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.
ZION JERSEY BOGGS
a legend of philadelphia
Before the telegraphic wires