awful yell:
“My God, ye critters, pray!”
—He slung the lead away,—
And howled: “The world is endin’! It’s the
final Judgment Day!
That plummet, there, has brought us up a hand-
ful of the loam
From the Widder Abbott’s garden on the Neck
ro’d, back at home.
A tidal wave has lifted us—the Hanks has run