.

Wall, I got a feller to show me whar it wuz, and when I got on the
inside I don't s'pose I wuz ever more sot back in all my life; guess you
could have knocked my eyes off with a club; they stuck out like bumps
on a log. Wall sir, they had flowers and birds everywhere, and trees a
settin' in wash tubs, didn't look to me as though they would stand much
of a gale; and about a hundred and fifty patent wind mills runnin' all
to onct, and out in the woods somewhar they had a band a-playin'. I
couldn't see 'em but I could hear 'em; guess some of 'em wuz a havin'
a dance to settle down their dinner; I couldn't tell whether it was a
society festival or a camp meetin' at feedin' time. Wall, one feller cum
up to me and commenced talkin' some furrin language I didn't understand,
somethin' about bon-sour, mon-sour. I jist made up my mind he wuz one of
them bunco fellers, and I wouldn't talk to him. Then another feller cum
up right smart like and wanted to know if I'd hav my dinner table de
hotel or all over a card, and I told him if it wuz all the same to him
he could bring me my dinner on a plate. Wall, he handed me a programme
of the dinner and I et about half way down it and drank a bottle of
cider pop what he give me, and it got into my head, and I never felt so
durn good in all my life. I got to singin' and I danced Old Dan Tucker
right thar in the dinin' room, and I took a wrestle out of Mr. bon-sour
mon-sour; and jist when I got to enjoyin' myself right good, they called
in a lot of constables, and it cost me sixteen dollars and forty-five
cents, and then they took me out ridin' in a little blue wagon with a
bell on it, and they kept ringin' the bell every foot of the way to let
folks know I wuz one of Mr. Delmonico's boarders.

It is Fall

THE days are gettin' shorter, and
the summer birds are leaving,

The wind sighs in the tree tops,
as though all nature was grieving;

The leaves they drop in showers, there's a
blue haze over all,

And a feller is reminded that once again it's
Fall.

It is a glorious season, the crops most gathered
in,

The wheat is in the granary and the oats are
in the bin;

A feller jest feels splendid, right in harmony
with all,

The old cider mill a-humin', 'gosh, I know
it's Fall.

I hear the Bob White whistlin' down by the
water mill,

While dressed in gorgeous colors is ea