Her wild demeanor wuz such, her snorts, her oritorys, resounded on every
side, and wuz heard all over the land. She acted crazy as a loon till
she got her way.

She promised if she could have the Hero sleep there, she would build a
monument that would tower up to the skies.

[Illustration: If she could have the Hero sleep there, she would
build a monument that would tower up to the skies.]

The most stupendious, the most impressive work of art that wuz ever
wrought by man.

Wall, she got her way. Why, she cut up so, that she had to have it,
seemin'ly.

Wall, did she do as she agreed? No, indeed.

She had one of her forgetful spells come right on her, a sort of a
stupor, I guess, a-follerin' on after a bein' too wild and crazy about
gittin' her way.

And anyway, year after year passed, and no monument wuz raised, not a
sign of one. She lied, and she didn't seem to care if she had lied.

There the grave of the Great One wuz onmarked by even a decent memorial,
let alone the great one they said they would raise.

And when the Great Ones of the Old World--the renowned in Song and Story