’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;