Jim Bludso (of the Prairie Belle)

(Of the Praire Belle.)


Wall, no; I can’t tell where he lives,
Becase he don’t live, you see;
Leastways, he’s got out of the habit
Of livin’ like you and me.
Whar have you been for the last three year
That you haven’t heard folks tell
How Jimmy Bludso passed in his checks,
The night of the Prairie Belle?

He wern’t no saint — them engineers
Is all pretty much alike —
One wife in Natchez-under-the-Hill,
And another one here, in Pike.
A keerless man in his talk was Jim,
And an awkward man in a row —
But he never flunked, and he never lied,
I reckon he never knowed how.

And this was all the religion he had —
To treat his engine well;
Never be passed on the river;
To mind the Pilot’s bell;
And if ever the Prairie Belle took fire —
A thousand times he swore,
He’d hold her nozzle agin the bank
Till the last should got ashore.

All boats has their day on the Mississip,
And her day came at last —
The Movastar was a better boat,
But the Belle she wouldn’t be passed.
And so she came tearin’ along that night —
The oldest craft on the line —
With a nigger squat on her safety valve,
And her furnace crammed, rosin and pine.

The fire bust out as she clared the bar,
And burnt a hole in the night,
And quick as a flash she turned and made
For that willer-bank on the right.
There was running and cursing, but Jim yelled out,
Over all the infernal roar,
“I’ll hold her nozzel again the bank
Till the last galoot’s ashore.”

Through the hot, black breath of the burnin’ boat
Jim Bludso’s voice was heard,
And they all had trust in his cussedness,
And knowed he would keep his word.
And, sure’s you’re born, they all got off
Afore the smoke-stacks fell —
And Bludso’s ghost went up alone,
In the smoke of the Prairie Belle.

He wern’t no saint — but at jedgment
I’d run my chance with Jim,
Longside with some pious gentlemen
That wouldn’t shook hands with him.
He seen his duty, a dead sure thing —
And went for it thar and then;
And Christ ain’t a goin’ to  too hard
On a man that died for men.

Decatur Review (Decatur, Illinois) Feb 2, 1871


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John Hay “Jim Bludso of the Prairie Belle” Poem Animation

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