Chapter XV

Stumping, thumping, blundering, lo!
Comes the Giant Scot in sight;
All the people screaming "Oh!"
Fly before him in affright.

Look, he snorts and sniffs, as though
His nose had ken'd an unseen foe;
And hearken what he thunders forth,
In gutteral accent of the north!

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