Saint Abe and His Seven Wives / A Tale of Salt Lake City, with a Bibliographical Note

by Robert Williams Buchanan

The ways of snobs, the falsettos of the primo tenore, the legs

of Lydia Thomson's troupe of blondes, content me not;

Nor tea-drinking, nor the twaddle of Mr. Secretary Harlan,

nor the loafers of the hotel bar, nor Sham, nor Long-

fellow's Village Blacksmith.

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But the Prairies content me;

And the Red Indian dragging along his squaw by the scruff of

the neck;

And the bones of mules and adventurous persons in Bitter