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VI.To mind his orders was all he knew; The gates swung open, and out they flew, "Where are our broomsticks?" the beldams cried. "Here are your broomsticks," an imp replied. "They've been in—the place you know—so long They smell of brimstone uncommon strong; But they've gained by being left alone,— Just look, and you'll see how tall they've grown." —"And where is my cat?" a vixen squalled.

VII."Yes, where are our cats?" the witches bawled,, And began to call them all by name: As fast as they called the cats, they came: There was bob-tailed Tommy and long-tailed Tim,, And wall-eyed Jacky and green-eyed Jim, And splay-foot Benny and slimlegged Beau, And Skinny and Squally, and Jerry and Joe, And many another that came at call,— It would take too long to count them all, All black,—one could hardly tell which was which, But every cat knew his own old witch; And she knew hers as hers knew her,— Ah, didn't they curl their tails and purr!

VIII.No sooner the withered hags were free Than out they swarmed for a midnight spree; I couldn't tell all they did in rhymes, But the Essex people had dreadful times. The Swampscott fishermen still relate How a strange sea-monster stole their bait; How their nets were tangled in loops and knots, And they found dead crabs in their lobster-pots.