He grew uneasy and said "Hi!--clear out from there, can't you!" -- from time to time.

But by and by he fell asleep where he sat, and pretty soon a mule fell down the chimney! The fire flew in every direction, and Oliver went over backwards.

About ten nights after that, he recovered confidence enough to go to writing poetry again.

Again he dozed off to sleep, and again a mule fell down the chimney.

This time, about half of that side of the house came in with the mule.