The man fished a chunk of gray bread out of the basket beside him and offered it to me. Anticipation mounts as the longed-for event draws nearer. Poor old Poet Lariat--dead now with so many others of that happy crew. No lights showed in the windows.
]--appeared in the Saturday Press of November 18, 1865, and was immediatelycopied and quoted far and near. The carts drew up in front of the house. Hmmm, said Emerson again. I will see you again, I hope, he said sweetly.
Join the newsletter to receive news, updates, new products and freebies in your inbox.