. Home school of American literature: . John, what a litter here ! youve thrown things all around!Come, whats the matter now ? and what have you lost or found ?And heres my father here, a waiting for supper, too;Ive been a riding with him—hes that ■ handsomer man than you. Ha! ha! Pa, take a seat, while I put the kettle on.And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear old John.Why, John, you look so strange ! come, what has crossed your track ? I was only a joking, you know; Im willing to takeit back. John (aside). Well, now, if this aint a joke, with rather a bitter cream !It seems as if Id
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. Home school of American literature: . John, what a litter here ! youve thrown things all around!Come, whats the matter now ? and what have you lost or found ?And heres my father here, a waiting for supper, too;Ive been a riding with him—hes that ■ handsomer man than you. Ha! ha! Pa, take a seat, while I put the kettle on.And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear old John.Why, John, you look so strange ! come, what has crossed your track ? I was only a joking, you know; Im willing to takeit back. John (aside). Well, now, if this aint a joke, with rather a bitter cream !It seems as if Id woke from a mighty ticklish dream;And I think she smells a rat, for she smiles at me so queer, I hope she dont; good gracious ! I hope that they didnt hear! Twas one of her practical drives—she thought Id understand!But Ill never break sod again till I get the lay of the land.But one things settled with me—to appreciate heaven well, Tis good for a man to have some fifteen minutes of hell. n«w»*»mii •^vi&- JOAQUIN MILLER.. THE POET OF THE SIERRAS. N the year 1851, a farmer moved from tlie Wabash district in Indian?.to the wilder regions of Oregon. In his family was a rude, untaughtboy of ten or twelve years, bearing the unusual name of Cincin-natus Hiner Miller. This boy worked with his father on the farmuntil he was about fifteen years of age, when he abandoned thefamily log-cabin in the Willamette Valley of his Oregon home totry this fortune as a gold miner. A more daring attempt was seldom if ever undertaken by a fifteen year oldyouth. It was during the most desperate period of Western history, just after thereport of the discovery of gold had caused the greatest rush to the Pacific slope.A miscellaneous and turbulent population swarmed over the country; and, armedto the teeth prospected upon streams and mountains. The lawless, reckless lifeof these gold-hunters—millionaires to-day and beggars to-morrow—deeming it avirtue rather than a crime to have taken life