"Hold hard! hold hard! you'll lame the dogs:"
Quoth Huggins, "so I do,—
I've got the saddle well in hand,
And hold as hard as you!"
And now he bounded up and down,
Now like a jelly shook:
Till bump'd and gall'd—yet not where Gall,
For bumps did ever look!
And rowing with his legs the while,
As tars are apt to ride;