spiritual mystical magical

Yorick

by Ambrose Bierce

  • Hard by an excavated street one sat
  • In solitary session on the sand;
  • And ever and anon he spake and spat
  • And spake again-a yellow skull in hand,
  • To which that retrospective Pioneer
  • Addressed the few remarks that follow here:

  • 'Who are you? Did you come 'der blains agross,'
  • Or 'Horn aroundt'? In days o' '49
  • Did them thar eye-holes see the Southern Cross
  • From the Antarctic Sea git up an' shine?
  • Or did you drive a bull team 'all the way
  • From Pike,' with Mr. Joseph Bowers?-say!

  • 'Was you in Frisco when the water came
  • Up to Montgum'ry street? and do you mind
  • The time when Peters run the faro game
  • Jim Peters from old Mississip-behind
  • Wells Fargo's, where he subsequent was bust
  • By Sandy, as regards both bank and crust?

  • 'I wonder was you here when Casey shot
  • James King o' William? And did you attend
  • The neck-tie dance ensuin'? _I_ did not,
  • But j'ined the rush to Go Creek with my friend
  • Ed'ard McGowan; for we was resolved
  • In sech diversions not to be involved.

  • 'Maybe I knowed you; seems to me I've seed
  • Your face afore. I don't forget a face,
  • But names I disremember-I'm that breed
  • Of owls. I'm talking some'at into space
  • An' maybe my remarks is too derned free,
  • Seein' yer name is unbeknown to me.

  • 'Ther' was a time, I reckon, when I knowed
  • Nigh onto every dern galoot in town.
  • That was as late as '50. Now she's growed
  • Surprisin'! Yes, me an' my pardner, Brown,*
  • Was wide acquainted. If ther' was a cuss
  • We didn't know, the cause was-he knowed us.

  • 'Maybe you had that claim adjoinin' mine
  • Up thar in Calaveras. Was it you
  • To which Long Mary took a mighty shine,
  • An' throwed squar' off on Jake the Kangaroo?
  • I guess if she could see ye now she'd take
  • Her chance o' happiness along o' Jake.

  • 'You ain't so purty now as you was then:
  • Yer eyes is nothin' but two prospect holes,
  • An' women which are hitched to better men
  • Would hardly for sech glances damn their souls,
  • As Lengthie did. By G--! I _hope_ it's you,
  • For' _(kicks the skull)_ 'I'm Jake the Kangaroo.'
* what happened to my friend Ed'ard McGowan?