Shivers down your spine. She’d teeter, fetch a
spring, and take a bounce,
Then squat down, sir, on her haunches with a
most je-roosly jounce.
Folks got up and run a-screaming, forced the
wheelhouse, grabbed at me,
—Thought we’d missed Augusty landin’ and
had gone plum out to sea.
—Fairly shot me full of questions, but I said
’twas jest a blow;