. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. -•^^•^ Blasts From The Rams Horn 145 She wound her tail around my neck A dozen times or more;Then stuck her foot inside the pail, As oft shed done Jane, though trying the ordeal, I camly stood the test;And not a wave of temper rolled, Across my peaceful breast. thoughts still fixed on things above, Where my possessions lie,Jane, sudden as the lightnings flash, That cow let both feet followed, dear, no tongue could tell, No mortal pen could write;It seemed as if that critters feet, Were charged with dynamite. VII. Well, as I lay there

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. "Blasts" from The Ram's Horn. -•^^•^ Blasts From The Rams Horn 145 She wound her tail around my neck A dozen times or more;Then stuck her foot inside the pail, As oft shed done Jane, though trying the ordeal, I camly stood the test;And not a wave of temper rolled, Across my peaceful breast. thoughts still fixed on things above, Where my possessions lie,Jane, sudden as the lightnings flash, That cow let both feet followed, dear, no tongue could tell, No mortal pen could write;It seemed as if that critters feet, Were charged with dynamite. VII. Well, as I lay there prostrate, Jane, Well nigh a total wreck,I own my faith and peace received, A temporary although Satan pressed me sore, And hope seemed almost gone^I gained the grandest victory, A Christian ever

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