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Rh Tell us of thy food—those half marine refections,

Crinoids on the shell and Brachipods au naturel—

Cuttle-fish to which the pieuvre of Victor Hugo

Seems a periwinkle.

Speak, thou awful vestige of the Earth's creation—

Solitary fragment of remains organic!

Tell the wondrous secret of thy past existence—

Speak! thou oldest primate!"

Even as I gazed, a thrill of the maxilla,

And a lateral movement of the condyloid process,

With post-pliocene sounds of healthy mastication,

Ground the teeth together.

And, from that imperfect dental exhibition,

Stained with expressed juices of the weed Nicotian,

Came these hollow accents, blent with softer murmurs

Of expectoration;

"Which my name is Bowers, and my crust was busted

Falling down a shaft in Calaveras county,

But I'd take it kindly if you'd send the pieces

Home to old Missouri!"