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IN THE WRONG BOX.
When Eagle Davis died,
I was sittin' by his side,
'T was in Boston, Massachusetts; and he said to me “Old boy!
This climate—as you see—
Isn't quite the size for me;
Dead or livin', take me back if you can to Ellanoy!”
I was sittin' by his side,
'T was in Boston, Massachusetts; and he said to me “Old boy!
This climate—as you see—
Isn't quite the size for me;
Dead or livin', take me back if you can to Ellanoy!”
So I took him by the hand,
But he'd just run out his sand,
And his breath was gone for ever—before a word would come;
Then I and other three
Together did agree
In a party for to travel and to funeralize him home.
But he'd just run out his sand,
And his breath was gone for ever—before a word would come;
Then I and other three
Together did agree
In a party for to travel and to funeralize him home.
But Goshen Wheeler said,
As he looked upon the dead,
Weepin' mildly, “Just remark my observation what I say:
That deceased, now glorious,
Was in life a curious cuss,
And somethin' unexpectable will happen on the way.
As he looked upon the dead,
Weepin' mildly, “Just remark my observation what I say:
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Was in life a curious cuss,
And somethin' unexpectable will happen on the way.
“Frum the time that he was born
Till he doubled round the Horn
Of Death, all his measurements and pleasurements were odd,
And odd his line will be,
As you're registered to see,
Till his walnut case is underneath the gravel and the sod.”
Till he doubled round the Horn
Of Death, all his measurements and pleasurements were odd,
And odd his line will be,
As you're registered to see,
Till his walnut case is underneath the gravel and the sod.”
It was bitter winter weather
When we all four got together
At the depôt with the coffin in an extra packin' box,
And a friend, with good intent,
A cask of whisky sent,
Just to keep our boats from wrackin', as they say, upon the rocks.
When we all four got together
At the depôt with the coffin in an extra packin' box,
And a friend, with good intent,
A cask of whisky sent,
Just to keep our boats from wrackin', as they say, upon the rocks.
Then a ticket agent he
Seein' mournin', says to me,
“Can I get the cards, or help you in your trouble, Mister Brown?”
So with solemn words I said,
As I pinted to the dead,
“There you'll find, I guess, our pilgrimage and shrine is written down.”
Seein' mournin', says to me,
“Can I get the cards, or help you in your trouble, Mister Brown?”
So with solemn words I said,
As I pinted to the dead,
“There you'll find, I guess, our pilgrimage and shrine is written down.”
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Then all night beneath the stars
We sat grimly in the cars,
Sometimes sleepin', sometimes thinkin', sometimes drinkin', till the dawn;
And each man went in his turn
To the baggage-crate to learn
If the box was keepin' time with us, and how 't was gettin' on.
We sat grimly in the cars,
Sometimes sleepin', sometimes thinkin', sometimes drinkin', till the dawn;
And each man went in his turn
To the baggage-crate to learn
If the box was keepin' time with us, and how 't was gettin' on.
Then all day beneath the sun
Still the train went rushin' on,
While we still kep' as silent as grave-stones as we went:
Playing euchre solemnly,
Which we kinder did agree
With the stakes to build for Davis a decent monument.
Still the train went rushin' on,
While we still kep' as silent as grave-stones as we went:
Playing euchre solemnly,
Which we kinder did agree
With the stakes to build for Davis a decent monument.
'Bout once in every mile
Some mourner took a smile,
But we did no other smilin' as we travelled day or night;
And once in every hour
Some one went into the bower,
And reported the receptacle of Davis was all right
Some mourner took a smile,
But we did no other smilin' as we travelled day or night;
And once in every hour
Some one went into the bower,
And reported the receptacle of Davis was all right
But when four days were past,
Which we still were flyin' fast,
Goshen Wheeler, very solemn, with expression to us cries,
“Where we are it should be freezin'
And our very breaths a-squeezin',
Whereas the air is hot enough to bake persimmen pies.
Which we still were flyin' fast,
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“Where we are it should be freezin'
And our very breaths a-squeezin',
Whereas the air is hot enough to bake persimmen pies.
“Don't you smell a rich perfume
As of summer flowers in bloom?
'T is magnolias a-peddled by yon humble coloured boy:
Now, I never yet did know
That the sweet mag-no-li-o
Grew in winter in the latitude of Northern Ellanoy.”
As of summer flowers in bloom?
'T is magnolias a-peddled by yon humble coloured boy:
Now, I never yet did know
That the sweet mag-no-li-o
Grew in winter in the latitude of Northern Ellanoy.”
Then said Ebenezer Dotton,
“I behold a field of cotton,
And I wonder how in thunder such a veg'table got here.
I don't know how we're fixed,
But the climate 's getting mixed,
And it's spilin' very rapidly with warmness as I fear.”
“I behold a field of cotton,
And I wonder how in thunder such a veg'table got here.
I don't know how we're fixed,
But the climate 's getting mixed,
And it's spilin' very rapidly with warmness as I fear.”
Spoke Mister Aaron Bland,
“I perceive on yonder land
That sugar-cane is bloomin', correctly, all in rows,
And not to make allusions
To Republican delusions,
But the niggers air a-getting' all around as thick as crows.”
“I perceive on yonder land
That sugar-cane is bloomin', correctly, all in rows,
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To Republican delusions,
But the niggers air a-getting' all around as thick as crows.”
Still we sat there mighty glum
Till along a fellow come.
And I says, says I, “Conductor, now tell us what it means,
Just inform us where we be?”
“Wall, now, gentlemen,” said he,
“I reckon we air comin' to the spot called New Or-leéns.”
Till along a fellow come.
And I says, says I, “Conductor, now tell us what it means,
Just inform us where we be?”
“Wall, now, gentlemen,” said he,
“I reckon we air comin' to the spot called New Or-leéns.”
So we rushed all in a row,
When we got to the depôt,
To the baggage-crate, a-wonderin' at these transformation scenes;
And we found out unexpected
That the box had been directed
Not unto Ellanoy, but to a man in New Or-leéns!
When we got to the depôt,
To the baggage-crate, a-wonderin' at these transformation scenes;
And we found out unexpected
That the box had been directed
Not unto Ellanoy, but to a man in New Or-leéns!
Without carin' if I'd catch it,
I straightway took a hatchet,
And busted off the cover without openin' my mouth;
And found a grand pianner
Which we'd followed for our banner
All the way from Massachusetts unto the sunny South!
I straightway took a hatchet,
And busted off the cover without openin' my mouth;
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Which we'd followed for our banner
All the way from Massachusetts unto the sunny South!
Then I said, “I rather guess
I can see into this mess,
And explain the startlin' error which has given you such shocks.
When that Boston fellow, he
Asked the route I'd take of me,
I pinted, inadvertional, unto another box.”
I can see into this mess,
And explain the startlin' error which has given you such shocks.
When that Boston fellow, he
Asked the route I'd take of me,
I pinted, inadvertional, unto another box.”
Now Eagle Davis lies
Beneath the Northern skies,
Where the snow is on the pine-tree while we are with the palm,
But I reckon if his spirit
Should ever come to hear it,
He'll be perfectly contented with the story in this psalm
Beneath the Northern skies,
Where the snow is on the pine-tree while we are with the palm,
But I reckon if his spirit
Should ever come to hear it,
He'll be perfectly contented with the story in this psalm
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