Poet Pres Longley had an eye for a pretty girl. Here’s a poem he wrote about an encounter on L Street in Sacramento, published in the Sacramento Daily Bee on January 7, 1873.
THE GIRL I SAW ON L STREET
I saw her moving up the street
Just like a little packet,
Minus the mail-—her little feet
Produced no noise or racket.
Her sails were set, she had no brakes
To stop her onward motion;
Her crinoline swung round in flakes,
Like ripples on the ocean.
I glanced into her witching eyes,
So sweet, so soft, and tender,
And would have thrown my life away
From danger to defend her.
I tried to go one side, but she
The same thing had decided,
And rushed into my arms like mad—
We suddenly collided.
She had her arms around me then,
I tried my best to right her,
But like the ivy to the oak,
She only clung the tighter.
I’ve been in stormy battle’s fray,
And heard the bullets whistle,
But never have been wounded with
So dear a little miss-ile.
Pres had indeed been “in stormy battle’s fray and heard the bullets whistle.” Before coming to California in 1851, he served two years in the Texas Rangers, took part in twenty-nine encounters with Comanches, and received an arrow wound in his right arm. A collision with a “little miss-ile” was much to be preferred.




















