A Span, The Length Ot‘ Memory 129

Yet though mayhap forgotten far Hope ever whispers in my ear,

That my return may swing ajar, Some portal of remembrance dear

Their hearts though ageing are not cold They’ll give me welcome as of old.

ROCKS

The country’s in an uproar now Excitement’s running high; There’s hope within the miner’s heart And gladness in his eye. The boom is fairly started now The people come in flocks, And everyone of them packs away A pocket full of rocks,

We’re driving stakes and finding Rich discoveries every day; We always carry specimens Wherever we may stray. We have them in our pockets In our hair and in our socks; Where e're we go, they shout “Hello" Where did you get your rocks?"

It used to be by ranching boys We hoped to make our stake; But ranching isn‘t followed now By people wide awake. There’s nothing now like mining, boys, I tell you that‘s what knocks; You can‘t get into society Unless you carry rocks.

There’s money in the Mountains, boys. We'll get it it‘ we try;

Jim Fair he hadn't half the stuff We'll all have bye and bye;

We‘ll walk along the street someday As proud as lighting cocks,

We'll all be carrying diamonds then Where now we carry rocks.