Silently, in secret, Moses to himself a plan reveals, Got a three-inch plank and sawed it into surreptitious wheels, And when night in solemn mystery had succeeded unto day, Put his hut and things on axles, and quite lonely drove away To a place just over yonder by the old Coyote Road; There, no more a man of glory, Moses Adams dropped his load, And when resting from his labour and refreshing from his jug, Having known a town called Julesberg, called his shanty Splendourbug. On the following morn as usual in due time arose the sun, And the Gloryvillins followed his example one by one; While he smiled upon the city, as on other things beneath, ’Twas observed one snag was wanting in the double row of teeth. Little said the Left-behinders, but they seemed to take the hint, And each man surveyed his neighbour with a shrewd and genial squint; All day long there was a sound of sawing timber up and down, Seven more houses in the morning were a-wanting in the town. And before the week departed all the town departed too, Just like the swallows in the autumn to another soil they flew; Only that, unlike the swallows which we hear of in the song, When the Gloryvillins squandered each one took his nest along. All except one ancient darkey, obstinate and blind and lame, Who for want of wheels and credit could not follow up the game; So the others had to leave him, which they did without regret, Left him there without a copper—just one million deep in debt. If you seek them you may find them comfortable as in a rug, All of them at length established in the town of Splendourbug; And the driver to the traveller as by Gloryville he goes, Points him out, an ancient darkey who a million dollars owes. IN THE WRONG BOX When Eagle Davis died, I was sittin’ by his side, ’Twas 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 funeralise him home. But Goshen Wheeler said, As he looked upon the dead, Weepin’ mildly, “Just remark my observation what I say: That deceased, now glori_ous_, Was in life a curious cuss, And somethin’ unexpectable will happen on the way.