Poem of the week
The Camp Fire.
[THE following verses have been sent to us by a correspondent in the country, who states that he does not know the author's name—that he received a copy of them from a traveller.
We are not aware whether or not they have ever been published.]
The stockman's evening meal was o'er, the damper stowed away,
And to stretch our weary limbs around the fire we lay.
" Put on another log, my boys!—a good large one; that's right;
Make up a bully fire, for I fear we'll have it cold to-night;
And before you light that pipe of yours just feel in my valise;
You'll find a flask of good three-star—there's just a nip apiece; ...
James Sweeney (1875-?)
Roving Irish verse peddler.