3And shouts "come Helen let's climb a hill,You little muggins I'm sure you will,The wet brush ticks and cloverMake me happy all over."She is growing wilder all the time,As I'm trying to tell in prose and rhyme,And climbs so well it doth appearSome day she'll be a mountaineer,So wondrous wise, so wondrous strong,So wondrous gold, so wondrous long,Where'er a mountain lifts its head,Upon its top she'll make her bed,She'll scale the very highest peakOf that wild land called Mozambique,And if you only think to ask herShe'll (tramp the peaks) of Madagascar,And shout and dance and wave her hatOn the very top of Ararat.Some doubting say "There's many a slipBetween the mountain's footy and [illegible] tipBut all her features proclaim the climberAs this fine letter proclaims the rhymer.06270
Original letter dimensions: 28 x 21 cm.
Reel 13, Image 0948
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