pick his neck as clean as a babby's, and then grease it
most beautiful all the way from the breast to the head,
till it becomes as slippery as a soaped eel. Then they
tie both his legs together with a strong piece of cord,
of the size of a halyard, and hang him by the feet to
the middle of the swingin' rope, with his head downward.
All the youngsters, all round the county, come to see
the sport, mounted a horseback.

"'Well, the owner of the goose goes round with his hat,
and gets so much a-piece in it from every one that enters
for the "Pullin';" and when all have entered, they bring
their hosses in a line, one arter another; and at the
words, 'Go ahead!' off they set, as hard as they can
split; and as they pass under the goose, make a grab at
him; and whoever carries off the head, wins.

"'Well, the goose dodges his head and flaps his wings,
and swings about so, it ain't no easy matter to clutch
his neck; and when you do, it's so greasy, it slips right
through the fingers, like, nothin'. Sometimes it takes
so long, that the hosses are fairly beat out, and can't
scarcely raise a gallop; and then a man stands by the
post, with a heavy loaded whip, to lash 'em on, so that
they mayn't stand under the goose, which ain't fair. 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_.