PA 18 B
Dublin Core
Title
PA 18 B
Description
Note:
Poem?
Commodore Foote’s Dream.
Reclining, at the close of day,
Upon my tiny bed.
I heard the whispering Fairies say,
We come, with noiseless tread.
We come, brave little Commodore,
To measure height and size;
We wager half our golden joys
That you will lose the prize.
We hear you called the smallest man,
They saw that I was smaller,
For the smallest on of all their throng
Was eleven inches taller.
Now, since I’ve measured with this throng,
Conducted by their plan,
I now proclaim to all the world
That I’m the smallest man.
Creator
C.D Fredricks & Co,
587 Broadway, New York
Citation
C.D Fredricks & Co,
587 Broadway, New York
, “PA 18 B,” Cotton Histories, explorations in blackface minstrelsy, accessed March 28, 2024, https://cottonhistories.com/items/show/1058.