![]() Take it.-You 're welcome.-No extra charge.)įIRST OF NOVEMBER,-the Earthquake-day. In fact, there's nothing that keeps its youth The Deacon's Masterpiece strong and sound. Thoroughbrace bison-skin, thick and wide Ĭhildren and grandchildren-where were they?īut there stood the stout old one-hoss-shay ![]() Their blunt ends frizzled like celery-tips Last of its timber,-they could n't sell 'em,Īnd the wedges flew from between their lips The panels of whitewood, that cuts like cheese,īut lasts like iron for things like these The crossbars were ash, from the straightest trees, That could n't be split nor bent nor broke,. So the Deacon inquired of the village folk T' make that place uz strong uz the rest." Thut the weakes' place mus' stan' the strain "Fur," said the Deacon, "t 's mighty plain It should be so built that it couldn' break daown! He would build one shay to beat the taown In panel, or crossbar, or floor, or sill, There is always somewhere a weakest spot,. Now in building of chaises, I tell you what, I 'll tell you what happened without delay, ![]()
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |