then and there they first beg-un;\\nThey built a cabin, cleared a patch.\\nAnd there their hens began to scratch.\\nAnd there line corn beg-an to grow.\\nAnd there their cocks beg-an to crow;\\nLambs in the thicket learned to bleat,\\nAnd ducks and g-eese began to mate.\\nThe lettuce in the garden grew.\\nAnd radishes quite long- and blue;\\nPeas, onions, cabbag-e, melons, beets,\\nIn growing showed some wondrous feats.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "J^O^^MS^^^KCDOTKS AND StORI.CS.\\nOut in the bush the Old COW bawled;\\nOut in the woods the turkeys called-\\nThere nightly Watch was heard to howl\\nAnd ni-htly hootinu-oftheowl.\\nAnd many other sounds and scenes\\nWere added to their early means;\\nAnd then a leng-thy boy was born\\nWithout a hair, all shaved and shorn.\\nOld time went on, and on, and then\\nA g-irl came to them, long- and thin;\\nAs long- as brother, lean but fair.\\nAnd like him came without a hair.\\nThey grew to man and womanhood.\\nWhile living- in that lonely wood.\\nTheir neig-hbors came and stood and stared\\nAnd asked why they had never haired.\\nThe old man said, I m six feet four,\\nI turn the scales in pounds four-score,\\nAnd Mrs. Leanly s six feet tall.\\nAnd weio^hs but fifty clothes and all.\\nWe ve lived along- and been well fed,\\nAnd each has an old hairless head;\\nNo brows or lashes ever g-rew.\\nTo us tis old. to you tis new.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "40 Poems Anecdotes and Stokies.\\nMy Finder is a graceful boy,\\nHis mother s pride, his father s joy;\\nHe is in length just six feet eig ht,\\nAnd weig-hs but ninety, very straig ht.\\nTassel, on whom we all doth dote,\\nSing-s sonnets from a cultured throat;\\nAnd weig-hs but sixty, six feet hig-h.\\nWith eyes as blue and soft as sky.\\nTo sum all up, we are all bald,\\nAs clean as if we d had a scald;\\nYet in these wilds we are all free,\\nAs happy as you ever see.\\nTis not the panoply of wealth,\\nTis not the active blood of health,\\nThat makes us happy; not the bovvl;\\nBut all is bloominsf from the soul,", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "PoKMS Anlxdotes and Stohiks. 41\\nTHE EAVESDROPPER\\nOh! Powers unseen, do furnish a stopper,\\nTo stop up the ears of the sly eavesdropper,\\nWho stand and listen and listen and pi\\\\V,\\nWith curious expression of countenance and eye.\\nThe meanest of all the contemptably mean,\\nThe meanest biped I have ever seen;\\nOh! Powers unseen, do furnish a stopper.\\nTo stop up the ears of the sly eavesdropper.\\nWho hang- around at the cracks in the door,\\nOr lie stretched out with ears to the floor;\\nFor raisings lie crops he is a sure cropper;\\nDo stop up the ears of the tattling- eavesdropper.\\nHe catches a little, and builds up the rest,\\nLike a long- leg-g-ed pelican building- its nest;\\nA virulent sneak; O, g-ive us a stopper,\\nTo stop up the ears of the meddling- eavesdropper.\\nHid in a closet, or up in a garret,\\nCrawling^ a round like a hung-ry old ferret,\\nPeeping- and listening; a club s the best stoppc!\\nFor the meddlesome, tattling-, trifling- eaves-\\ndropper.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "POKMS AnKCDOTKS AND StOKIES.\\nPETER HAGLE.\\nPeter was an honest youth,\\nAnd he always told the truth;\\nAn aunt left him a small estate,\\nThat warped his mind, and shaped his fate.\\nHe learned to stay out late at nig-ht,\\nPlaying- cards, and getting- tight;\\nThen he married Sallie Rand,\\nGood hearted, kind, and always bland.\\nPeter was so tired born.\\nAnd he slept quite late each morn;\\nHe lost an eye in a street fig ht,\\nThe other one was black and brig-ht;\\nHe opened up his only eye,\\nWhen the sun was in the sky.\\nSlowly rose up out of bed,\\nSlowly rubbed, and scatched his head;\\nThen he slipped into his clothes,\\nLooking tired and morose.\\nDay by day his money went.\\nYet he seemed the while content;\\nSeeming- in the best of cheer.\\nDrinking whiskey, drinking beer;", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "Poems Anecdotes and Stories. 43\\nAt last his sk\\\\v became o er cast,\\nHis little money couldn t last.\\nLost ing-aming-, treating- friends,\\nLost in little odds and ends,\\nLending- money to his chums,\\nHang-ing- round the lowest slums.\\nAt last came on the final stroke.\\nAnd he to his misfortune woke.\\nWhen he drew his final check.\\nThen went down a total wreck;\\nLastly sank in dread despair.\\nSick in bed in Sallie s care;\\nBroke in spirit, friendless he,\\nl/ooking- in eternity.\\nFor days and weeks, g-rew short his breath,\\nAnd then sank motionless in death.\\nLet all young- men a warning- take.\\nAnd shun the bite of the copper snake;\\nOr if you want to steer on clear,\\nShun the bland smiles of LAGER BEER.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "44 Poems Anecdotes and Stories.\\nGOOD BOOKS.\\nGood books are worth their weig-ht in g^olci,\\nThe paths the authors make so plain,\\nWill help to shape up and to mould\\nThe heart, and stimulate the brain,\\nTo nobler life, and point the way\\nWhere reig-ns in bliss eternal day.\\nIf but one thoug-ht is made to gn ow,\\nAnd change our course to better life,\\nTis better far that truth to know,\\nIn g oing- throug-h this world of strife.\\nTis little thing s that make the whole;\\nTis noble truths that shape the soul.\\nA mote implanted in the eye.\\nMay cause for years unceasing- pain;\\nA g-lorious thoug-ht with motives high,\\nMa}^ make an error very plain.\\nThat thought may lead and plainly show,\\nA noble life the wav to go.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "PoKMs Axi-;CDoTi :s AND S:oKii :s. 45\\nTHOUGHTS.\\nThouo-hts are rushiiiiJ- throug h\\nmy mind,\\nTo and fro and ev ry where;\\nSeldom are they of a kind,\\nMoving- upward throug-h the air,\\nShooting- out to distant isles.\\nFlashing- out to earthen piles.\\nMountain ran;4es mounting-\\nhigh.\\nBathing- in the sun-lit sky.\\nThen thev ride the milky-way.\\nOnward, wand ring- o u t\\nthrough space.\\nFollowing- a meteor g ay,\\nStreaking- up l)lue heaven s face.\\nStraining- on a distant chase.\\nFarther in their lonely race.\\nFollowing- a long tailed star,\\nD )uhlin distances bv far.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "46 PoKMS Anecdotics and Stokies.\\nDiamond minds in g-ollea sats,\\nFocus thoug-hts to flowers rare,\\nSet in poetry, SWEP:T PETS,\\nLoved and cherished every-\\nwhere;\\nSparklinw- like the morning-\\ndew,\\nBring ing out in pkiin review,\\nLighting up our mysteries,\\nHidden truths ot lands and seas.\\nBurnished thoug-hts from g-ilded\\nminds.\\nDress and beautifythe world\\nUnfurl their hidden thing-s, their\\nfinds,\\nThen their new banners are\\nunfurled.\\nFrom mysteries to thing-s in\\nview.\\nThe old is chang-ing- to the new;\\nFrom the g-reat depths of\\nhuman thoug-ht.\\nGreat seeming- miracles are\\nwrt)Ug ht.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "POKMS AnIXDOTES AND Si oi ii :.s.\\nWe pass the centers marked\\nw ith \\\\va\\nThe world u-ocs on and studies\\nhard;\\nThe pen moves on in learned lore,\\nIs moved to action ev ry bard;\\nThe masses follow, are\\nsincere.\\nThe tJ^rander truths they more\\nrevere;\\nNew sentiments of warp and\\nwoof\\nStand boldly out aV)ove reproof.\\nA mind is but a litttle mite.\\nNow in the miij;hty world of\\nm i n d\\nThe weig-ht is on the side of riufht,\\nAlthoug-h there s power with\\nthe blind;\\nYet the incline is t)n and up.\\nThe time is near when we will\\nsup.\\nAnother hi^-her, nobler bowl.\\nTo satisfy the heart and soul.", "height": "2835", "width": "1773", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "48\\nPoicMS Amkcdotks and Stohies.\\nThroug-h I riction transforma-\\ntion s wrought,\\nBy pioneers thougii very few;\\nA thoug-ht reveals another\\nthought;\\nAh! Is there anything- that s\\nnew?\\nFollowers from far and near,\\nGather when the way is clear;\\nMultitudes take up the shout.\\nWhen is blazed the new laid\\nroute.\\nSoon \\\\vewMll have a higher plane,\\nOther spheres will then be ours;\\nTrains of thoug-ht more hig-h and\\nsane,\\nNearer to the hig-her powers;\\nThen will be an era g-reat.\\nSoftening- the laws of state;\\nNations then will nearer live.\\nBe forg-iven, and forg-ive.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "POKMS AnKCDOTKS AND SlUKll .S. 49\\nTHE HOG STORY.\\nA prosperous farmer by the name of William\\nDuncan, in Franklin Co., Illinois, in the year 1894,\\nhad a a larg-e number of hogs, and failed to raise\\na good crop of corn. He offered to let them out to\\nfatten on the shares. The bottom farmers near by\\nearly in the fall accepted his offer, and took them\\nhome in parcel-;.\\nLater when he had but a few left, Gabe Durban, a\\ntrifling-, g-ood for nothing fellow, who lived about\\nfour miles away, went over to Mr. Duncan s and\\ntold him he had understood that he was letting out\\nhogs on shares.\\nYes, said Mr. Duncan. I have a few left;\\nThere are two you can have, (pointing) nearly the\\nthe same size; when you kill, bring me either, and\\nI will be satisfied. I will leave it all to you.\\nThat s a deal, 4d Durban, I am to be the\\njudge, and when I think they will do to kill, you\\nwill get vour hog; and home he went.\\nThe next morning he made a fire, heated water,\\nbutchered and took Mr. Duncan his hog, which was\\naccepted with a curious smile.", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "50 PoJCMS AnkcdotEvS and Stokiks.\\nLIEUT, s. A. Mcknight.\\n(Tliis poem was writlen in moinory of Lieutenant S. A-\\nMcKnight, of the Dtli III wiio ums run over and tci .led uy\\na train of cars Feb. 28. IS!)!), in Cuba, near Havana.)\\nSleepinof neath a little mound,\\nSleeping- neath the cold, cold o-round;\\nShut up in a darksome grave.\\nHe cannot hear the waters lave\\nHe cannot hear the the wild birds sing-,\\nThat move about on wanton wing-.\\nAh! just a little while ag-o\\nHe saw the pretty ca -pet snow;\\nHe saw the pretty flowers sweet.\\nBending- in zephyrs at iqis feet;\\nHe heard the lovely mocking--])ird\\nSing- sweetest song-s that man e er heard.\\nHe went forth at his countrv s call;\\nHe left his friends, vet ihat s not all", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "PoicMs Ani-:cdotics AND Srov iios.\\nHe l^ ft his other sweeter ties\\nTo serve neath warmer tropic skvs;\\nHe took a noble, (lod-lilce stand\\nTo serve his own, his native land.\\nHe went out with the true, the brave,\\nBut now he sleeps in a cold g rave;\\nNo more to hear the bugle sound,\\nNo more to 4 ion nit^htlv round;\\nNo more to hear his reg-iment s band\\nPlay pieces of his native land.\\nNow rest in peace, brave nol le boy.\\nWhere storms of life will not annoy\\nWhen the the celestial morning brake,\\nThan only will yo.i surely wake;\\nJoin hands with comrades gone before.\\nSing sweeter praises evermore.", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "52 Poems AjjiiCDoiKs and Stories.\\nDIG YOUR OWN POTATOES.\\nDown in Pope county lives Jerry Goudy, a close-\\nfisted follow, who owns a lai g^e farm. Peter Bunch\\nlives near by in a cabin.\\nGoudy met Peter, and hired him to dig^ potatoes.\\nThe deal was closed, and no limit to the time Peter\\nwas to work. Two bushels of potatoes was agreed\\nupon for a day s earning-s.\\nPeter went over to Mr. Goudy s potato patch,\\nworked hard all day, and only dug a bushel; he put\\nthem in a baO and started home; he stopped at Mr.\\nGoudy s residence, and left word vvith the landlady\\nfor Mr. Goudy to dig the other bushel due him^\\nand bring them over at his earliest convenience.\\nDREAMING\\nIt was a custom among the indians and the\\nwhite people in Michigan a longtime a go, who", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "PoFiMs Ani Xdo i i:s Axn S lrivMis.\\nlived neig-hbfirstohumor their inclinations todream.\\nIf a yankee woman dreamed that an Indian woman\\ng-ave her a ham of venison, she went over and told\\nher, and jj^ot the ham; and if an Indian woman\\ndreamed that a white woman g-ave her a pound of\\ncoffee, she went over, related her dream, and took the\\ncoffee home. And many other things were passed\\nby thecurrency then in use(dreams. The dreaming-\\nwent along among the women for quite jiwhile, then\\nthe men went to dreaming, and almost every day\\ncommodities exchangfed hands, on dreams.\\nThe old chief who owned bOOO acres of tine land\\nhad a dream, and related it to a farmer with a\\ndrove (*f fine horses.\\nSir, said he, I dreamed vou g^ave me vour\\nfinest horse.\\nAlright, said the white man, go and get Bar-\\nne} he is my best, and worth $500, in spot cash.\\nThe chief was well pleased, and took Barney\\nhome with him. IMie white man had a dream that\\nnight, and went over and relatetd it to the chief.\\nNoble chief, I dreamed last night that you gave\\nme a thousand acres of your best land.\\nHuh! huh!- huh! grunted the chief, you shall\\nhave it; but it must be understood from now on\\nthat there is to be no more dreaming.", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "Poems Anecdotes and Stories.\\nBRitlSH-BOER WAR.\\nMig hty Britain s out for conquest,\\nSailing- now for Afric s shores,\\nA covetous and anxious moving-\\nTo take the property of Boers.\\nBlest Republic s richandthriving-,\\nStanding out away from sea;\\nMoving- to a hig-her station,\\nProsperous to hig h degree.\\nShame! Oh shame! Oh mighty\\nBritain!\\nStooping down to bring* distresis\\nTo a baby people striving-,\\nBetter fondle and caress.\\nIt pains our hearts to see your\\npoets,\\nBlustering- with brag- and boast;\\nAh! we see a diamond shining*,\\nWay down on old Afric s coast.\\nKipling- s keeping- up his wailing.\\nShaking- up old earth and sky;\\nSwinburn s in a ghost-dance\\nsailing.\\nIn an overladen crv.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "POKMS AnICCDOTKS AND StORIKS.\\nYour y)oet laureaters boiling\\nO er with ditties, song- and\\nverse;\\nKill the Boe; si (a I reeborn\\npeople,)\\nStamp upon .their heads a\\ncurse.\\nThe root of all is gold and dia-\\nmonds;\\nGod blest old Afric s sunny\\nland.\\nTis easy to do right and settle,\\nLittle wrongs with heart and\\nhand.\\nOh I tis appauling, seas of crim-\\nson,\\nAnglo-Saxon blood will How;\\nWhat for? What for? the world\\nis asking;\\nThey will reap that which they\\nsow.\\nNothing- better was expected.\\nIn the ages long- ago;\\nCan we bow and ponder, seeing\\nDeepest sorrow, darkest woe?\\nlore*", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "5f PoicMs Anfcdotks and Stories.\\nNoble Britain s lost lier balance,\\n(riven o er to g-old and stones\\nDrawing- wealth from other na-\\ntions,\\nBreaking- free lands, building\\nthrones.\\nOverbalanced now with conquest.\\nLost her mighty balance-wheel;\\nLike a drunkard in first stag^es.\\nStarting- out to prate and reel.\\nPioneer, Oh! Ang-lo-Saxon;\\nBrig^htest lights of agfes past!\\nGo back to the old foundation;\\nOr your prog-ress cannot last.\\nOnly think of \\\\vhat you re doing-,\\nDesolating- homes and states,\\nOr (rod, the mighty king of Heav-\\nen,\\nWill destroy your armored\\n^ates.\\nGo back to 3 our moral balance.\\nCovered up with massive wealth.\\nThen, and not till then, you ll\\nanchor,\\nSafely on the shores of health;\\nHealth as fitted .for a nation,\\nWhen cong-estion disappears;\\nWealth to fill the world with\\ng-ladness.\\nHealth and wealth t dry up\\ntears.", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "\u00e2\u0080\u00a2.Unbex..\\nPAGE.\\nCall of the Muse 1\\nAnswer of the Muse 2\\nThe Cyclone\\nThe Arkansaw Sow\\nFarewell\\nThe Prince of Bugs 18\\nFarm Home 20\\nShort3- s Story of His Wedding Tour 24\\nThe Hermit 28\\nThe Fairy Weddin\u00c2\u00ab,f 30\\nA Talk With Uncle Sam 33\\nThe Honeymoon 36\\nThe Leanly Family 38\\nThe Eavesdropper 41\\nPeter Haj^le 42\\nGood Books 44\\nThoughts 45\\nThe Hog Story 49\\nLieut. S. A. McKnight 50\\nDig^ Your Own Potatoes 52\\nDreaming\\nBritish-Boer War 54", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2835", "width": "1713", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2845", "width": "1747", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "mmZl.^ ^ss i\\n015 S9TS lh", "height": "2897", "width": "1848", "jp2-path": "poemsanecdotesst00fres_0066.jp2"}}