Here is the poem with description:
"The Frontier Clamper Man"
Here is the poem from the old publication The Pony Express
Jim Savage was a frontier man,
Pioneer, trapper, guide.
With pretty squaws, it was his plan
To take’em for a bride.
To them old Jim was always true;
Faithful as starts above.
He never fell for eyes of blue,
Just amber inspired his love.
All Redskin tongues, sign language too,
Jim used ‘em far and wide.
He was a frontier Clamper man.
Pioneer, trapper, guide.
In sundry mines he made his sou,
Then walked the Moke Hill trail.
In Clamper style he wore the blue
Where Zumwalt gathered kail.
When Diggers dug their precious gold
They traded it for grog.
Hardware and whiskey Savage sold
For prices “on the hog.”
Warwhooped Yosemite’s Piute brave
In havoc ‘cross the land,
Came Mariposa’s boys to save
The law and order stand.
Yea, trading posts Jim ran galore,
Throughout the Southern mines,
Where Indians, with high grade ore,
Traded for Savage lines.
Alas, a knave of Harvey brand,
(Ignoble was his aim)
Layed poor Jim low in Tulare land.
There ended all his fame.
W.F.S.
The "Diggers" is the old name for Miwoks.
Edited 4 time(s). Last edit at 08/05/2009 06:47AM by Yosemite_Indian.
