The dust it flew, and no man knew
The like of it before.
The St. Bernard's deep booming bass,
The hound's sepulchral howl,
The terrier-whelp's staccato yelp,
And the bull-dog's massive growl,
In chorus sounded thro' the town:
The windows up they went,
Thro' every space a gaping face
Inquiringly was bent.