I was shocked and withdrew; But I grieve to relate, When he next met my view Injin Dick was his mate; And the two around town was a-lying In a frightfully dissolute state. Which the war dance they had Round a tree at the Bend Was a sight that was sad; And it seemed that the end Would not justify the proceedings, As I quiet remarked to a friend. For that Injin he fled The next day to his band; And we found William spread Very loose on the strand, With a peaceful-like smile on his features, And a dollar greenback in his hand; Which the same, when rolled out, We observed, with surprise, Was what he, no doubt, Thought the number and prize-- Them figures in red in the corner, Which the number of notes specifies. Was it guile, or a dream? Is it Nye that I doubt? Are things what they seem? Or is visions about? Is our civilization a failure? Or is the Caucasian played out? AFTER THE ACCIDENT (MOUTH OF THE SHAFT) What I want is my husband, sir,-- And if you're a man, sir, You'll give me an answer,-- Where is my Joe? Penrhyn, sir, Joe,-- Caernarvonshire. Six months ago Since we came here-- Eh?--Ah, you know! Well, I am quiet And still, But I must stand here, And will! Please, I'll be strong, If you'll just let me wait Inside o' that gate Till the news comes along. "Negligence!"-- That was the cause!-- Butchery! Are there no laws,-- Laws to protect such as we? Well, then! I won't raise my voice. There, men! I won't make no noise, Only you just let me be. Four, only four--did he say-- Saved! and the other ones?--Eh? Why do they call? Why are they all Looking and coming this way? What's that?--a message? I'll take it. I know his wife, sir, I'll break it. "Foreman!" Ay, ay! "Out by and by,-- Just saved his life. Say to his wife Soon he'll be free." Will I?--God bless you! It's me! THE GHOST THAT JIM SAW Why, as to that, said the engineer, Ghosts ain't things we are apt to fear; Spirits don't fool with levers much, And throttle-valves don't take to such; And as for Jim, What happened to him Was one half fact, and t'other half whim! Running one night on the line, he saw A house--as plain as the moral law-- Just by the moonlit bank, and thence Came a drunken man with no more sense Than to drop on the rail Flat as a flail, As Jim drove by with the midnight mail.