Poems you ought to know . And sarched for em far and near. At last we struck hosses and wagonSnowed under a soft, white mound, Upsot, dead beat—but of httle GabeNo hide nor hair was found. And here all hope soured on me, Of my fellow-critters aid—I jest flopped down on my marrow-bones, Crotch deep in the snow and prayed. H( 4: H< H: ^ 4: 3|: By this, the torches was played out, And me and Isrul ParrWent off for some wood to a sheepfold That he said was somewhar thar. We found it at last, and a little shed Where they shut up the lambs at looked in and seen them huddled thar. So warm
Poems you ought to know . And sarched for em far and near. At last we struck hosses and wagonSnowed under a soft, white mound, Upsot, dead beat—but of httle GabeNo hide nor hair was found. And here all hope soured on me, Of my fellow-critters aid—I jest flopped down on my marrow-bones, Crotch deep in the snow and prayed. H( 4: H< H: ^ 4: 3|: By this, the torches was played out, And me and Isrul ParrWent off for some wood to a sheepfold That he said was somewhar thar. We found it at last, and a little shed Where they shut up the lambs at looked in and seen them huddled thar. So warm, and sleepy, and white,And thar sot Little Breeches and chirpe^f. As peart as ever you see,*I want a chaw of terbacker. And thats what the matter of me. How did he git thar? Angels. He could never have walked in that storm;They jest stooped down and toted himTo whar it was safe and I think that saving a little child, And fotching him to his own,Is a durned sight better businessThan loafing around the
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