Poems of James McIntyre Part 31

BABY DARLING.

A miner in California mine, For his distant home he did repine, In a far off Eastern state, Where did live his own dear mate.

And one great source of all his joy, His little darling baby boy, One night to drive his cares away To concert hall his footsteps stray.

And loud resounding o'er the hall, He heard a little boy squall, The sweetest music he e'er heard, Sweeter far than singing bird.

For his thoughts it caused to roam, To his distant eastern home, Near to the mine there were no trace Of baby dear or woman's face.

When violinist with his bow Did make exquisite music flow, The miner he did loudly bawl Stop fiddle and let baby squall.

My sad heart his cries doth cheer, Reminding me of my own dear, For sooner I would him behold, Than if I found a mine of gold.

For what are all the joys of life, So far away from child and wife, But few more months I will stay here Then join my wife and baby dear.

RIDING AN AVALANCHE.

With our Canadian snow shoes, O'er snow you walk where'er you choose, But on long shoes Norwegian They are like narrow toboggan.

And all your movements you control By the aid of a stout long pole, With it you balance or propel But we show now what once befell.

Two miners full of pluck and game, Wished to locate a mining claim, On a high steep mountain crest In Colorado of the West.

Though snow was deep they would attempt Their good mine for to pre-empt, So up the mountain they do climb, Covered o'er with snow and rime.

Norwegian shoes slide over the snow, High and higher still they go, One was two hundred yards ahead, Till snow gives way where he doth tread.

Which quickly starts an avalanche, He seizes on a stout tree branch, But all in vain he rushes fast, His snow shoes in the avalanche.

His friend on shoes Norwegian, Like lightning down the hill he ran, Or rather o'er the ice did glide Down the long steep and gla.s.sy slide.

And after him the Avalanche, Tearing up trees both root and branch, The man on Avalanche doth yell To his friend you are doing well.

With your shoes Norwegian, Swifter than a toboggan, Go on, go on, you'll win the race, For we are slack'ning in our pace.

But, alas! poor runner feels The Avalanche doth touch his heels, Shall he be buried in the ma.s.s, Or will the vast pile o'er him pa.s.s.

He stops quite sudden 'neath a rock, It pa.s.sed o'er him with mighty shock, Though it did cause him great alarm, Yet still he was all safe from harm.

The Avalanche yet downward slides, And his friend on it he rides, Until it safely him doth launch On outer edge of his own ranch.

After three miles down the gulch, They both might have been crushed to mulch, The one he seemed to run a race, While one on Avalanche did chase.

But it was not for bravado, One rode, one run in Colorado, For it was desperate the strife Each had for to secure his life.

This tale of shoes Norwegian Is not for the collegian, But for such youths as do take pride In reading of a wondrous slide.

FINAL ADDRESS TO OUR PATRONS.

To those who have so cheerfully subscribed for our poetic works at this early stage, and whose names have been obtained in this town, we feel ourselves deeply indebted, and it affords us great pleasure to record their names:--Dr. McKay, M.P.P.; Thomas Seldon, mayor; Joseph Gibson, postmaster; Dr. Williams, reeve; Walter Mills, Wm. Ewart, Thomas Brown, George Brown, Dr. d.i.c.kson, G. Alderson, William Watterworth, Dr.

Canfield, James Smith, Peter Stuart, A. Grant, W. Partlo, Noxon Bros., Samuel, Stephen, T. H. and W. R. Noxon, C. E. Chadwick, J. A.

Richardson, C. Simpson, James Brady, Peter Kennedy, M. T. Buchanan, W.

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Thompson, W. Gibson, G. H. Sharp, W. Hook, D. Secord, N. H. Bartley, W.

Beckes, H. D. McCarty, John Ross, J. T. Malone, James H. Noe, L. Noe, G.

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Berry, Paul Berry, Hault Manufacturing Co., Dr. Walker, H. E. Robinson; T. H. Torren, W. Briden, John Birss, David Garlick, William Noxon, W. A.

Knox, C. R. Patience, E. H. Hugill, J. A. Young, D. I. Sutherland, D. M.

Sutherland, W. Thompson, R. McNiven, E. Livens, E. M. Walker, H. R.

Cotton, D. W. Augustine, R. Gemmell, C. W. Waldron, J. W. Browett, R. H.

Young, G. F. Clark, G. F. Mason, G. R. Thompson, W. A. Sinclair, W.

Moore, James Kay, E. Caldwell, W. Davidson, G. McBurney, John Husband, R. A. Skinner.

Our dairy friends whose names appear on page 68 responded almost unanimous and the cheese buyers Messrs. Riley, Cook and Simister, manifested a similar spirit. To Podmore and Wilson of Grant & Co. we are also indebted. Several ex-wardens of the county are on our list, and James Sutherland, M.P., B. Hopkins, Gordon Cook, T. R. Mayberry, G.

Walker, R. Wilson, J. C. Harris, W. Nancekivell, G. Chambers, R.

Mayberry, Andrew Mitch.e.l.l and J. H. Rowse, are among our country friends, and those prominent cheesemakers Ireland and Wooliever.

But as the printers are awaiting this sheet we must now close this list.

Now to our friends who proved so true, We bid you for short time adieu.

Those who may wish to procure a copy of this book will receive one neatly bound in cloth, with postage prepaid thereon, by remitting us One Dollar.

JAMES McINTYRE,

Ingersoll, Canada.