No Rasfodist that ever rasfodized could do justice to the transcendent grandeur that shone out on every side of us.
No, the rasfodist would have to set down and hold up his hands before him, as I have done sometimes before a big pile of work, when I have seen a wagon load of visitors a-stoppin' at the gate to stay all day.
I have just clasped my hands and sez, "Oh dear me!"
Or in aggravated cases I would say, mebby,
"Oh dear me suz!"
And that wuz about all I could say here.
Yes, my feelin's, I do believe, if they could have been gazed on, would have been jest about as a impressive a sight to witness as the Columbian Fair.
But anon my rapt musin's wuz broke into sudden; I heard as through a dream a voice say—
"If she forgets to take the dough off from the dry oven, the pancakes will run over."
"Pancakes!"