. Book of song poems. s pouring clown; Among the rocks this silvery stream,Away to the ocean It Is bound. We are crossing Montana, Theres the oats, wheat and rye,And the Rocky Mountains high,The rich valleys are near by. We are crossing Montana, Some wild animals are there,The wolf, deer and the squirrel, badger and hare. August, 1905. CUSTERS MONUMENT. THERE is a spot that is so dearTo all our kindred Custers Monument doth appear,That stands afar from all others. Here is where our heroes fell While on the field of Indians charged with a savage yell; They he
. Book of song poems. s pouring clown; Among the rocks this silvery stream,Away to the ocean It Is bound. We are crossing Montana, Theres the oats, wheat and rye,And the Rocky Mountains high,The rich valleys are near by. We are crossing Montana, Some wild animals are there,The wolf, deer and the squirrel, badger and hare. August, 1905. CUSTERS MONUMENT. THERE is a spot that is so dearTo all our kindred Custers Monument doth appear,That stands afar from all others. Here is where our heroes fell While on the field of Indians charged with a savage yell; They hear their weapons rattle. Our brave boys on the plains Against a superior dark the hour that terror reigns! When our boys were cut asunder. Hard was the fight, hand-to-hand; The struggle well thought of homes and native land; They never would surrender. The day was lost, well neer forgetAll the honors that are due those. The field was quiet at sunset Where lay our fallen heroes. August, The Game in the Northwest. The game in these states what a fine dish,The geese, ducks and brants are seen on the lakes Whose waters abound with many fine fish,While in the streams they its surface breaks. THE MOUNTAINS. A Ay/ERE traveling down the mountains,Among its pillars and castles great;Down along by the mountain wallsWith its high towers and gates,. Were traveling down the mountainsLeaving behind the crystals of snow, Down among the rocks and bouldersWhere the sparkling waters flow. Were traveling down the mountains Shaded by the evergreens,Down among the rocks like fragments strewn, O could we describe these wondrous scenes! Were traveling down the mountains,Among the foothills now we glide, Along through the canyons hidden by the walls,Beneath the lofty crags there we swiftly ride. Were traveling down the weve reached the valleys gay, Down among the beds of flowersWe see the rich fields on our way. August, 1905. IDAHO. WERE traveling throug
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