Identifier: farmlegends00carl (find matches)
Title: Farm legends
Year: 1903 (1900s)
Authors: Carleton, Will, 1845-1912
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Publisher: New York, Harper & brothers
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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ody in all he done an said;But all the gold he reached for, it seemed to turn to lead.The devil of grog it. caught him, an held him, though the whileHe has never grudged his parents a pleasant word an smile. The devil of grog it caught him, an then he turned an said.By that which fed from off him, he henceforth would be fed;An that which lived upon him, should give him a livin oer;An so he keeps that groggery thats next to Wilsons store. But howsoeer hes wandered, Ive alays so far heardThat he had a sense of honor, an never broke his word ;An his mother, from the good Lord, she says, has understoodThat, if he agrees to be sober, hell keep the promise good. 74 Farm Legends. An so when just this rnorniu these poor old eyes o mineSaw all the women round him, a-coaxiii him to sisn,An when the Widow Adams let fly a homespun prayer,An he looked kind o wild like, an started unaware, An glanced at her an instant, an then at his kegs o rum,I somehow knew in a miiiute the turnin-point had come;
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the mother, who carries the key to Thomas heart. An he would be as good a man as ever 3^et theres been,Or else let go forever, an sink in the sea of sin. The Key to Thomas Heart. 75 An I knew, whatever efforts might carry him or fail,There was only one could help God to turn the waverin scale;An I skulked away in a hurry—I was bound to do my part—To get the mother, who carries the key to Thomas heart. Shes gettin old an feeble, an childish in her talk; An weve no horse an buggy, an she will have to walk; But she would be fast to come, sir, the gracious chance to seize, If she had to crawl to Thomas upon her hands an knees. Crawl?—walk? No, not if I know it! So set your mind at rest.Why, hang it! Im Toms customer, and said to be his best!But if this blooded horse here will show his usual power,Poor Tom shall see his mother in less than half an hour.

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