Here’s yer toy balloons! All size… Twenty cents for that. It rises Jest as quick as that ‘ere, Miss, Twice as big. Ye see it is Some more fancy. Make it square

Down the picket-guarded lane Rolled the comfort-laden wain, Cheered by shouts that shook the p… Soldier-like and merry: Phrases such as camps may teach,

(AN AERIAL RETROSPECT) What was it filled my youthful dre… In place of Greek or Latin themes… Or beauty’s wild, bewildering beam… Avitor!

O joy of creation To be! O rapture to fly And be free! Be the battle lost or won,

There is peace in the swamp where… Where the waters are stagnant, the… Where the musk of Magnolia hangs… And the lilies’ phylacteries broad… There is peace in the swamp, thoug…

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

Of all the fountains that poets si… Crystal, thermal, or mineral sprin… Ponce de Leon’s Fount of Youth, Wells with bottoms of doubtful tru… In short, of all the springs of T…

(WAR OF THE REBELLION, 188… No, I won’t,—thar, now, so! And i… And thar’s nary to tell that you f… And it’s ‘Belle, tell us, do!’ an… And 'Wot’s this yer yarn of the M…

(REPORTED BY TRUTHFUL J… Being asked by an intimate party,— Which the same I would term as a… Though his health it were vain to… Since the mind to deceit it might…

DRAMATIS PERSONAE Poet. Philosopher. Jones of Mari… POET Halt! Here we are. Now wheel your… Just where you stand; then doff yo…

Above the bones St. Ursula owns, And those of the virgins she chape… Above the boats, And the bridge that floats,

(MR. INTERVIEWER INTER… Know me next time when you see me,… Oh, I mean YOU, old figger-head,… Take out your pensivil, d—n you; s… Any complaints to make? Lots of ‘…

(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.

(SEQUOIA GIGANTEA) Brown foundling of the Western wo… Babe of primeval wildernesses! Long on my table thou hast stood Encounters strange and rude caress…

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;…