He dragged me all over the floor.
My head struck the bedposts, and other furniture.
3 other Muskeeters got straddle of me, and as if I was a hoss, spurred
me up purty lively.
All of a sudden the Muskeeter I was hangin' to give a yank, and drew out
his foot, left his bute in my hand.
Brandishin' the bute about my head, I cleared at lot of Muskeeters.
Jumpin' to my feet I made things fly for a minuit, pilin' up the killed
and wounded in a promiscous heap.
Seein' the Kernal settin' up there enjoyin' the fun, I let fly the bute
at him.
Smash! went the lookin-glass.
The venerable commanding Muskeeter had dodged, and was settin' on the
burow, with his thumb on his nose, wrigglin' his fingers at me in a very
ongentlemanly manner.
There I was again unarmed, dancin' about, swelled up like a base ball
player on match day.
"Blood IARGO!" was the cry.
I tride to make a masked battery with a piller. It was no protection
again Jarsey Muskeeters.
As RACHEL mourned for her step-mother, I sighed for me home.
"Why, oh why," I cride, "did I leave old Skeensboro?"
A widder wearin' a borrowed suit of mornin'--eleven children cryin'
because the governor had been chawed up by Muskeeters crowded into my
thoughts.
The army was gettin' reddy to charge onto me agin, and avenge their
fallen comrags.
Suddenly a brite thought struck me.