He eat what he wanted, which was no trifle, I can tell you, and left the rest till next time.
"Don't talk to me, Squire, about merits.

We all want a lift in this world; sunthin' or another to lay hold on, to help us along--_we want the cow's tail_.
"Tell your friend, the female widder, she has got hold of the wrong cow by the tail in gettin' hold of you, for you are nothin' but a despisable colonist; but to look out for some patron here, some leadin' man, or great lord, to clinch fast hold of him, and stick to him like a leach, and if he flags, (for patrons, like old Mooley, get tired sometimes), to recollect the ash saplin, to lay into him well, and keep him at it, and no fear but he'll carry her through.

He'll fetch her home safe at last, and no mistake, depend on it, Squire.

The best lesson that little boy could be taught, is, that of _the Patron, or the Cows Tail_.".