The whoopin', and hollerin', and screamin', and bettin', and excitement, beats all; there ain't hardly no sport equal to it.

It's great fun _to all except the poor goosey-gander_.
"'The game of colony government to Canady, for some years back, puts me in mind of that exactly.

Colonist has had his heels put where his head used to be, this some time past.

He has had his legs tied, and his neck properly greased, I tell _you_; and the way every parliament man, and governor, and secretary, gallops round and round, one arter another, a grabbin' at poor colonist, ain't no matter.

Every new one on 'em that comes, is confident he is a goin' to settle it; but it slips through his hand, and off he goes, properly larfed at.
"'They have pretty nearly fixed goosey colonist, though; he has got his neck wrung several times; it's twisted all a one side, his tongue hangs out, and he squeaks piteous, that's a fact.