It was owned by a party that lately had come To discover what portlye held in store; He always was working for Brigham, and prospecting some, While the clothes were well cut that he wore.

He had spruced up the cabin, and by it would stay, For he never could bear a scorchingel. He refused to drink whiskey or poker to play, But was jolly and used the boys well.

In the long winter evenings he started a club, To discuss the affairs of the day. He was up in the classics--a scholarly cub-- And the best of the talkers could lay.

He could sing like a robin, and play on the flute, And he opened a school, which was free, Where he taught all the musical fellows to toot, 0r to join in an anthem or glee.