Beautiful! Sir, you may say so. T… Is thar, old gal,—Chiquita, my da… Feel of that neck, sir,—thar’s vel… you vixen! Whoa! I say. Jack, trot her out;…

I read last night of the Grand Re… In Washington’s chiefest avenue,- Two hundred thousand men in blue, I think they said was the number,- Till I seemed to hear their tramp…

(SIERRAS) We checked our pace, the red road… We heard the troubled flow Of the dark olive depths of pines… A thousand feet below.

(TABLE MOUNTAIN, 1870) Which I wish to remark, And my language is plain, That for ways that are dark And for tricks that are vain,

Don’t mind me, I beg you, old fel… You must not be kept from your 'G… a stone. Leave all ceremony behind you, lea… yourself;

Hark! I hear the tramp of thousan… And of armed men the hum; Lo! a nation’s hosts have gathered Round the quick alarming drum,— Saying, ‘Come,

I reside at Table Mountain, and m… I am not up to small deceit or any… And I’ll tell in simple language… That broke up our Society upon th… But first I would remark, that it…

Two low whistles, quaint and clear… That was the signal the engineer— That was the signal that Guild, ’… Gave to his wife at Providence, As through the sleeping town, and…

(SIMPSON’S BAR, 1858) So you’ve kem 'yer agen, And one answer won’t do? Well, of all the derned men That I’ve struck, it is you.

Our window’s not much, though it f… There’s a fly in the pane that get… But it’s curious how people think… For ME to look out of the window! Why, when company comes, and they’…

(BEING THE ONLY GENUI… Maud Muller all that summer day Raked the meadow sweet with hay; Yet, looking down the distant lane… She hoped the Judge would come ag…

(YREKA, 1873) Which it is not my style To produce needless pain By statements that rile Or that go 'gin the grain,

Over the chimney the night-wind sa… And chanted a melody no one knew; And the Woman stopped, as her bab… And thought of the one she had lon… And said, as her teardrops back sh…

(SIERRAS, 1876) DRAMATIS PERSONAE First Tourist Second Tourist Yuba Bill, Driver

Behind the footlights hangs the ru… A trifle shabby in the upturned bl… Of flaring gas and curious eyes th… The stage, methinks, perhaps is no… And hardly fit for royal Richard’…