Vandemark's Folly eBook

John Herbert Quick
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If I could have forgotten my wish to see my mother it would have been in many ways a pleasant life to me.  I was never tired of the new and strange things I saw—­new regions, new countries.  I was amazed at the Montezuma Marsh, with its queer trade of selling flags, for chair seats and the like—­and I was almost eaten alive by the mosquitoes while passing through it.  Our boat floated along through the flags, the horses on a tow-path just wide enough to enable the teams to pass, with bog on one side and canal on the other, water birds whistling and calling, frogs croaking, and water-lilies dotting every open pool.  My spirits soared as I passed spots where the view was not shut off by the reeds, and I could look out over the great expanse of flags, just as my heart rose when I first looked upon the Iowa prairies.  The Fairport level gave me another thrill—­an embankment a hundred feet high with the canal on the top of it, a part of a seventeen-mile level, like a river on a hilltop.

We were a happy crew, here.  Ace was quite recovered from our temporary difference of opinion—­for I was treating him better than he expected.  He used to sing merrily a song which was a real canal-chantey, one of the several I heard, the words of which ran like this: 

“Come, sailors, landsmen, one and all, And I’ll sing you the dangers of the raging canawl; For I’ve been at the mercy of the winds and the waves, And I’m one of the merry fellows what expects a watery grave.

     “We left Albiany about the break of day;
     As near as I can remember, ’twas the second day of May;
     We depended on our driver, though he was very small,
     Although we knew the dangers of the raging canawl.”

The rest of it I forget; but I remember that after Bill had sung one of his chanties, like “Messmates hear a brother sailor sing the dangers of the seas,” or, “We sailed from the Downs and fair Plymouth town,” telling how

     “To our surprise,
     The storms did arise,
     Attended by winds and loud thunder;
     Our mainmast being tall
     Overboard she did fall,
     And five of our best men fell under,”

Ace would pipe up about the dangers of the raging canal; and finally this encouraged Paddy to fill in with some song like this: 

     “In Dublin City, where I was born,
     On Stephen’s Green, where I die forlorn;
     ’Twas there I learned the baking trade,
     And ’twas there they called me the Roving Blade.”

All the rest of the story was of a hanging.  No wonder it was hard sometimes for an Irishman to reverence the law.  They sang of hanging and things leading up to it from their childhood.  I remember, too, how the boys of Iowa used to sing a song celebrating the deeds of the James boys of Missouri—­and about the same time we had troubles with horse-thieves.  There is a good deal of power in songs and verses, whether there’s much truth in poetry or not.

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