passed over, or friends so powerful, they cannot be
refused."

"Oh! you can't do nothin', Squire," said Mr. Sick, "send
it back to Old Marm; tell her you have the misfortin to
be a colonist; that if her son would like to be a constable,
or a Hogreave, or a thistle-viewer, or sunthin' or another
of that kind, you are her man: but she has got the wrong
cow by the tail this time. I never hear of a patron, I
don't think of a frolic I once had with a cow's tail;
and, by hanging on to it like a snappin' turtle, I jist
saved my life, that's a fact.

"Tell you what it is, Squire, take a fool's advice, for
once. Here you are; I have made you considerable well-known,
that's a fact; and will introduce you to court, to king
and queen, or any body you please. For our legation,
though they can't dance, p'raps, as well as the French
one can, could set all Europe a dancin' in wide awake
airnest, if it chose. They darsent refuse us nothin',
or we would fust embargo, and then go to war. Any one
you want to know, I'll give you the ticket. Look round,
select a good critter, and hold on to the tail, for dear
life, and see if you hante a patron, worth havin'. You
don't want none yourself, but you might want one some
time or another, for them that's a comin' arter you.

"When I was a half grow'd lad, the bears came down from
Nor-West one year in droves, as a body might say, and
our woods near Slickville was jist full of 'em. It warn't