JIM BLUDSO, OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE.

Northland Age, Volume 2, Issue 44, 12 June 1906, Page 7

JIM BLUDSO, OF THE PRAIRIE BELLE.

n.v JOHN HAY. Wiitll, no ! I can't tell where he lives, Ik cause he don’t live, you Hie ; Ww^*’ 8 K ot out ' oi the Whar have you been for the last That you haven't heard folks tell How Jimmy Itludso passed in his The night of the Prairie Belle? He weren't no saint-thorn engineers Is all pretty much alikp— One wife in Natchez-Under-tlie-Hi 11 And another one here, in Pike : A kcertess man in his taiik was Jim, And an awkward man in a row, But he ivver flunked and he never I reckon he never kuowed how. And this was all the religion he had— Never be passed on the river • To mind the pilot's bell ; And if ever the Prairie Belle took All l oats has their day on the MisThe Mo vast AT was a better boat, j With a nigger squat on her safety 1 And h r furnace crammed, rosin The f.re bust out ns she dared the Ar.cl quick as a flash she turned and There was runnin' and cursin', but I "I II hold her nozzle agin the bank ■ Till the last galoot's ashore." Through the hot. black breath of the Jim Blud.so's \oice was heard, , And they all had trust in his cus- I And knowed he woufld keep his And, sure's you're bom. they all got Afore the smokestacks fell— And Bludso's ghost went up alone In the smoke of the Prairie Belle, j He weren't no saint—but at jedgment; I'd run my chance with Jim, 'Long side of some pious gentlemen That wouldn't shake hands with i lie seen his duty, a dead-sure thing— ! And went for it thar and then ; \nd Christ ain’t a-going to be too 1 hard On a man that died for men.