"You talk of snakes," said Jack the Rat, "But blow me, one hot summer, I seen a thing that knocked me flat - Fourteen foot long or more than that, It was a reg'lar hummer! Lay right along a sort of bog, Just like a log!
"The ugly thing was lyin' there And not a sign o' movin', Give any man a nasty scare; Seen nothin' like it anywhere Since I first started drovin'. And yet it didn't scare my dog. Looked like a log!
"I had to cross that bog, yer see, And bluey I was humpin'; But wonderin' what that thing could be A-lyin' there in front o' me I didn't feel like jumpin'. Yet, though I shivered like a frog, It seemed a log!
"I takes a leap and lands right on The back of that there whopper!" He stopped. We waited. Then Big Mac Remarked: "Well, then, what happened, Jack?" "Not much," said Jack, and drained his grog. "It was a log!"
"W. T. Goodge"
Bulletin, 21 January 1899, p14