There's nothing he won't do, from biting to bolting.

Well, I'd like to tie Mr.
Felix Marchand, Esquire, to his back, and let him loose on the prairie, and pray the Lord to save him if he thought fit.

I fancy I know what the Lord would do.

And Lil Sarnia's only one.

Since he come back from the States, he's the limit, oh, the damnedest limit.