Settler
: Gosh all hemlock ! What do I see ?
A
redskin pointin' his gun at me ?
Indian
: That's right, Pale Face . . . since I'm discovered
Dont'
move a step. I've got you covered.
Settler : I'm travelin,' Varmint. I'm on my way . . .
My hair won't hang from your belt this day.
Indian
: You may be fast but I'll have that scalp
If I have to climb the highest Alp.
Settler : No Alps for me. I'll chance the creek.
Hurrah ! You missed. What a narrow squeak.
Indian : There's no use hopping from stone to stone
My tomahawk cleaves the toughest bone.
Settler : This Eliza act is durned realistic.
Pardon me, Varmint. That's anachchronistic.
Indian : That two dollar word . . . it may be your last
I've got you, White Man. Your future's just past.
Settler
: Ha, ha . . . you fell. With all your talk
You didn't see that slippery rock !
Indian : The God of Waters is mad at me
Fatherless orphans will fill my tepee.
Settler
: Oh, no, Redskin. I'm not much fer killin'
You'll yet live to see your wife and your chilllen.
Indian : But why, White Man ? I'd have killed you.
The same fate is right for me, too.
Settler : Listen, Varmint, for many a week
I hunted a name for this blamed creek
Something suitable, a name that sticks
And until you fell I was in a fix
But right here and now, without much talk
We've named this creek . . . The Slippery Rock
If a town grows up, that's its name to
If folks think it's funny -- what can they do ?
We'll be a legend, and we'll be to blame
But they'll have to stick to this funny name.
When I saw you skid for half a block
I
knew righ then 'twould be - " Slippery Rock. "
