"And Winniferd, my wife," he'd say,
and stop right there, and cle'r
His th'oat, and go on thinkin' way
some mother-hearts down here
Can't never feel their own babe's face
a-pressin' 'em, ner make
Their naked breasts a restin'-place
fer any baby's sake.
XLVII
Doc's Lib'ry—as he calls it,—well,
they's ha'f-a-dozen she'ves
Jam-full o' books—I couldn't tell
how many—count yourse'ves!
One whole she'f's Works on Medicine!
and most the rest's about
First Settlement, and Indians in
here,—'fore we driv 'em out.—
XLVIII
And Plutarch's Lives—and life also
o' Dan'el Boone, and this-
Here Mungo Park, and Adam Poe—
jes all the lives they is!
And Doc's got all the novels out,—
by Scott and Dickison
And Cooper.—And, I make no doubt,
he's read 'em ever' one!