Our young folks [serial] . ught on a glittering hook ?Camping perhaps on yon islands; I can but guess of their joys;Questioning still of the silence, What has become of the boys ? Well, but this world has departed Out of its tracks, I believe,Going right back where it started With only old Adam and into trouble were getting On the Elysian plain,Constantly fuming and fretting Till they began to raise Cain! 0 for a race and a riot! O for a shout and a song!Anything else but this quiet, That s lasted so fearfully ! there s a fellow whose garments Are tickling the breeze in their g
Our young folks [serial] . ught on a glittering hook ?Camping perhaps on yon islands; I can but guess of their joys;Questioning still of the silence, What has become of the boys ? Well, but this world has departed Out of its tracks, I believe,Going right back where it started With only old Adam and into trouble were getting On the Elysian plain,Constantly fuming and fretting Till they began to raise Cain! 0 for a race and a riot! O for a shout and a song!Anything else but this quiet, That s lasted so fearfully ! there s a fellow whose garments Are tickling the breeze in their glee! 1 should nt be scared if the varmintsHad sent him out hunting for me ! Come, Uncle Nat, to the grove there, We re having the jolliest fun !There s a queer, hifalutin old cove there, With the bulliest kind of a gun !I m with you, my lad, in a hurry! Now all my misgivings are fled !I was in such a fright and a worry, For I thought all the boys were dead ! Josephine Pollaid. 480 Fishermans Luck. [August, FISHERMANS I872-] Fisherman s Ltick. 481
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