[1869]
I
ONE OF HIS ANIMAL STORIES
Now, Tudens, you sit on this knee—and 'scuse
It having no side-saddle on;—and, Jeems,
You sit on this—and don't you wobble so
And chug my old shins with your coppertoes;—
And, all the rest of you, range round someway,—
Ride on the rockers and hang to the arms
Of our old-time splint-bottom carryall!—