Dick Bumble, with a bag of grain,
    Was going out to grind it,
When through the bag the bullet tore
    And left a hole behind it!
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  Dick neither knew the bag was pinked,
    Nor that a hole was in it,
And wondered why the load he bore
    Grew lighter every minute.


Peter Newell, The Hole Book, New York, Harper & Brothers, 1908, plate 11.

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Online edition by Marco Graziosi, December 1999.

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