To the baggage-crate to learn
If the box was keepin’ time with us, and how ’twas 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.
’Bout once in every mile
Some mourner took a smile,