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While we gazed he seemed to toughen; as his fingers gripped the handle His old form grew straight and supple, and a light leapt in his eye; And he stepped around the waggon, not with footsteps weak and laggin', But with firm, determined bearin', as he flung the whip on high.

Now he swung the leaders over, while the whip-lash snarled and volleyed; And they answered like one bullock, strainin' to each crack and clout; But he kept his cursin' under till old Brindle made a blunder; Then I thought all Hell had hit me, and the master opened out.

And the language! Oh, the language! Seemed to me I must be dreamin'; While the wondrous words and phrases only genius could produce Roared and rumbled, fast and faster, in the throat of that Old Master— Oaths and curses tipped with lightning, cracklin' flames of fierce abuse.