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THE STRANGE STURY OF MR. PICKELBONE
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FOR YOUNG AMERICA.
BY GHAR PRE DE.
KOLB & LECLER,
PRINTERS,
516 NATCHEZ ST., NEW ORLEANS,
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About Mr. Pickelbone
Who around the fields would roam,
Catching butterflies and bugs,
Beetles, worms, and even slugs;
Though his sister Ursul would
He’d stay at home and chop the wood.
Hear how, after suffering long,
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Early in the morning yet,
Pickelbone goes with his net,
Catching butterflies, it is
Mr. Pickie’s greatest bliss.
Why without his precious net,
He would grieve, till he was dead.
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And when he has caught one, then,
O, how happy is the man;
He pins the insect on his hat,
Proudly, he will tell you that.
A jewelled crown is in his eye,
Not half as fine, as this butterfly.
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At last when he has chased enough, And before he goes to sleep,
And he is home with all his stuff, Already in night shirt and bare feet,
He sits him near the table quite, He must take up a butterfly,
And just gives way to his delight; And look it over, with wondering eye,
Pinning with a happy smile, Admires its shape, and collors bright,
His butterflies on a board the while. And stands grinning from delight.
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And even when he is in bed And befare the sun does rise,
With his night cap on his head, Pickelbone he rubs his eyes,
He dreams about a fairy land, Wondering what the day will bring;
Where everywhere you sit or stand, If he will catch anything.
Bugs, and butterflies, abound, Goodness Pick, you thoughtless man,
Covering every inch of ground. First, O, put your panties on.
But alas! for Pickie, that Darling sister Ursula!
He a naughty sister had, ~ ~ I’m going to America,
Who every day would scold and fuss, ol hear, that in that far of land,
About his butterflies and bugs, The butterflies, are simply grand.
Till at last he sat down and wrote I am sorry, to leave you all alone,
To his sister the following note: And remain, your brother, Pickelbone.
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Ursul, gets as red as fire,
What! she screams, with voice, full ire,
How dare you! brother Pickelbone!
Say, you ’ll leave me all alone.
Trembling, ashy pale, from fright,
Pickie, crawls out of sight.
Seareely, had he written all,
Or he hears his sister call.
She comes in, and sees the note,
Which her brother Pickie wrote,
Reads it, while poor Pickelbone,
Stands, like turned into stone.
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Ursul tells him now, to rise,
Looks at him, with angry eyes,
Pulls him violent by his ear,
And says: ‘‘Tell me, brother dear
Would you, really from me run?â€
Pet, he says: ‘‘I just made fun.’’
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But his coffee, he wont drink,
We can’t do anything, but think,
And sulk, and sigh, and sob from grief;
Till Ursula, who is not deaf,
Says: Come, my love, let us have a talk,
And afterwards, we’ll take a walk.
And if you want it, I will too,
Play, and sing a song for you,
And with her voice, so shrill, and high,
She sings, that it would make you cry.
But Pickie wishes, which was not right,
His sister Ursul, was out of sight.
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At last he jumps up from the chair.
Let me go! he cries in despair,
But she says, Oh, no Pick, no;
You shall stay with me, you shall not go.
And she knocks the dishes on the floor,
And scolds, till she can scold no more.
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But, Pickelbone, that man was wise,
He waits till Ursul, closed her eyes,
Then in the night, quiet as a mouse,
He steals out of his sisters house;
Farewell, now Ursul! to tell you true,
I’m glad at last, to get rid of you.
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Now, free at last, he goes ahead.
The first thing he caught in his net,
Was—can you guess?—a soldier proud
And in his hat, a lady stout,
Who screamed, and told him surely that,
To act like this, he must be mad.
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So happy, after a day or three,
Pickie sees at last the sea,
Where the good ship, Calico,
Is just ready for to go;
At which very welcome sight,
He just dances from delight.
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In a boat he now does trip,
Which soon brings him to the ship,
Waving his hat, our Pick does yell:
England! England! fare thee well!
Farewell! sister Ursula!
I’m going to America.
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Scarce was he on board the ship,
Or he feels a well known grip.
Ursula, when he was gone,
Simply followed him all alone;
Saw him stepping on the boat,
And now pulls him by the coat,
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Ursula does ery and fret,
Till her eyes are awful red;
And in despair, does Pickelbone,
Promise to leave bugs alone.
Silent, and with trembling lip,
He walks with her around the ship.
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Ursul, now has walked enough,
And proposes blind man buff,
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Tries to catch her, as well he can,
Till at last, tired out and warm,
He grabs Ursul by the arm.
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Ursul now plays full of grace,
Blind man buff; around her face,
Covering her eyes and nose,
A cloth is tied, then on his toes.
He runs up stairs, while all alone,
She in vain, seeks Pickelbone.
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On the deck, alone stands he, Ursul all the while alone,
And he sighs, Oh my, Oh me, Is seeking brother Pickelbone,
While the promise he does regret, But can’t find him, how she seeks,
Never, to chase more, with his net, And in every nook and corner peeks.
He grinds‘his teeth, his eyes roll wild, So she pulls the cloth from off her face,
Knough to frighten any child. But of Pick there was no trace.
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Screaming she runs on the deck,
Grabs her brother by the neck,
But Pickie with a fearful leap,
Jumps right into the briny deep,
Where he comes down on all his fours,
While Ursul actually roars.
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A far off sail he sees, the man
Tries to swim as fast he can,
But Ursula, in her despair,
Jumps too, and tries to reach him there,
The captain through his glass does see,
Ursul tumbling into the sea.
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Sailors! Help your captain! all,
Just came running, big and small,
Quicker even than a flash,
The captain’s heart was brave and true,
To their assistance now he flew,
With hat and sword, from off the boat,
He jumps to where the pair does float, All jumped in the sea, splash! splash!
While the mate stands pale from fright, The captain right on top a wave,
Looking at the awful sight. Smiles to see his men so brave.
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Even the animals on the ship,
_Went to take this salty trip;
Splash! They all jumped from the boat,
Horse and cow, and dog and goat,
Even the mousies from the hold,
All jumped over, brave and bold.
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The ship, to which, poor Pick did swim,
By this time, was quite near to him,
And it was manned, I tell you true,
By a cruel Turkish pirate crew,
Who now to their assistance ran,
And fished up all the poor wet men.
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Ursula did nearly drown, A barrel of water he did drink,
But a Turk around her gown. And he is to sick to think,
A big hook and rope does slip, Till very wet and very stout,
And so: pulls her on the ship, ‘Pickie does look round about,
When he sees that, Pickelbone When asmall island he does see,
Dives, he’d rather be alone. On which he creeps now cautiously.
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Does he see on that strange land,
And it feels like it does swim,
Really, it does frighten him.
When poor Pick gets deathly pale,
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And it shook itself so rough,
That Pickie slipped sure enough,
Right into its mouth so wide,
And through his throat he flew inside.
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Pickelbone when he did sail,
In the stomach of the whale.
Saw already sitting there,
A fat stranger without hair,
Who high and dry with a firm grip,
Holds himself onto a rib.
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It surely can not be away,
Three months already with my line,
I’m fishing in its intestine,
It really is hard to bear,
To lose my wig, as I did my hair.
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Now you wont be all alone,
And if I ean help you, man,
I will do the best I can.
Good says Fatty, if you do,
[ll be a staunch true friend to you.
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One fine morning when the pair,
- Where sitting in the ribs up there,
They suddenly found at their feet,
Three people, the hungry whale did eat,
Who splashed around, and screamed, ah me,
T’ was real pitiful to see.
T’ was a fiddler who came down,
And a farmer who did frown,
_At his daughter Peternell,
Who did nothing else but yell,
. Dog in arm, and frightfull pale,
To help her get out of the whale.
After soothing her alarm,
Nell walks round on Pickie’s arm
Who feels happy brave and strong.
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While Fatty tells the story sad,
About the lovely wig he had.
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Now Pickie, after thinking well,
Decides to marry Peternell,
And live forever a happy life,
So goes and asks her for his wife,
Her father says: All right my man,
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T’is ball now inside of the whale,
And every body without fail,
Is happy. Nelly full of grace
Dances with Pick around the place,
And sure wherever you may have been,
A lovelier pair was seldom seen.
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But alas! so much they stamp,
That the whale he gets a cramp.
The animal gets weak and sick.
Fatty hold on good! eries Pick.
They get shaken so about,
That from fright they all do shout.
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Yet in allthis danger, Nell
Thought about her doggie well,
But she loses her hold on Pick,
Whereupon through thin and thick.
Fiddle, father dog and Nell,
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They fell into the water cool,
When a ship from Liverpool,
Saw the poor unfortunates float
And right off send them.a boat.
The sailors fished them safely up,
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All this time, our Pickelbone,
Sits with Fatty all alone.
Though the whale from all his heart,
Wishes they would too depart.
The poor animal surely found,
They were heavy to carry around.
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But alas! they did not go,
Pickie in his grievous woe,
Moans and cries, the tears they fell,
Like a torrent for his Nell—
Fatty tries to talk and cheer,
Poor heartbroken Pickie here.
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But alas! the whale did get
Cramps again; upon their head,
Then again upon their back,
He throws both, till blue and black,
And green it gets before their eyes,
And both are uttering smothered eries:
Tle poor whale also sighs and moans.
The air is rent with fearful groans—
From his side the blood does flow
On our Fatty and Pickie now,
Wondering at the unusual sight,
They just wait and pray in fright.
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Surely, help was near at last,
Form a whaler which came fast,
Searcely did they see the fish,
Or a spear they threw him, swish!
Down it flew, deep in his back—
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The animal now brought on land,
Was stretched out upon the sand,
When from within a funny sound
Was heard. And opening it they found,
Right into his mouth so wide,
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Seareely Pickelbone did stand
With his two feet on dry land,
Or a herald he does see,
Which he reads now joyfully,
While Fatty hugs his wig, he found
In the stomach safe and sound.
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And their blood at last did clog,
Pickelbone falls like a log,
Right on top of his poor friend,
Who was standing just behind.
Slowly on they are getting here,
To the North Pole they are near.
Snow and sleet and ice and hail,
Makes their faces blue and pale,
And the frost does freeze their nose, Fatty too fell down right there,
Ears and hands and feet and toes. One leg sticking in the air.
When the sailors of the whaling ship,
Were going on their homeward trip,’
Poor Fatty and poor Pickelbone
Were found frozen hard like stone,
And on their shoulders now they tote,
Those curiosities to the boat.
Fastened with a rope at last,
They did hang ’em at the mast;
Cold and stiff, high from the ground,
Silently they dangle round.
It was a sad and awful sight,
To see them hang there side by side.
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In the hold the men were thrown,
Who submitted without frown.
But when Ursula was found,
They strung her up, high from the ground,
As an ornament to the mast—
Next to the captain they tied her fast.
Some days after, a sailor lad,
Who high up there smoking sat,
Let a lighted match fall down
Right on top the poor Turks crown,
Who blazes up from head to foot,
While the heat does Ursul good.
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Was burned up to ash and coal
Ursul came to life, and then
Saw her brother there, poor man,
She embraces Pickelbone, .
Who prefers to stay alone,
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Pickie keeps himself like dead; Though she bitter moans and cries;
Ursul works till she is red, Kisses him and prays and sighs,
Trying to bring life and breath, Drenches him with salty tears.
In her brother snatched from death, Pickie neither sees nor hears,
Tries to.stand him up alone, Gold and stiff like marblestone,
But down again fell Pickelbone. Remains her brother Pickelbone.
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Wondering why he keeps so quiet, Poor Ursula, all she can
Though his heart does beat all right. She does for that ures man
Him upon a bench she lays, Chamomile tea, boiling hot,
Sponging gently neck and face, She pours in him on the spot;
Rubs him bristly all about, But when she brings another AD
Till he nearly laughs right out. Pickie nearly gives it up.
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Ursula as soon she sees : Soon the heat drives out the cold,
Him a little thawing, flees Even spreads into the hold,
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Pickelbone with mournful sighs, . -The poor frozen Turks now, who,
For the heat and blazing light, Slowly thawing it does seem,
Surely ought to thaw him quite. - hey were waking from a‘dream.
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Furious the Turkish band, Ursula sits pale and siek,
Runs upstairs with sword in hand, Near the fire and fires her Piek,
Slaughtering and fighting till When a Turk without a word,
All the sailors they did Ixill. Comes inside with dripping sword,
Right and left, they kill and cut, — Merey! screams she full of fear,
Till their swords just drip from blood. I only roast a Christian here.
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Pickelbone too understood, But the Turks are far from mild,
He’d better give it up for good, And though Pick gets nearly wild,
For thawed out now to the core, ° They say, would he be spared, then
He felt him scorch and getting sore— He must become a Musulman.
Ursul! yells he, nearly wild, Kneeling and with spirits low,
Free me, I am better child. ’. He accepts the turban now.
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Fatty dangling all alone, Speechless stands poor Fatty there,
Feels the heat now to the bone, : Wondering, he looks every where,
And though dizzy yet, at last What on earth does all this mean?
Sees himself hang from the mast, . ’ Such a sight was never seen,
When tumbling with terrific speed, All those Turks what do they want?
He lands safely on his feet. _. Truly he can’t understand.
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Pickie laughs, and with a sigh,
One Turk standing all alone,
He looks just like Pickelbone. : Tells to Fatty the reason why
‘Pall and thin, dried up and pale, He became a Musulman.
_ Sure it was Pickie, without fail; - Fatty listens as good he ean,
Fatty sees, and at the sight, And decides without. ado,
Topples over from pure fright. To become a Turk now, too.
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Ursula does ery and fret,
Till the promise she-does get
From her brother, short and good,
To go home with her for good.
‘Pickie, meek, without a frown,
Writes the awful promise down.
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But when he has written all,
Then his blood did turn to gall,
For he thinks with deep regret,
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Wishing, it is sad to say,
Sister Ursul far away.
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Suddenly this thinking brought,
In his head a happy thought.
With a hopeful radiant smile,
He walks up and down the while;
"And on seeing Fatty went,
Right away to that good friend.
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Tell me Fatty, if you can,
Will you never marry, man?
For my friend a good, true wife,
Would make you happy all your life,
And I know one, kind and good—
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Fatty thanks his thoughtful friend,
And to Ursula he went,
Deep in love that good fat man,
Is as happy as he can.
Pickie too smiles sweetly there.
At the courtship of the pair.
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And so happy a week or three,
Were passed by them upon the sea,
Pick is absolutely free,
Fatty lives in ecstasy,
Even Ursul in her joy,
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“But Ursula furious she,
Loudly screams: You stay with me
Pickelbone drops down from fright,
Fatty tumbles by his side,
Dumb they lay there on the ground,
While Ursul madly hops around.
So they near the land at last,
Pickie’s heart is beating fast,
He takes Fatty by the hand,
Brings him to where Ursul stands,
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That you marry, I sure may go.
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And from this excitement soon For an hour or more they lay,
Ursula falls in a swoon, © Daring not a word to say,
With an awful scream, now flop, But as Ursul stirs nor sighs,
The poor girl fell right on top, And just lays with closed eyes,
Of the unhappy silent pair, Pickelbone and Fatty rose,
Who already lay down there. And just watch her on their toes.
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Sure enough she must be dead,
Though her face looks awful red,
Tatty’s grief is very great,
And he mourns poor Ursuls fate;
Deeply shocked and very sore,
They now lift her from the floor.
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But when she hears that really,
They want to throw her in the sea,
Her eyes she opens, angry wide,
And pushes furious, both aside,
Pickelbone unhappy man,
Runs away as fast he can.
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Our poor Pick is trying here But when Ursula, ah me!
To escape, but knows not where, Saw Pick running, she does flee,
All is sea for miles around, After him in circles broad,
A hiding place cannot be found, Round and round, around the boat,
Round and round he runs to fly, Furious, she runs around,
But he cannot get away. Covering miles and miles of ground.
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Even Fatty, frightened man,
Runs around as fast he can,
Never stopping to catch breath,
Though he is tired out to death,
Restless stepping, bom, bom, bom,
Rushes Fatty, on and on.
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All the Turks now, two by two,
Round and round the ship they flew,
Faster, ever faster yet,
Till their faces are blood red;
Panting with an awful sound,
All the Turks gallop around,
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Goose and chicken, duck and dove, - Stockings, shoes and hat and coat,
Everything got on. the move, Everything upon the boat,
Such a noise was never heard, Barrel, pillow, chair and knife,
Cackling, screaming flies each bird, Looks as if it came to life,
Round and round and very fast, Every, everything inside,
They are fluttering round the mast. Flew around in circles wide.
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Horse and eat, and dog and cow,
Fverything was running now.
Barking, howling, yelping all,
Go there flying, big and small;
Round and round, and round and round,
All ave running safe and sound.
Even way from out the hold,
Jame the animals, brave and bold,
Old aud young, and lean and fat,
Roach and flea, and mouse and eat—
Growling, squeaking, they all run,
Joining in the race for fun.
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Pickelbone and Ursul there, Right on the Algerian coast,
Fatty and Turks also. were, Sat the Bey, and thinking most,
With everything that could be found, Of his subjects, all the while
Rushing wildly, all around, Smoking with a happy smile,
Till the ship itself at that, And so quietly there he lies,
Too, goes whirling round like mad. That he, drowsy, shuts his eyes.
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But at last the Bey, ah me!
Sees a strange thing on the sea,
That does whirl without a stop,
Round and round just like a top,
And, though nearing very slow,
What it is he does not know.
When he can’t find ont, so then
He calls quick his wisest men,
Asks them after they have seen,
What on earth that thing does mean,
And when they can’t answer, see!
He’ll hang them on the highest tree.
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Trembling hard, and quite upset, But at last they all agree,
All the wise men run to get, © That a comet it must be,
Each a spy glass, so as to look, Bo. After writing it down now they,
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Really they can not say.: _ All what they have written here.
And one says: O, noble, Bey,
Surély we are proud to say,
That strange thing thou didst see,
Was a comet, which to thee,
Promises honor and fame untold.
Each got a thousand dollars gold.
The other day, came safe and sound,
But turning slowly yet around,
The ship into the dock, all right,
And when it stopped turning, quite,
None could, so dizzy were they all,
Stand on their feet, none, big or small.
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Stomach ache has our poor Pick,
Fatty feels quite faint and sick,
Ursul stands with dizzy head,
Wishing she was safe in bed,
And the Turks too, they found
Themselves tumbling all around,
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When the Bey heard of the ease,
He flew in an awful rage,
And ordered right away to go,
And hang those stupid sages; so
That each could see, both young and old,
The punishment for a lie so bold.
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The three Christians, as you see, Searcely the Bey did hear,
Are kept in cruel slavery, - : About our clever Fatty there,
And poor Pickie meekly yields, Or he greets him real mild,
When they drag him to the fields, And tells Fatty nearly wild,
Planning all the time, ah me! _ Will he live, well then must he,
To-regain his liberty, Teach his sons the AB ©,
But the princes love to play,
To our Fatty’s great dismay,
They don’t want that A BC.
Fatty nearly frantic, he
Just gives in to keep them quiet,
To the princes’ great delight.
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And so much. they romp and shout.
' That the Bey comes to find out,
Furious at the sight, says he:
Do you eall that A B C?
If to-night, they know not yet—
I will then chop off your head.
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Fatty now is quite upset, Look, for poor Fatty’s fright,
He don’t like to lose his head. He finds out that he is tied
And without a stop now, he Right unto a heavy beam,
Keeps on teaching A BC. While he does not dare to scream
But though one learns pretty quick, The poor fellow tries to run,
The other one plays him a trick. While the boys enjoy the fun.
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After which they both run out,
So at last in his despair,
He jumps through the window, there,
Never thinking it does
Fatty after them does shout:
Princes dear, come back to me,
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He was fastened to a beam,
Which holds fast now on the sill.
I pray you learn your A BC,
For sure you know, your father said,
While he holloas with a will.
That else he would chop off my head.
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When the princes saw him there,
Hanging helpless in the air,
They took pity on him, and,
Tried to help our poor fat friend,
Pushing and pulling him, till they found,
Him standing safely on the ground.
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Scarcely stood he on the ground,
Or like dazed, he looks around,
With a piercing scream, then he
Made a break for liberty,
Never thinking it does seem,
To get rid of his awful beam.
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Ursula who saw him run, All the while, poor Pickelbone,
Thinks she’ll jo him just for fun, Worked in the fields all alone,
And immediately now she, Planting salad, cabbage, beans,
Ran also from slavery, Onions, and all kinds of greens,
On her side a gleaming sword, While a Turkish soldier stands,
She just runs without a word. Watching him the while he plants.
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He saw Ursul madly run, -
Wondering at first, he stood,
And then runs off too, for good,
To the woods poor Pick did flee,
Where he hides into a tree.
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Pickelbone sat high and dry.
But his sister whose sharp eye.
Saw his long legs hanging down,
Now made for him with a frown,
Pick she says: Come, flee with me,
Far away to liberty.
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Pickie though feels very brave,
For he knows that he is safe,
What Ursula calls or prays.
Not a single word he says.
Silent he sits on a limb,
Knows she cannot climb to him.
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All the while our Fatty flees,
On and onward, till he sees,
To his fright and who will blame,
That his beam was all aflame,
And he gets so frantic that,
He just rushes on like mad.
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Man and beast all try to flee,
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Even the lions big and strong,
They run furiously along.
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Pickelbone, to his alarm,
Very soon felt very warm,
Down he must come, that was clear,
For the fire was getting near,
So he jumped, full of grace,
Nearly in his sisters face.
Ursul grabs his hand to flee Stifling hot gets now the air,
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On and on right to the sea, s Everything in dire despair,
Fatty follows with a groan, ; Runs and jumps right into sea,
All the animals they moan, Splashing, fighting awfully,
Roar and gallop in their fright, Trying hard not to go down,
Truly it was an awful sight. But the poor things all did drown.
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But how lucky Fatty’s beam, So they float around all three,
Was not quite burned it does seem, In the sweetest harmony,
And it serves now for a boat, Till a far off ship they spy,
For our friends who on it float. At which all put up a ery,
The poor Bey, they see go down. Soon it hears them, then it sends,
And in the angry water drown. A boat to rescue our dear friends,
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But alas, it must be told,
Ursul caught an awful cold,
She is real quite upset;
Weak and sick she lays in bed,
Pickelbone must, as you see,
Stay with her for company.
For the comfort on the beam,
Was not as great as it did seem, .
Gladly they gave up their float,
As they steped into the boat,
To the big ship now they went,
Happily and quite content.
But when she was snoring deep,
Pick, contented she’s asleep,
Softly from his chair now rose,
And goes outside on his toes,
Upstairs he runs, very fleet,
And who, think you he did meet?
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On the deck alive and well,
Stood before him, Peternell,
His beloved long lost bride,
Who at the unexpected sight,
Runs to greet her darling Pick,
Who just stands there like a stick.
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Come says Nell, give me your hand,
Let us try to get on land,
But he sadly shakes his head,
He remembers that he said,
To his sister, nevermore,
To run off, as once before.
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But when Nellie says at last,
Come my darling, hurry fast,
In my country you will see,
Butterflies, as big as me,
Pickie can’t resist it, and
With his Nellie off he went.
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While Ursula soundly slept, Ursul wakes, and looks around,
Pickelbone and Nellie stepped, Where her brother can be found,
Right into a little boat, Pick! she ealls, from out her bed,
Happily along they float, But no answer she does get,
While the sailor, that good man, Angry she jumps on the floor,
He goes just as fast he can. While her heart beats fast and sore.
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On the deck Ursula hears
Of the elopement, angry tears,
Trickle down, while left and right,
She pushes everyone aside,
Furious she climbs, at last,
Right on to the highest mast.
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When the boat was touching land,
Pick and Nell jump on the sand,
Singing in a happy manner,
Joyfully: Star Spangled Banner
Even the doggie does not fail,
With a growl he wags his tail.
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Very angry, through and through,
Ursul sees them as they land,
To the rudder now she flew, .
And suddenly now slips her hand,
From the mast, and now she fell Pulls it from the sailors hand,
_ Down with a most piercing yell, And herself steers straight for land,
But luckly on her downward trip, Hidden bar and rock she braves,
And defies the angry waves.
She graps a rope with a firm grip.
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Soon the ship with awful shock,
Stranded right upon a rock,
Man and mouse all try to flee,
But drown in the deep blue sea,
Only Ursul, wet and sore,
Swimming, tries to reach the shore.
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On his beam, right safe and sound,
And though he got very wet,
He was quite contented yet,
To the shore he is alright,
Floating slowly with the tide.
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Pickelbone sits hand in hand, Now, when Fatty cold and wet,
With his Nellie on the sand, Without wig upon his head,
When they suddenly do see, Came ashore alive and well,
Ursul swimming in the sea, He saw Pick and Peternell,
Speechless from fright and fear, After them his steps he bends,
They run of together here. Trying hard to catch his friends.
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They saw Ursul gaining ground, .
All three wait with bated breath,
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Just like statues they look at
Ursula, who runs like mad.
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Ursul came, but when she heard,
That her brother’s heart and word,
Is Promised to his Nellie bright.
She jumps out of her skin from spite,
With a shriek they see her fly,
All in pieces through the sky.
Pickelbone with his own hand,
Digs a grave into the sand,
And seatters with a serious face,
Roses on her resting place,
Fatty mourns, his fate is great,
At poor Ursula’s awful fate.
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Pick goes home, with Peternell,
They were getting pretty near,
When his Nell said: Pickie dear,
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I must tell you; is it not?
I’m a widow, and have got,
Right sweet children bright and fair,
When he heard it Pickie, well,
Tell me true Pick, do you care.
Looked sour at Peternell,
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Were Pickelbone and Peternell,
They live in sweetest harmony,
- Pick is absolutely free,
To go out from morn till night,
And catch every thing in sight.
Fatty says: O, holly gee!
T’ll teach the children A BC,
Ever dragging as you see, ~
My long beam for company,
All are happy and full of cheer,
So my story ends right here.
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