Chapter XXIX

Catawampus bellowed "Oh!
I say, tarnation sieze your toe!"
Rubbing the part as he limped and hopped:
Jack his legs in sunder chopped.

He fell with an astounding sound,
And his castle tottered to the ground.
In faith, the most "tremendous fall
In tea," to this, was nothing at all.

No wallop'd nigger, to compare
Small things, for the nonce, with great,
Ever so dismally the air
Rent with shrieks, I estimate.

The monstrous Yankee thus laid low,
Jack settled his hash with another blow;
So he gave up the ghost, and his dying groan
Had a "touch of the earthquake" in its tone.