But the wind, with its antics, was plainly not through,
For fiercer and fiercer, and fiercer it blew,
Till making one effort of fury intense
It carried Mike bodily over the fence.
He met there a somewhat discouraged old cow,
That had blown thither too, though he failed to see how,
Then he smiled and said, “Make yourself easy, my friend,
Only keep your mind quiet and things will soon mend,”
Mike laughed ha! ha! ha! and he laughed ho! ho! ho!
“For the wind is just playing, old cow, you know.”