And we found on his nails, which were taper, What is frequent in tapers-that's wax. Which is why I remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain The heathen Chinee is peculiar Which the same I am free to maintain. Nongtongpaw. OHN BULL for pastime took a prance, And knowledge gained in foreign parts. John to the Palais-Royal come, Its splendor almost struck him dumb. NONGTONGPAW. John saw Versailles from Marly's height, On everything he lays his claw! I should like to dine with Nongtongpaw." Next tripping came a courtly fair; John cried, enchanted with her air, "What lovely wench is that there here?" A palace, lands, and then a wife Sir Joshua might delight to draw: I should like to sup with Nongtongpaw." "But hold! whose funeral's that?" cried John. Good-night t'ye, Monsieur Nongtongpaw." 229 Captain Dick. PON the shores of lofty Lake Tahoe, Or, rather, in the little hidden bay Called Emerald, there lived, some years ago, The sailor, Captain Dick, whose beard was gray, And grizzled with much washing in the ocean's salty spray. Long years he sailed upon the stormy sea, And saw his comrades perish, one by one, And go to feed the sharks. At last, thought he, "I'll leave the ocean ere my days are done, And have some Christian ceremony when my race is run." Upon the bosom of this quiet bay He found a little isle of solid rock. "Here," thought he, "is the place for me to lay My shivered timbers down, safe from the shock. Of tempests, and of tourists who at sepulchers do mock." Long time he worked there, long and patiently, With hammer, chisel, crow-bar, sledge and drill, And digged himself a grave, six feet by three, Above his sepulcher he built a roof, And nailed a cross upon it for a charm; Then fancied that his final home was proof CAPTAIN DICK. Against the rain, the devil, and all harm; A very comfortable bunk, and very snug and warm. His house was now in order, and he found It rather lonesome here, with naught to do, The island where his grave was in full view; So often, on fine days, he would repair To Rowland's custom-house across the lake (A gin-mill is a "custom-house" out there), And there the captain would spin yarns and slake 231 His thirst with whatsoever drink the boys asked him to take. Sometimes he took too much, at least he did On the momentous day which we deplore. 'Twas calculated that he soaked his quid Some twelve or fourteen times, and then, before He sailed for home, he filled his jug with half a gallon more. Oh, fearful are the storms on Lake Tahoe, And often take the sailor unawares,And when the tempest once begins to blow, He has but little time to say his prayers; Nor always makes the best of this, but reefs his sail and swears. Next day they found the sail-boat upside down, An oar or two were floating there close by. The only other relic was a brown Half-gallon jug, a-bobbing high and dry; Half empty now, but it had been full of pernicious rye. But Captain Dick, they found him nevermore; To look for him was hardly worth the while. When Lake Tahoe's deep water closes o'er A man, he sinks a quarter of a mile Before he stops, as has been proved quite frequently by trial. So, reader, if of this you have a doubt, Just take a pilgrimage to Emerald Bay, In whose green nook there stands, with latch-string out, The summer cottage of Ben Holladay, Where Sailor Jack will welcome you if Ben should be away. There you will hear the burden of this rhyme, And see the captain's picture on the wall, And see the ship he carved in idle time, And see the oars they picked up from the squall, And see the empty grave, which is the surest proof of all. |