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2 All harnessed now, in rambling style, with bounding glee they march a while The gen'rous grass and twigs bestow their
dewy honors as they go, 'Till we might deem, the stranger three All night had drifted in the sea. illegible now each sheltered
shade, soft sedgy pool and waving glade, Is searched throughout with patient eye. If stranger plant they might disery. If
such be found, no golden treasure may bring so much of honest pleasure. But smoke curls on that mountain brow, and breakfast
is the question now. - The house is gained - with an half bold Their tale of morning hunger's told; They ask no bun of frickly
taste, No fire complex with frosty paste, No fiery mixture striped with candy, No slimy oysters boiled in brandy, But bread
and milk, at any time Procured with illegible by illegible dime Purchased with a paper dime. 3 But Ah How marred was breakfast
then How lost the plans of mice and men For bread - I've none good mother cries, Because my risings did not rise - Ive biscuit,
but a pair at most, And as for milk the cow is lost; But, three miles farther on our way, You'll come to Dick and Simon Day.
With tardy steps they leave the door And more of hunger than before And slow, the lengthened miles they tread. Which lead
to Simons timber shed. With growing emphasis they tell, How 'neath a cotton sheet they dwell, And,' mid the hills, all daylight
hours Roam near and far for weeds and flowers But growling want still pressing sore Compels to seek the farmer's door. And
add with deeply serious brow, How much they feel of hunger now. But Simon has not bread to spare - The milk is soured with
sultry air -