He put his foot out to stop the ball but the ball did not stop, but, instead, carried the man's leg off with it.

He no doubt today walks on a cork-leg, and is tax collector of the county in which he lives.

I saw a thoughtless boy trying to catch one in his hands as it bounced along.

He caught it, but the next moment his spirit had gone to meet its God.

But, poor John, we all loved him.