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Show im THE SALT LAKE TIMES.T .... " - " " " ".' ; "J'j j nt - SALT LAKE CITY, J ANLAHY I, is'.n. . t t charged them down Below the town, Anil charged them up again; j lu t ho mUli-- ' sheds j They hill their heads, j So fierce the frozen rain. Then, with a shout For their redoubt Wo stinted on a run To learn, alas! How it came to pass The fight hud just bcguul Our captain thought The foe was caught, Within that cattle shed; To storm it well With Bitot anil shell At bis command we sped. : Of food we hadn't any, j Three dollars to a penny We '.ve re cashed; And thus we marched alrmg i With shout and martk.l snug All unabashed. Two days of finest weather Held our band together On tiie trail: tvigid, drizzling rain Then changed our joy to paia, And wo turned tail, Alas! what had we dune!1 i l'.ach had his liitlc ijiiii And nol lung more; Wherever we applied For a chance to iiel inside ' They shut the door. "Show us the scalps." t hey said, "Of Injuns that are dead Because of yon, And then we'll let ymi in And Mull' you ( the chin." U li.it could we do:' , Thus uc we iv fed with sneer-l- , And warmed with cruel jeer , r lieart less smies, A homeward worn and sore We crept from door Tlmse weary miles - Prow t hut .baud, I've now resigned, Quite satislied to lind A road to faint Throi'uh ' ituihtlu'.,' news, Ai.o editorial views On the .nine. "Have nt thpin, then, My gallant men!" Our leader blithely cried. "Nor shell nor shot Defends the spot Where these poltroons now hldel" As soft, as clay The snow now lay Beneath the noonday sun; It made us smile To think the while Our foernen they bad none. Hut oh! how soon We chanired our tune Thatfatetul New Year's dayl Those fru.eti halls, .Stored in the stalls, Were not at all like play. Our lesson was houuht With the llrst onslaught, For the volley that laid us low, With painful thumps And blue black bumps, Was a volley of frozen snow. On Simpson's field We were forced to yield, Our twelve men to their ten; And now you know Why this was so. But let them try aejain! THE SNOWBALLS WERE FROZEN. An Cnliiaseil Tul of the Itultle of Simp-miiii'- h l iclil. This tale was volunteered by our, As you'll perceive, who saw the fun, And who for reasons that are plain Won't care to see the like again. You have all been told That our warriors bold, To their extreme concern. Were forced to yield On Simpson's Field-- But why you have yet. to learn. The rival force Had pursued a course Very much to be deplored; And talked so loud " --'sC This upstart crowd Tliey could not be iL'iiored. So Captain Jim Surrounded him With soldiers true and tried, While Captain Jack And his rude pack Responded full of pride. Their chance looked slim To Captain Jim, For they numbered only ten. While we set out To put them to rout With n dozen gallant men. We had our way, And New Year's day Was named for the final charge; Near Simpson's Held The foes were concealed, And Simpson's Meld was large. But larger yet To our regret, We found was Simpson's heart; In his cattle stalls They stored snowballs, Which doomed us from the start. ( )ur warriors bold Behind the fold For sheep were all arrayed, And knowing naught Of the foe's dark plot, Were not a whit dismayed. ' lti p A frosty night, To I heir delight, FmharrasHed us somewhat; But a. midday thaw Dispelled that flaw, And furnished us with shot. Oil, who can say That on that day Our valor was In doubt? When blow for blow With spheres of snow We charged them alt about t To miss The hli-- Of n lively dancel ' This dunce will be in the form of a jift And the tuna will make him jump; For B good thick stick on the back of the prig Will rai-- full many a lump, With each Bwish j He'll wish Ho was miles away; ' Black and blue ' Through mid through fie will go and slnyt He loam all the year, this parasite boy, And jeers at the carriers' toil. And the carriers' harvest hails with joy, For he makes their reward his spoil, He'd as lief Be a thief As an honest man; Make him work, Not shirk, j Is now our plan. &ffy & q These Carriers' Tales, on Xpw Year's (lay j Will meet with a ready sale; ' And the harvest is ours this time, we say. For the parasite' schemes will fail. They will see That he Is a rank outsider. And will put Their foot On the ureedy splderl Ixt t tie carriers' parasite read as he runa, And rememlier what he has read; We are mad this t ime and have trained our KUiis On the spot where he hides his head if he lon't We won't Give him a chance To miss The bliss Of a lively dancel i ili: lit dar am ite not dls chile (tl inns' j l''ii ifib b.-l- f away. 1'nV i hue didn't fcnu how long, oh eo'se, j Wns bes' for him (o stay. 01:. ile Mars iicbhcr -- liini, like dat beto' V" nonn yo' sec dat night) De watermelons all dead ripe, an' so j ,les' took dc bigges' in sii;Lit. Stick de knife in de center an' be-al- bin) criiik! ' lb meliiii couldn't wait no mo'. So hjirv in' red an de see ls so black, : iis !i:iit. h.ib come for sho'! Di font de middle an' swallow him quick ' u' keep yo' eye on de gate, Sc Je boss v lien he come for to make yo' sick j lie shunh to come tint late I'Y.V half oh de melon done tickle tlt chile t.ike he tickled befo'; Bo he tackle de las', keepin watch all da while, t For to take de hint to no. An' jes' as he swallo-.- de las' bij bite An done :ut out uc seed. De bow, he ce bv ile Kate viv a light Golly, dat wi,s all he need: ' , 1 I m Bho't cut for de tunnel, mos' scar'd to death, De las' jump am a slide, An' not to de fence clean out ob breath Wiv all dat melon inside! Oh, den what trouble 'tab struck (lis nig He couldn't get frew at all! Yo' see de watermelon was so bii An' de darky am so small! Cut de boss nehber catch dis chile dat way, 'Case he been dar befo'; Jes' scoot for de place dat melon lay As fas' as lie kin go, An' git inside ob de empty skinl (Dat am a fac' indeed; When de darky scoop dat melon in He done spit out de seed!) De boss come erloner, but nehber kin tell Somebody done eat his fill, An' de l iaes' watermelon am an empty .hell. Dis darky keep so still. Oh, down by de rihher on de candy groun' Whar de melons ifvow so big, Dar's a liinh bo'd fence built all aroun', But dat doti't stop dis nigl AB'M LINC'M JONES. The Divert Iiik Tile of a Small Darby ami a Largo Watermelon. No Carrier quite so small and dark ' Has ever made so tine a mark - As this same Ab'm la'nc'm Jones. He's three feet six in height, and own A route t hat pays so very well He dresses like a howling swell. A single fault his friends bewail, And you'll observe that in this tale The tale of Ab'm Mnc'm Jones: il;4 "a'-- Of ,jwn byde rihher on thesandy grown', VV'ha' de melons grow so hie;, Dar's a high bo'd fence built all aroun' But dat don' stop dis nig. On top ob de fence wh.V dey cotch yo' chin Am spikes dat make yo' smile. All' de bo'ds so closeskeelers can't git In But dat Hon' stop dis chile. De gate am locked like de bit: hen roost j Nex' do' to de cullud chu'cii Golly, folks dat's wait in' fort he int'duced Don't know dis darky tiiie h! De boss am waitin' wiv de ol' shot gun, An' a b'ar trap watch for yo'; De folks dat's spiv! m' to see some fun Don' know dis chile for shu'. Yo' nebht-- r kin scar' cullud man dat way, Dem melons am too ; De big b ar t rap an' de smn come to stay Nehber mm : (lis chile done eat! An' how he get m, vu it kg t.- know? Jes' come crlung wiv me By de side ob de letico u bar de thick brush grow De boss he nehber s. e. fit-- . - . V f i Dar's whar yo' kin fin' de tunnei dat leads To de watermelon patch; An' dar yo' kin eat and spit, out de seeds Till yo' heah de gate unlatch. Golly, den yo' fcoot like a possum up a tree. For dc boss am after yo'! Scoot back frew de tunnel befo' he l. iti sci?, Jes' as fas' as vn' kin go! ' v &0Jsf mrmU yJrw4 WHY HF DRES.SED WELL Tli Si'iitlmi:i;il "In It- of Hie Carrier I ii,!. . lie liked our company and we Were willing I hat t c lode should ho A bot more than that We would not irraiil, Mi'l we: "That's flat. ' Vmi and Vo.ir kind wvie made to ri 1ft The world vmi b beaut v. and tint il Our toi ma, s ".'t cry t coil indeed Yuursi'u u"f will Ik all we need." It h.ijes i," 1 t!ii.n::h tftitit soon a tale T'ii ui.t so si npi 1, lint .'iiii stale Pit vo.se 1. "Not .'en th' Dt.de. bedad, 1'o'd 0'l a m ;.r) ( i ice as bad " "l.ood' Mm try," we all replied, A:itl I bit, tin- - Orri. r Ilinle complied: tc.er the bill a "u!" of mfliw. i "'n i.i i r wlii 0 Is fat her t nee--l- :d she's f ', tit I me ,11 to woo. You moy l.nmh if vmi like-v-- 'U ire al v:r- i ruoe Lint voir,- im,li Lite." no will be stiU-'die- For there's triumph ahead for the "Carrier I bale.." Annie's her name, and she is a prize; Hut her ( ither's got Be.-id- le r a dog cf enormous size That sho ild be sliotl However, iiiite trie:, illy lie's growingtobe (I wear l:ooi clothes and am clean, you see), And e cu her fat her is taking to ma It happened thiswev I had stopped to ' talk To Annie there, ' When her father came quietly up the j walk, j Began to swear, i And declared that no dude with nothing to do, Whose chief delight was a toothpick shoe, Could talk to his datit'.liler-u- ot if he k ne w The bundle of papers beneath my arm Then spoke for me j In a manner that quieted my alarm. "Ah, now I see," j Her fattier remarked, "I judged you wrong; To that, idle crowd you don't belong, But pay your way as you go along." j Now here is a lesson for some of you: i This millionaire, ' Who works all day as hard as we do, Said to me t here: "My boy, let them leer if they please: your plan Is the best, and gladly I'll help you when I can Good taste in dress always helps make the man." raw - ' I'll take the old man at his word soma ' day, And th.in you'll see The millionaire give his daughter away Away to me I What then will you say? Will youstill be rude? Or remind each other in tones subdued What a long headed chap was that "Car-rier Dude?" CARRIERS' TALES. Veracious Stories Related bij the Boijs U'lio Dclicer your Capers. j By CURTIS DUNHAM. Copyright, lbOl All iij;lits reserved. Good Friends, who wait, our comin' in the mornin' or at night, And never wait in vain ('cause we believe In startin' right), You sometimes wonder, don't you, what the Currier Hoys will do When tliey have famblics to support the , same as some of you? - I The most of us are growin' mighty fast, as you can tell By sizin' up our jackets and our panta- - loons as well. It's gcttin' pretty serious when in a year or two The Carriers will have famblies to support the same as you. So this New Year we offer you our Carriers' Fairy Tales. Please buy some extra copies for your friends, 'cause rapid sales And mod'rate prolitssuit us best of course you'll see us through, " Since wo will soon have famblies to sup-port the same as youl WHERE AND WHEN TIIKSR TCCTHFL'L TALE8 WE 11 15 TOLD. We call them Fairy Tales, 'cause day or night We told them by a dim and Bickering light Down iu the darkest corner of the room Behind the Press; and sometimes in the gloom, It seemed like little Elves and Gnomes crept out To gather what our chat was all about And so, forgetting often where wo were, Too Interested in some Tale to stir Or note the flight of time, a sudden clack And clank of flying wheels would start us back To earth, and "Fold your papers!" that command Would end the spell and banish fairyland. 'Twas there we sat and told these Tales, and when The Press warmed to Its noisy ta.sk, 'twas tin n The" -- '':.:!- toil began. HOW CY WON FORTUNE. A Moimirul Title of What Might Hare Itecti. An nncicnt Carrier Boy was he (For he confessed to thirty three), And we nicknamed him lionesome J. His solemn looks impressed us so. lie seemed to nurse sonievain regrut - Though ufU'ij ur-i- .1 fee never yet v Had i ondeseelide-- to relate Just why lie quarreled with his fatu. At last he changed his mind one day. Ami thus he gave himself away. a:.c ?? -i- '-Y (LJ ; 1 i'A.MtQ A ircnteel little chap was Cy L'nlb.e the most of us. For he was never known to lie, ( r evei heard to cuss He always was so neat and nice We called him "Sissy" - why, Ile wouldn't .smoke at any price. And chew' he'd rather die! We laughed--h- didn't care a rap: And now we fume and fuss To see i In way this genteel chap Has not the laugh on us Cy wo ihln t throw tlte dice, or play With cards, or raise a row. His principles were all O K Just as Ins checks ar now We might have had our check b too. And credit quite as good. But we remained a shiftless crew While Cy kept sawing wood. lit I L 'ffiL'r i r Tin- first we knew he'd sold his route, A : I'oughtan Al stain1.. V :i!eis, peanuts, books and fruit, '! 'Micst in the land. Itch 'ir we'd swallowed our chagrin Cy's stand became a store. Before we'd time to take that in Cy look nuothei door fie bought n railroad and a mill, And built a big hotel; I tell you, laiys, say what you will. This genteel chap was well. The rest you know as well as I. And reietition cloys; Thi !:iH-- r now lielongs to Cy, , Ah I we'r bis Carrier Boysl p"-"-'THg- N0 SCALPS. The llarrow!tt; Tale of rive Injun llulitem. The "Injun Fighter" took the floor, And told a tale oft told before; If you read on quite to the end Its moral you will comprehend. In me you see a boy, Wit h leisure to employ I'pon t he game Of cificilat ing news, And editorial views On the .same. It used to seem like w ork Which I was glad to .shirk This carrier job; But now to me it's play, And, us I learned today. Also to Bob. I'm very glad to find Boii in t hat state of mind, For it. was he Who led that "bravest hand Of Injun lighters iu the land" Including me. j That's what you called us when i We straggled home again, Ambit ion gone; But when we started out To put. the lieuds to rout You cheered us on. To me and all the rest Said Bob, "On to the west Where fame awaits! It Cut lire song and story Cover us with glory. Onward mates!" i rf - mm y?Hf mm mm Toward the setting sun. Kadi with his little gun And powder horn, Grim faces five we turned: For Injun scalps we yearned That Apr ! tr.r.rj. THE CARRIERS' PARASITE. An Admonitory Tale Add to Nuisance. A parasite vine on the oak tree feeds, And the oak has no redre-w-; But the parasite boy who this tale read Will take the hint, I guess. If he don't We won't Glrr ' ir a chance |