"'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. Another good grab or two will
put him out o' pain; and it's a pity it wouldn't, for no
created critter can live long, turned wrong eend up, that
way. But the sport will last long arter that; for arter
his neck is broke, it ain't no easy matter to get the
head off; the cords that tie that on, are as thick as
your finger. It's the greatest fun out there you ever
see, _to all except poor goosey colonist_.

"'I've larfed ready to kill myself at it. Some o' these
Englishers that come out, mounted for the sport, and
expect a peerage as a reward for bringin' home the head
and settlin' the business for colonist, do cut such
figurs, it would make you split; and they are all so
everlastin' consaited, they won't take no advice. The
way they can't do it is cautionary. One gets throwed,