Right o'er the ſteep he leans, / When his well-pleniſh'd king-hood voiding needs; / And, ſploiting, ſtrikes the ſtane his grany hit, / Wi' piſtol ſcreed, ſhot frae his gorlin doup.— …

Oilmen had spent weeks drilling to a depth more than 1,000 feet into Sour Springs Mound, a salt dome a few miles south of Beaumont, hoping to come into some “Texas Tea.” And at about 10:30 in the morning on January 10, 1901, the teacup runneth over.

Repeats the last 40 lines of IRC output, in case your terminal gronked.

The Schmirler rink won the Silver Broom.