Chapter XXVI

"Clear off, now," was the Giant's cry;
"The oldest man in all Kentucky
My father whopp'd--my father, I:--
Absquotilate, and cut your lucky!"
Catawampus looked on every side,
But not a single soul espied;
To the right and left he grimly grinned,
Till the trunks of the very trees were skinned.

"Come out!" he bawled, "or I swear I 'll dash
Your brains into an immortal smash!
Don't raise my dander; if you do,
You won't much like me,--_I_ tell you."