n Upper (Burma Cart.
An old-world cart, you say, a clumsy thing,
Jolting its way across the sandy ground,
Drawn by slow bullocks; wheels more square than round,
Creaking aloud ; no vestige of a spring ;
Straight sides to which you desperately cling
To ease the roughness ;aone wheel on a mound,
One in a rut ; a yoke securely bound
With strands of cane, and cloth, and bits of string ;
An axle shrieking in the silent air
To drive the Nats away. Its utipost pace
Two miles an hour ! And yet, methinks, I can
Discern some method in this curious plana
What says the ancient fable? In the race
Did the slow tortoise win, or did the hare?
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