“I ketched thet ’ar Buck feller ’fore ’e’s up,
An’ taken out another Lib’ty bond.
’Pears like I gotta back them boys that’s left
In France jes’ twict ez strong now’t Lon has went.”
The
Skillet Fork
XXVI
November
Sich a mornin’ o’ glory I’ve rar’ly saw,
Tho’ they tell me thet Winter is nigh;
The sun’s fairly glary, an’ hez a reel carry,