Part 21 (2/2)

Which the war dance they had Round a tree at the Bend Was a sight that was sad; And it seemed that the end Would not justify the proceedings, As I quiet remarked to a friend.

For that Injin he fled The next day to his band; And we found William spread Very loose on the strand, With a peaceful-like smile on his features, And a dollar greenback in his hand;

Which the same, when rolled out, We observed, with surprise, Was what he, no doubt, Thought the number and prize-- Them figures in red in the corner, Which the number of notes specifies.

Was it guile, or a dream?

Is it Nye that I doubt?

Are things what they seem?

Or is visions about?

Is our civilization a failure?

Or is the Caucasian played out?

AFTER THE ACCIDENT

(MOUTH OF THE SHAFT)

What I want is my husband, sir,-- And if you're a man, sir, You'll give me an answer,-- Where is my Joe?

Penrhyn, sir, Joe,-- Caernarvons.h.i.+re.

Six months ago Since we came here-- Eh?--Ah, you know!

Well, I am quiet And still, But I must stand here, And will!

Please, I'll be strong, If you'll just let me wait Inside o' that gate Till the news comes along.

”Negligence!”-- That was the cause!-- Butchery!

Are there no laws,-- Laws to protect such as we?

Well, then!

I won't raise my voice.

There, men!

I won't make no noise, Only you just let me be.

Four, only four--did he say-- Saved! and the other ones?--Eh?

Why do they call?

Why are they all Looking and coming this way?

What's that?--a message?

I'll take it.

I know his wife, sir, I'll break it.

”Foreman!”

Ay, ay!

”Out by and by,-- Just saved his life.

Say to his wife Soon he'll be free.”

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