Full two foot—ears pupo’tional;

An’ then, ’fore night, ’twas dry an’ ripe

Like when you shuck it in the fall.

The steeples on the churches all

Was drawed to more’n three times their height,

An’ lightnin’-rods was stretched to wire

That melted off like wax ’fore night.

The weather-boardin’ all warped off

An’ shingles rolled in little tubes;

Big saw-logs doubled up in bows,