I don't know how he kept it on.

And the pig was encircled by the dauntless banner of our country.

All the same, I think if I had seen a band of youthful travellers in bitter distress about a pig I should have tried to lend a helping hand and not sat roaring in the hedge, no matter how the travellers and the pig might have been dressed.
It was hotter than anyone would believe who has never had occasion to hunt the pig when dressed for quite another part.

The flour got out of Oswald's hair into his eyes and his mouth.

His brow was wet with what the village blacksmith's was wet with, and not his fair brow alone.