"Me savior," says the Ass.
"So Balaam mounts. But soon the Jack balks.
" 'Phwat is it?' says Balaam.
" 'Snakes,' says the Ass; 'Ut looks like the jawbone of my mother.'
" 'G'wan,' says Balaam, hitting the Ass a clip, 'tis me furren' policy,' he says.
" 'Phwat's ut for?' axes the Ass.
" 'Ut deflnds the nashun,' says Balaam.
" 'How?' says the Ass.
" 'Faith;' says Balaam, 'ut takes bigger Ass than you to know that.
Lave it to Brine,' says Balaam to the Ass; and the Jack walks on meditating.
" 'Hee, haw,' says the Ass, barking and kicking.
" 'What now?' says Balaam.
" 'Divil a Jackass ever seen the like,' says the Ass. 'Ut could be a frog,' says he, 'for ut stands up in front, and sits down behind; and 'tls mostly mouth,' says the Ass. 'Ut has white feathers,' says the Jack, 'wid yaller streaks, that changes,' he says, 'to Very Crooz Red, or Niagara Blue, and now they're Carrysall Yellow again,' says he. 'Hlvlns, have I been drinking?' screams the Ass to Balaam.
" 'Saints be praised,' says Balaam.
" 'Me Watchful Waiting can still change its mind,' he says. "G  'Wan, where glory waits,' he says. 'G'wan, in the service of Mankind,' says Balaam to the Ass, touching him up. And the Ass shuffles ahead, waving his ears in admiration.
'Hee-haw! Hee-haw!' says the Jack, rearring up with his eyes bulging.
'Phwat's grippin' you now?' says Balaam, impassioned like.
'T dunno,' says the Ass. 'Ut looks like the Flying Dutchman with a Socialist Crew,' he says.
'Tls me Ship Bill,' says Balaam. 