Riley farm-rhymes . HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM But, says I, youll not accept it? Wy, of course I will, sa}s —This drudgin on a farm, he says, is not the life fer me;Ive set my stakes up higher, he continued, light and gay,And towns the place fer me, and Im a-goin right away ! And go he did !—his mother clingin to him at the gate, A-pleadin and a-cryin; but it hadnt any weight. I was tranquiller, and told her twarnt no use to worry onclasped her arms from round his neck round mine —and let him go! I felt a little bitter feelin foolin round aboutThe aidges of my conscience ; but I didnt l
Riley farm-rhymes . HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM But, says I, youll not accept it? Wy, of course I will, sa}s —This drudgin on a farm, he says, is not the life fer me;Ive set my stakes up higher, he continued, light and gay,And towns the place fer me, and Im a-goin right away ! And go he did !—his mother clingin to him at the gate, A-pleadin and a-cryin; but it hadnt any weight. I was tranquiller, and told her twarnt no use to worry onclasped her arms from round his neck round mine —and let him go! I felt a little bitter feelin foolin round aboutThe aidges of my conscience ; but I didnt let it out;—I simply retch out, trimbly-like, and tuk the boys though I didnt say a word, I knowed hed under-stand. And—well!—sence then the old home here was mighty lonesome, shore!With me a-workin in the field, and Mother at the door, 67 HOW JOHN QUIT THE FARM Her face fereA^er tords the town, and fadin more and more—Her only son nine miles away, a-clerkin in a store! The weeks and months dra
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