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For when we are there, we've nothing to

fear, Our potatoes and corn will grow without

work, And we'll feast on sweet buffalo half of

the

year.

They say those plains have the rarest of

game, There's the buffalo, elk and antelope, too; While the grass is filled with chicken and

quail, And there is the turkey that weighs

twenty-two.

I'll put in my crops, and go hunting, you

know, While

you

mind the children, and live at

your ease. No smudges to build, the mosquitoes to

scare; No potatoes to bury, for there they won't

freeze.

Now, wife, we will dream of that land of

delight, How we'll gather the flowers that cover

the lea; That fertile vale, with fountains so clear,

That cherished home this fall, we will see.

[graphic]

Kansas as it is.

ANSAS is a noted state,

With many thriving towns,
But like all other states, you know,
She has her ups and downs.

Kansas yet

is
young

in

years, But not ashamed of her acres tilled; Nor of the stock she sends abroad;

Nor of her cribs, her corn has filled.

She's rich in mines of zinc and lead;

And coal is found of every hue, Her

gypsum mills grind up her rocks, That makes your old land new.

[graphic]

Farm Residence of Capt. Joseph Wilson and Son, in Northern Kansas, in 1883.

THE NEW YORK

PUBLIC LIBRARY

ASTOR, LENOX AND TILDEN FOUNDATIONS R

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