on.

And I want to see the Samples, on the old lower eighty,
Where John, our oldest boy, he was tuk and burried
--for
His own sake and Katy's,--and I want to cry with Katy
As she reads all his letters over, writ from The War.

What's in all this grand life and high situation,
And nary pink nor hollyhawk a-bloomin' at the door?--
Le's go a-visitin' back to Griggsby's Station--
Back where we ust to be so happy and so pore!





KNEE-DEEP IN JUNE


I


Tell you what I like the best--
'Long about knee-deep in June,
'Bout the time strawberries melts
On the vine,--some afternoon
Like to jes' git out and rest,
And not work at nothin' else'