He goes to the well,

And he stands on the brink,

And stops for a spell

Jest to listen and think:

For the sun in his eyes (jest like this, sir !), you see, kinder made the cuss blink.

His two ragged gals

In the gulch were at play,
And a gownd that was Sal's

Kinder flapped on a bay:

Not much for a man to be leavin', but his all,—as I've heer'd the folks say.

And-That's a peart hoss

Thet you've got, ain't it now?

What might be her cost?

Eh? Oh-Well, then, Dow

Let's see, well, that forty-foot grave wasn't his, sir, that

day, anyhow.

For a blow of his pick

Sorter caved in the side,

And he looked and turned sick,

Then he trembled and cried.

For you see the dern cuss had struck - "Water?"

your parding, young man,-there you lied!

It was gold, in the quartz,

And it ran all alike;

And I reckon five oughts

Was the worth of that strike;

And that house with the coopilow's his'n,-which the same

isn't bad for a Pike.

Thet's why it's Dow's Flat;
And the thing of it is

That he kinder got that

Through sheer contrairiness:

For 'twas water the derned cuss was seekin', and his luck made him certain to miss

No? Well, then the next time you're passin'; and ask after

Dow, and thet's me.