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I kin hump my back and take the rain,

And I don't keer how she pours,

I kin keep kindo' ca'm in a thunder storm,

No matter how loud she roars;

I haint much skeered o' the lightnin',

Ner I haint sich awful shakes

Afeared o' cyclones—but I don't want none O' yer dad-burned old earth-quakes! As long as my legs keeps stiddy, And long as my head keeps plum, And the buildin' stays in the front lot, I still kin whistle, some! But about the time the old clock Flops off'n the mantel-shelf, And the bureau skoots fer the kitchen, I'm a-goin' to skoot, myself! Plague-take! ef you keep me stabled While any earthquakes is around!— I'm jist like the stock,—I'll beller, And break fer the open ground! And I 'low you'd be as nervous, And in jist about my fix, When yer whole farm slides from inunder you, And on'y the mor'gage sticks! Now cars haint a-goin' to kill you Ef you don't drive 'crost the track; Crediters never'll jerk you up Ef you go and pay 'em back; You kin stand all moral and mundane storms Ef you'll on'y jist behave— But a' EARTHQUAKE:—well, ef it wanted you It 'ud husk you out o' yer grave!