Texas Mining and Trade Journal, Volume 1, Number 31, Saturday, February 20, 1897 Page: 3
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The Texas Mining and Trade Journal.
FLASHES OF THOUGHT.
THE SAME OLD BOAT.
[ F disappointment, friend, you find
I And kindness lagging far behind—
The world untrue, and friends unkind, -
'Tis well to ever bear in mind
That others, too, as well as you,
Are sailing in the same old boat.
Do never, comrade, sit and fret
About your losses or your debt—
No man was free from trouble yet—
The sun will rise, the sun will set
On others, too, as well as you,
A-sailing in the same old baat.
Have courage, keep a merry heart—
Sail on, and do your honest part-
Though disappointments sting and smart,
Let this thought joy to you impart-
That others, too, as well as you,
Are sailing in the same old boat.
Suppose a debt you did not owe,
That you were free from ev'ry woe—
Drank ev'ry pleasure here below—
Would you be happy ? Comrade, no.
Too much of joy doth, too, annoy—
Sail on, then in the same old boat.
O, would the gods a plan devise,
Like that in use above the skies —
In Paradise all things are fair-
Each soul enjoys its honest share—
Why not below?—it would be so
Were Greed thrown headlong from the boat.
—[George Coronway.
THE FORTUNATE ISLES.
Y
OU sail and you seek for the Fortunate Isles,
The old Greek Isles of the yellow bird's song.
Then s:eer straight on through the watery miles-
Straight on, straight on, and you can't go wrong;
Nay, not to the left—nay, not to the right-
But on, straight on, and isles are in sight—
The Fortunate Isles where the yellow birds sing,
And life lies girt with a golden ring
These Fortunate Isles they are not so far—
They lie within reach of the lowliest door;
You can see them gleam by the twilight star,
You can hear them sing by the moon's white shore-
Nay, never look back. Those leveled gravestones.
They were landing steps; they were steps unto thrones
Of glory of souls that have sailed before,
And have set white feet on the fortunate shore.
And what are the names of the Fortunate Isles?
Why, Duty, and Love, and a large content.
Lo, these are the isles of the watery miles,
That God let down from the firmament.
Lo, Duty and Love, and a true man's trust,
Your forehead to God, though your feet in dust;
I.o, Duty and Love, and a sweet babe's smiles,
And these, O friend, are the Fortunate Isles.
PATHS OF GLORY.
T'S mighty difficult, jes' now fur anyone to frame
A clear idee of what exackly goes to make up fame.
I seed a a feller's picter—'t wasn't sich a hansum face!
But they'd marked it "Advertisement," an' had the leadin' place.
They'd wrote up his biography ez careful ez taey could.
They even stopped to name the medicine that done him good!
'Twas no wonder that the features wore a self-approvin' laugh,
Like he felt his future greatness when they tuck his phortygraph.
There was another, 'way down in the corner of the page,
Where this man claimed yer notice ez the hero of the age.
I purty nearly missed it, 'cause my eyesight's ruther dim,
An' I wusn't lookin' out fer no big people 'ceptin' him.
1 could haidly trust my senses when I come to scan it close,
And discovered 'twus a bigger man than him ez tuck the dose.
An' the more 1 thought about it all; the more it hurt my pride
Ter find it wus the President—an' jes' a column wide!
So now I allers jes' tell my boy to go ahead an' not daspair;
Though he may not see success, it's likely waitin' fer 'im there
In the glowin', generous future, which is full of hopefulness
Fur them ez is content ter use the talents they possess.
An' ef he finds he hain't got eddication as he should,
1 tell 'im ter keep heart ez long ez his digestion's good.
Ez a scholer an' a statesman, though his mark he never makes,
He may still, perhaps, be famous fur the medicine he takes.
CAN OUTSTRIP A BULLET.
AN UNCLASSIFIED TEXAS QUADRUPED WHICH IS RE-
MARKABLY HANDY WITH ITS LEGS.
SPECIAL? recently sent out from Sherman to the daily pa-
pers says: "Having always felt an interest in animal life, I
recently make the best of a recent opportunity to learn what
I could about an animal which is, so far as I have been
able to ascertain, unknown to the authors of zoological works—
at least by the name under which the animal is known where I
found it. The quadruped of which I write is found on certain
portions of the Staked Plains of Western Texas, and is known
there as the "swift," a name which but feebly expresses the run-
ning qualities of the animal. The name swift is often applied
to certain birds and lizards, but it is also the only name by which
this fleet-footed animal of the plains is known.
"Any description of the swift must from its nature be incom-
plete, for a swift is always on the move when a human being
comes within the range of his vision, and it is claimed by people
who live on the plains that a swift has never been captured.
This claim may be untrue, but as a circumstance going to show
the wild nature of the animal. I saw only two of them during a
four months' stay on the plains, in a locality where they were
said to be quite numerous.
"When I was first told about the swift I was inclined to con-
sider it a myth. I said to the old plainsman who was telling me
a seemingly miraculous story about its powers to get over ground:
'Does the swift have a hole in the ground like other prairie ani-
mals, where he may hide from pursuers V
" 'Holy smoke !' ejaculated the old man. 'A swift wouldn't
give his four legs for the Mammoth Cave when it comes to get-
ting away from any fool who has little enough sense to chase
him !'
" 'The swift must be a pretty good runner,' I remarked.
" 'Runner!' snorted the old man. 'Why, young feller, the
swift is the only varmint on these plains that can run off and
leave a rifle ball !'
"I saw at once that the old fellow had great faith in the
swift's powers of locomotion, but it was not until I saw one
splitting the atmosphere across the plains, rapidly putting dis-
tance between himself and me, until he faded away on the hori-
zon of the level prairie, that I fully realized the force of the old
man's remarks. I had seen an antelope pursued by a pack of
hungry wolves, and I had witnessed some pretty good horse-
races but that swift's burst of speed against time was the great-
est run I ever beheld. When the cowboys afterward told me
that the fastest horse on foot could not catch the swift I readily
believed them.
"This phenomenal flyer of the plains resembles the fox some-
what, but is taller and longer than Reynard, having the same
bushy tail. The thing that first comes into one's mind at sight
of a switt is the fact that the animal is constructed especially for
the purpose of running, and that nothing has been omitted from
its make-up that would enhance its ability to cover distance.
"The second swift I saw, as well as the first, was running
when I first saw him, and engaged in the same business when I
last beheld him.
"Thousands of cowboys and ranchmen on the plains will
bear testimony to the fact that the swift can outrun the fleetest
horse. I saw a young Kentuckian who had chased a swift on a
thoroughbred from the Blue Grass country. He said of the
chase:
" 'When I started I thought I was chasing a young wolf, but
before the chase ended I concluded I was on the track of a
streak of lightning that had taken on the form of a wolf to test
the speed of my horse.'
" 'Did you catch the swift?' I asked.
" 'I did not stay in sight of it for more than three minutes,'
was the reply.
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Rose, John R. Texas Mining and Trade Journal, Volume 1, Number 31, Saturday, February 20, 1897, newspaper, February 20, 1897; Thurber, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth204539/m1/3/: accessed May 5, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; crediting Tarleton State University.