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Would ye b'lieve it? that night that hoss, that ar' filly, Chiquita, Walked herself into her stall, and stood there, all quiet and dripping:
Clean as a beaver or rat, with nary a buckle of harnes→→→
And twelve hundred dollars of hossflesh afloat, and a driftin' to thunder!
RUDOLPH THE HEADSMAN.
RUDOLPH, professor of the headsman's trade,
Alike was famous for his arm and blade.
One day a prisoner Justice had to kill
Knelt at the block to test the artist's skill.
Bare armed, swart-visaged, gaunt, and shaggy-browed, Rudolph the headsman rose above the crowd.
His falchion lightened with a sudden gleam,
As the pike's armor flashes in the
sheathed his blade; he turned as if to go; The victim knelt, still waiting for the blow. "Why strikest not? Perform thy murderous act,"