“He slung the thing when we drew abreast and
we hacked like all-possessed;
But the shark was sleepin’ sound, you bet, for
we never broke his rest.
”—We never broke his peaceful snooze, though
plunk to the eyelet head
Went rippin’ in that big harpoon,—for, you see,
the shark was dead.
“And the old man ordered an ortopsy, for the
thing seemed mighty queer