He sharpens the feature, he blanches the hair,
And bows the proud head, be it ever so high;
This much hath he done for the man passing by.
A MINER WHO WILL SOON BE MINUS.
Away, to the fields of the diamond and ruby,
The miner sets out, like a consummate booby;
What loads the poor fellow proposes to pack:
His rifle, his shovel, his grub, and his sack;
His rifle to guard against numerous ills,