—Both barrels of her, all to onct, and then—
wal, ’twas—hell-bent!
The off-rein bust, the wheels r’ared up—the old
mare give a heave,
That runaway was on for sure—there warn’t
no make-believe;
With t’other rein I geed the mare up-hill to’ards
Clarkses yard,
—We struck the doorstep, struck her fair, and
struck her mighty hard!