down, he’d lift his faded hat,
“Now, say”, he’d laugh, “can a man be good
with a physog such as that?”
Then came the days—the black, dread days
when the small-pox swept our town,
With pest-house crowded from sill to eaves and
the nurses “taken down.”
And panic reigned and the best went wild and
even the doctors fled,
And scarce was there one to aid the sick or