From me, on the banks of the Tongue.
Perhaps you've forgotten the morning
When your car of the Overland Mail
Broke loose on a curve, without warning,
And was ditched by the spread of a rail?
I was herding near by in the valley,
And I pulled out your father and you,
And I found that your name, Miss, was Sallie,
And—well, I remember. Do you?
You were there for five hours at least, Miss,