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Well, you kin see how it wuz that so many uv us liked Bill; he had soothed our hearts, there's nothin' like sympathy after all. Bill's po'try hed heart in it; it didn't surprise you or scare you; it jest got down in under your vest, 'nd before you knew it you wuz all choked up. I know all about your fashionable po'try and your famous potes, Martha took Godey's for a year.
She liked de po'try, an' got by heart 'bout de boy on de burnin' deck, but de breakin' waves floo'd her, 'case 'twan't no story like Cassy-by-anker." He pointed the latter poem out to Eloise, who said, "Will you give me this book?" Jake hesitated before he replied, "He wanted it, the Colonel, an' I tole him no, but you're different. I'll think about it." Mr.
Bowers wanted and what, po'try or no po'try, I've bin tryin' to give her was Rest! She's bin havin' it comfor'bly up at my ranch at Mendocino, with her children and me. Yes, sir" his eye wandered accidentally to the new-made grave "you'll excuse my sayin' it to a man in your profession, but it's what most folks will find is a heap better than readin' or writin' or actin' po'try and that's Rest!"
Ye wouldn't git her and ye'd be worse off if ye did. Your grandfather married for looks, and a nice useless wife he got sick half her time. Git a good strong girl that ain't afraid of work, that'll hold things together when ye're reading po'try that's as much as you kin expect. And the sooner the better. I'm done last winter's rheumatiz has about finished me. An' we can't afford hired help."
"What's the matter with that, Skyrider? Kain't I make up po'try if I want to?" "Sure. Help yourself you poor fish. Vollup! Hunh!" The contempt was even more pronounced than before. "Well? What's the matter with that? You said it yourself. And look out how you go peddlin' names around here. You think nobody knows anything but you!
Whereupon Bud cleared his throat and began again, rolling the words out sonorously, so that Mary V heard every word distinctly: "'Before I die, I'll ride the sky; I'll part the clouds like foam. I'll brand each star with the Rolling R, And lead the Great Bear home." "Say, that's swell!" a little fellow they called Curley interjected. "By gosh, that's darned good po'try!
He'd skin a flea fur its hide an' taller, any day." "He will send his children only on condition that I work out a certain problem which it seems the last two schoolmasters could not solve." "Pshaw!" ejaculated Rogers. "Is he still pipin' on thet ole sum? It's in po'try, ain't it?"
Silent Saunders, he's called. Kind of funny. I don't know anything about Saunders." "Well, you bank on it. Stack 'em up chin-high on it, Collie, if Brand says that. He knows some-thin' or he would never talk. Brand is a particular friend of yours?" "You bet!" "Well, tie to him. What he says is better than fine gold as the pote says. I reckon coarse gold suits me better, outside of po'try.
We studied him at the Reading Circle. You know who he was, Orvy." "Certainly I know who he was! The Wop poet. Where do you think I was raised?" from her insulted husband. "Sure the fellow that took the Cook's Tour to Hell. I've never waded through his po'try, but we learned about him in the U.," said Babbitt. Dannnnnty!" intoned Eddie Swanson. "You ought to get him easy, Mr.
Honest, it's swell po'try, and I want the boys to hear it. Listen get out, Johnny! 'I'll circle high as if passing by, then v-o-l then vollup, bank, an' land Hold him off'n me, boys! This is rich stuff I'm readin'! Hey, hold your hand over his mouth, why don't yuh, Aleck? Yo' all want to wait till I git to where " "I can't," wailed Aleck. "He bit me!" "Well, take 'im down an' set on him, then.
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