Our little hoards for hazards on the price
Of wheat or pork； or yet to cower beneath
The shadow of a spire upreared to curb
A breed of lackeys and to serve the bank
Coadjutor in greed； that is the question。
Shall we have music and the jocund dance；
Or tolling bells？ Or shall young romance roam
These hills about the river； flowering now
To April's tears； or shall they sit at home；
Or play croquet where Thomas Rhodes may see；
I ask you？ If the blood of youth runs o'er
And riots 'gainst this regimen of gloom；
Shall we submit to have these youths and maids
Branded as libertines and wantons？〃
Ere
His words were done a woman's voice called 〃No！〃
Then rose a sound of moving chairs； as when
The numerous swine o'er…run the replenished troughs；
And every head was turned； as when a flock
Of geese back…turning to the hunter's tread
Rise up with flapping wings； then rang the hall
With riotous laughter； for with battered hat
Tilted upon her saucy head； and fist
Raised in defiance； Daisy Fraser stood。
Headlong she had been hurled from out the hall
Save Wendell Bloyd； who spoke for woman's rights；
Prevented； and the bellowing voice of Burchard。
Then ；mid applause she hastened toward the stage
And flung both gold and silver to the cause
And swiftly left the hall。
Meantime upstood
A giant figure； bearded like the son
Of Alcmene； deep…chested； round of paunch；
And spoke in thunder： 〃Over there behold
A man who for the truth withstood his wife
Such is our spiritwhen that A。 D。 Blood
Compelled me to remove Dom Pedro〃
Quick
Before Jim Brown could finish； Jefferson Howard
Obtained the floor and spake： 〃Ill suits the time
For clownish words； and trivial is our cause
If naught's at stake but John Cabanis； wrath；
He who was erstwhile of the other side
And came to us for vengeance。 More's at stake
Than triumph for New England or Virginia。
And whether rum be sold； or for two years
As in the past two years； this town be dry
Matters but little Oh yes； revenue
For sidewalks； sewers； that is well enough！
I wish to God this fight were now inspired
By other passion than to salve the pride
Of John Cabanis or his daughter。
Why Can never contests of great moment spring
From worthy things； not little？ Still； if men
Must always act so； and if rum must be
The symbol and the medium to release
From life's denial and from slavery；
Then give me rum！〃
Exultant cries arose。
Then； as George Trimble had o'ercome his fear
And vacillation and begun to speak；
The door creaked and the idiot； Willie Metcalf；
Breathless and hatless； whiter than a sheet；
Entered and cried： 〃The marshal's on his way
To arrest you all。 And if you only knew
Who's coming here tomorrow； I was listening
Beneath the window where the other side
Are making plans。〃
So to a smaller room
To hear the idiot's secret some withdrew
Selected by the Chair； the Chair himself
And Jefferson Howard； Benjamin Pantier；
And Wendell Bloyd； George Trimble； Adam Weirauch；
Imanuel Ehrenhardt； Seth Compton； Godwin James
And Enoch Dunlap； Hiram Scates； Roy Butler；
Carl Hamblin； Roger Heston； Ernest Hyde
And Penniwit； the artist； Kinsey Keene；
And E。 C。 Culbertson and Franklin Jones；
Benjamin Fraser； son of Benjamin Pantier
By Daisy Fraser； some of lesser note；
And secretly conferred。
But in the hall
Disorder reigned and when the marshal came
And found it so； he marched the hoodlums out
And locked them up。
Meanwhile within a room
Back in the basement of the church； with Blood
Counseled the wisest heads。 Judge Somers first；
Deep learned in life； and next him； Elliott Hawkins
And Lambert Hutchins； next him Thomas Rhodes
And Editor Whedon； next him Garrison Standard；
A traitor to the liberals； who with lip
Upcurled in scorn and with a bitter sneer：
〃Such strife about an insult to a woman
A girl of eighteen 〃Christian Dallman too；
And others unrecorded。 Some there were
Who frowned not on the cup but loathed the rule
Democracy achieved thereby； the freedom
And lust of life it symbolized。
Now morn with snowy fingers up the sky
Flung like an orange at a festival
The ruddy sun； when from their hasty beds
Poured forth the hostile forces； and the streets
Resounded to the rattle of the wheels
That drove this way and that to gather in
The tardy voters； and the cries of chieftains
Who manned the battle。 But at ten o'clock
The liberals bellowed fraud； and at the polls
The rival candidates growled and came to blows。
Then proved the idiot's tale of yester…eve
A word of warning。 Suddenly on the streets
Walked hog…eyed Allen； terror of the hills
That looked on Bernadotte ten miles removed。
No man of this degenerate day could lift
The boulders which he threw； and when he spoke
The windows rattled； and beneath his brows
Thatched like a shed with bristling hair of black；
His small eyes glistened like a maddened boar。
And as he walked the boards creaked； as he walked
A song of menace rumbled。 Thus he came；
The champion of A。 D。 Blood； commissioned
To terrify the liberals。 Many fled
As when a hawk soars o'er the chicken yard。
He passed the polls and with a playful hand
Touched Brown； the giant； and he fell against；
As though he were a child； the wall； so strong
Was hog…eyed Allen。 But the liberals smiled。
For soon as hog…eyed Allen reached the walk；
Close on his steps paced Bengal Mike； brought in
By Kinsey Keene； the subtle…witted one；
To match the hog…eyed Allen。 He was scarce
Three…fourths the other's bulk； but steel his arms；
And with a tiger's heart。 Two men he killed
And many wounded in the days before；
And no one feared。
But when the hog…eyed one
Saw Bengal Mike his countenance grew dark；
The bristles o'er his red eyes twitched with rage；
The song he rumbled lowered。 Round and round
The court…house paced he； followed stealthily
By Bengal Mike； who jeered him every step：
〃Come； elephant； and fight！ Come； hog…eyed coward！
Come； face about and fight me； lumbering sneak！
Come； beefy bully； hit me； if you can！
Take out your gun； you duffer； give me reason
To draw and kill you。 Take your billy out。
I'll crack your boar's head with a piece of brick！〃
But never a word the hog…eyed one returned
But trod about the court…house； followed both
By troops of boys and watched by all the men。
All day； they walked the square。 But when Apollo
Stood with reluctant look above the hills
As fain to see the end； and all the votes
Were cast； and closed the polls； before the door
Of Trainor's drug store Bengal Mike； in tones
That echoed through the village； bawled the taunt：
〃Who was your mother； hogeyed？〃 In a trice
As when a wild boar turns upon the hound
That through the brakes upon an August day
Has gashed him with its teeth； the hog… one
Rushed with his giant arms on Bengal Mike
And grabbed him by the throat。 Then rose to heaven
The frightened cries of boys； and yells of men
Forth rushing to the street。 And Bengal Mike
Moved this way and now that； drew in his head
As if his neck to shorten； and bent down
To break the death grip of the hog…eyed one；
OTwixt guttural wrath and fast…expiring strength
Striking his fists against the invulnerable chest
Of hog…eyed Allen。 Then； when some came in
To part them； others stayed them； and the fight
Spread among dozens； many valiant souls
Went down from clubs and bricks。
But tell me； Muse；
What god or goddess rescued Bengal Mike？
With one last； mighty struggle did he grasp
The murderous hands and turning kick his foe。
Then； as if struck by lightning； vanished all
The strength from hogeyed Allen； at his side
Sank limp those giant arms and o'er his face
Dread pallor and the sweat of anguish spread。
And those great knees； invincible but late；
Shook to his weight。 And quickly as the lion
Leaps on its wounded prey； did Bengal Mike
Smite with a rock the temple of his foe；
And down he sank and darkness o'er his eyes
Passed like a cloud。
As when the woodman fells
Some giant oak upon a summer's day
And all the songsters of the forest shrill；
And one great hawk that has his nestling young
Amid the topmost branches croaks； as crash
The leafy branches through the tangled boughs
Of brother oaks； so fell the hogeyed one
Amid the lamentations of the friends
Of A。 D。 Blood。
Just then； four lusty men
Bore the town marshal； on whose iron face
The purple pall of death already lay；
To Trainor's drug store； shot by Jack McGuire。
And cries went up of 〃Lynch him！〃 and the sound
Of running feet from every side was heard
Bent on the
THE END
The late Mr。 Jonathan Swift Somers； laureate of Spoon River
planned The Spooniad as an epic in twenty…four books； but
unfortunately did not live to complete even the first book。 The
fragment was found among his papers by William Marion Reedy
and was for the first time published in Reedy's Mirror of December
18th； 1914。
End