The Old Man And Jim

Old man never had much to say -         'Ceptin' to Jim, -      And Jim was the wildest boy he had -         And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!      Never heerd him speak but once      Er twice in my life, - and first time was      When the army broke out, and Jim he went,      The old man backin' him, fer three months;      And all 'at I heerd the old man say      Was, jes' as we turned to start away, -         "Well, good-by, Jim:         Take keer o' yourse'f!"      'Peared-like, he was more satisfied         Jes' lookin' at Jim      And likin' him all to hisse'f-like, see? -         'Cause he was jes' wrapped up in him!      And over and over I mind the day      The old man come and stood round in the way      While we was drillin', a-watchin' Jim -      And down at the deepo a-heerin' him say,         "Well, good-by, Jim:         Take keer of yourse'f!"      Never was nothin' about the farm         Disting'ished Jim;      Neighbors all ust to wonder why         The old man 'peared wrapped up in him;      But when Cap. Biggler he writ back      'At Jim was the bravest boy we had      In the whole dern rigiment, white er black,      And his fightin' good as his farmin' bad -      'At he had led, with a bullet clean      Bored through his thigh, and carried the flag      Through the bloodiest battle you ever seen, -      The old man wound up a letter to him      'At Cap. read to us, 'at said: "Tell Jim         Good-by,         And take keer of hisse'f."      Jim come home jes' long enough         To take the whim      'At he'd like to go back in the calvery -         And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!      Jim 'lowed 'at he'd had sich luck afore,      Guessed he'd tackle her three years more.      And the old man give him a colt he'd raised,      And follered him over to Camp Ben Wade,      And laid around fer a week er so,      Watchin' Jim on dress-parade -      Tel finally he rid away,      And last he heerd was the old man say, -         "Well, good-by, Jim:         Take keer of yourse'f!"      Tuk the papers, the old man did,         A-watchin' fer Jim -      Fully believin' he'd make his mark         Some way - jes' wrapped up in him! -      And many a time the word 'u'd come      'At stirred him up like the tap of a drum -      At Petersburg, fer instunce, where      Jim rid right into their cannons there,      And tuk 'em, and p'inted 'em t'other way,      And socked it home to the boys in gray      As they scooted fer timber, and on and on -      Jim a lieutenant, and one arm gone,      And the old man's words in his mind all day, -         "Well, good-by, Jim:         Take keer of yourse'f!"      Think of a private, now, perhaps,         We'll say like Jim,      'At's dumb clean up to the shoulder-straps -         And the old man jes' wrapped up in him!      Think of him - with the war plum' through,      And the glorious old Red-White-and-Blue      A-laughin' the news down over Jim,      And the old man, bendin' over him -      The surgeon turnin' away with tears      'At hadn't leaked fer years and years,      As the hand of the dyin' boy clung to      His father's, the old voice in his ears, -         "Well, good-by, Jim:         Take keer of yourse'f!"