Music — Poetry — Fiction 



They cross the Bridge then down the bank 1871 



The Table Rock to view, 

 And here is where the " Native Sharks " 



Commence to " put you through." 

 Ere John had from the carriage stepped 



A chap came out to know 

 If he would like a picture of 



Himself and Falls also. 



John asked the price, but not a word 



Could he get in reply, 

 But round about with plates prepared 



The operators fly; 

 And in a twinkling they turn out 



A sight would make you laugh, 

 For which they tax poor simple John 



Four dollars and a half. 



Into the Table Rock House next 



Poor John is soon betrayed, 

 And there they put him through as if 



The devil lent his aid; 

 They show him Indian relics rich 



And, believe me, they were raw; 

 John buys a lot of things for which 



He does not care a straw. 



John begs the driver to depart 



Ere he be ruined quite, 

 But ere a dozen rods are made 



He's doomed to re-alight. 

 And now the " Museum " minions 



Around him quickly swarm, 

 And ere he's well upon his feet 



He's dragged in by the arm. 

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