’Till the skull of an old mammoth caved the head of Thompson in.
And this is all I have to say of these improper games,
For I live at Table Mountain, and my name is Truthful James;
And I’ve told in simple language what I knew about the row
That broke up our society upon the Stanislow.
DICKENS IN CAMP.
BOVE the pines the moon was slowly drifting,
The river sang below;