That harrycane had stopped itse’f
And snickered, snorted, laughed, and yelled,
Then stopped again and sort o’ held
Its breath; then swellin’ up its breast
Swooped down to knock me galley-west.
“It grabbed them boards and then ’twas fight!
But scare me? Not a gol-durned mite!
It pulled and tugged and yanked and hauled
And tooted, howled, and squealed and squalled;
It picked up sculch and dirt, and threw,