o dogs, neither yelp nor chase this cheated deer; give rest, give heed, this rack is such a burden nettles scratch against my fresh fur belly, words from behind each tree come, arrows from their quivers fly and each leaf quake means the scare of escape...
Sketch: Vol. 45
, Article 8.
Available at: http://lib.dr.iastate.edu/sketch/vol45/iss3/8