Murmur, tumult, and commotion,
Like the breaking of the ocean;
And before a word was utter'd,
In rush'd one with voice that fluttered
Arms uplifted, face the colour
Of a bran-new Yankee dollar,
Like a man whose wits are addled.
Crying—"Brother Abe's skedaddled!"
Then those Elders fearful-hearted
Raised a loud cry and upstarted,