Show AWAITING TRIAL composed cx presy for the he CLIPPER I 1 the time is slowly passing on while in this lonesome jail far from my home and friends so dear there s none will go my bail barred up like any raging beast caged in aairon an iron cell mad at times the thought near strikes me for here I 1 have to d dwell wel what good laws the country has to keep a man so long for months and months in eager hopes the people knows its wrong the conaty s put to great expense which all tax payers know to keep the prisoners waiting here the courts they are so slow my bly cell it is so very small no room to walk about kiy riy body wants some exercise to ruu run or jump or shout oh besl yes I 1 have some company it is the timid mice they scamper all around the place they fear my lonely voice one day I 1 caught a little mouse I 1 really felt so glad to think it would share my food but one thing happened sad I 1 tied a string unto its tail and brought it near the fire I 1 spoke mid words to that poor thing but oh it did expire now this small mouse monse when hen it had bad died die lay quivering in my hand I 1 really felt so sad at heart no longer could I 1 stand to no I 1 small cell I 1 went and there I 1 laid me down how sad I 1 felt there s none can tell it made me sigh and moan sometimes I 1 get a lodger here who asks to stop all night he tells me that the times are bard he cannot get a bite he rooms around from place to place he s very poorly clad he cannot get any work to do the times they are so bad there Is s some of f these stay all night too honest are they to steal I 1 they ask the sheriff for a bed and they also get a meal they all are sent up to his place none else will take them in in some has crutches others are sick what can he do with them the storm is raging fast and wild walked some miles this day are cold hungry tired and wet and no place for to stay never forget his good kind act wherever they may ream A friend in need is 13 a friend indeed when far away from home there Is s no one can realize the feelings of a man socked in an iron cage all day how his poor thoughts has ran but hark the keys they rat rattle tie loud the jailor comes his rounds I 1 hurry burry up and love to greet that voice with mirth abounds I 1 ask him many eager words about my day of trial his answers does docs encourage me and sometimes makes me smile ilis his visits they aro very brief then bang goes iron doors im left alone locked in my cell for some long weary hours the mornings dawns light in my cell arise and ask gods blessing for beat health th and strength to bear my tria and in his bis hands my keeping my ly duties there not many 1 I have no work to dc I 1 would like to have some exercise but im caged like a mangroo kan groo |