He was taken back and beaten, time after time; but in a few hours he was always off again, and at last they let him go his own way.

There is nothing he hasn't turned his hand to.

First he lived in the woods, I fancy; and they say he was the most arrant young poacher in the district, though he was so cunning that he was never caught.

At last he had to give that up.

Then he fished for a bit, but he couldn't stick to it.