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Bruce Herald, Volume XXX, Issue 3102, 26 September 1899, Page 5

Original Verse.

— ___- - THE INSURANCE MAN. ; Under eaoh family rpof ti?e£ ,\A Hi/ ! The keen scalp-hunter stands, A pleasant-spoken man is he, .. Vfath* cleft and pW^iok han'dsy'' "* Audthe gld.nc^df'hiswiiy eye IJA • ' Scan sharp the passing bands. j His hair's ko-soj hot short' nor lohgi ' ' ■! ' j His boots 1 are' iaihion's tan, ' ' ,; " ' ' j "Histhroat' is durst with' Sp'eech|bom thirst] ' He scoops the most he oani' ' 'v * j And h«v looks J the* 'crowd; slap-in thef*ce, For he's bound to spot his man. y" Day in day outaH roundabout v ' You can hear his trumpet blow, You can hear him back his proffered pledge In speech nor Boant nor low, Like the waiter banging the dinner-bell When the guests are few and slow. And children passing home from school Gather about tbe door, They gape to hear this tireless man Talk forty to the score, i And list the rushing words that ily Like dust when nor'- westers roar. He goe3 no Sundays to the church, ' But sits among " the boys," He heaJS the drummers prose and yarn, He hears an old hand's voice Telling of the good old time That made hunters' hearts rejoice. It seems to him like a fairy tale, With comma, of Paradise : He needs must think of that old time How in the past it lies, And with a weary sigh he tilts The glass right to his eyes. Hoping, despairing, worrying, Over the land he goes ; Each morn sees lots of work undone, No evening sees its close ; Much, much attempted, little done, Ofb earns but scant repose. SHORTFELLOW.