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Well settled among them, I listened to each;
The question, the answer, the jest, or the speech,
Till the greenhorn, whose “organ of language” was great,
Led out by one posted, began to narrate
His travels, perhaps for the fiftieth time,
But new to the stranger who jotted in rhyme.
The question, the answer, the jest, or the speech,
Till the greenhorn, whose “organ of language” was great,
Led out by one posted, began to narrate
His travels, perhaps for the fiftieth time,
But new to the stranger who jotted in rhyme.
| Poetry of the Farm and Rural Life | |