Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 522
Do you suppose,Said Tom, that thoseRound things in rowsAre buffaloes ? Said Harry, They are like indeed To heaps of new-mown hayWith lightning-rods on each, to leadThe thunder-bolts away. But where, Dick cried, Do those abideWho cut and driedThese fields so wide ? … I cant tell that, to my regret,Said Tom, but this I know:We ve wondered and we ve wandered, yetWe ve found no buffalo. I think we ve pressedToo far out West;So I suggestWe take a rest. Let s sit beside these heaps of hay,Said Harry, in the shade.Perhaps some buffaloes may strayNear by our…
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