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Tuapeka Times, Volume III, Issue 199, 23 November 1871, Page 7

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THE INDIAN AND THE NEW-FASHIONED

BUFFALO.

(From " Harper's New Monthly.)" There ain't much fun in an injun :

If there is it's deepish down, And don't crop out at oncommon times, As it does in a muil or clown, Or a Dutchman, or a Yankee, Or any o' them 'ere chaps That always are gay at the gravest of times, And never give heed to mishaps. No, sir ! them red-skinned pirates Mean blood, and a good deal more ; And when you are least expecting the same They're jist outside o'yer door, With a torch, and a knife, and an arrow,

And a whoop of demoniac mirth — A.nd away they ride by the glaring light Of your fiercely-blazing hearth ! X hain't much lav for an injun ; And when there's a joke worth while Played off on the sneaking varmint, I can't keep back a smileNo more than I oan a bullet

When I see them prowlin' aboutWith a treacherous look, like a hungry wolf That's watchin' along the route. Twas down in the "Chestnut Gulch"—

I'd been hxintin' for 'buy a week ; And of all tbe luck I ever had

That was about the poorest streak. I was feelin' blue and tired

As I lay thar on the ground, But mighty quick, you bet ! I was roused

By a most oncommon sound. Its cause I soon diskivered !

Fur the great Pacific line Bun close along, and thar was the cars— I tell you the sight was fine ! On lookin, down at the traelt

An Injun, with a stoat lasc,o Fastened round his waist, I saw, Was watchin' the injine, too. I jist laid down for music.

Fur I knew there'd be a tune, With ' the injine's shriek, and the Injun's wjioop, Like a thunder-storm in June. <On, on like the wind it came !

Firm stood that cussed " Red ;" And when- it got within easy range His lasso caught its head. ■" Sold ! Sold 1 " cried I, while the lujan And the ears went out of sight ; But never shall I till my dying day Forget his look of fright. I hain't much luy for an Injun,

But I almost pitied him War bein' jerked to the Sperit Land By h buffalo «o grim. <