Shoot off his tail, and he loses his balance.

Every time he tries to walk, he tips over.

Don't forget, Tom, if you shoot, to aim at his tail, just where it is stuck onto his body.

If you miss, look him in the eye; and if that doesn't stop him, let drive with your foot under the jaw, and don't forget to have your shoes on.

Well, I must go home to tell the folks to git ready," added Jim, loping off like an Indian starting on a long journey.
Tom had caught the contagion of excitement, and the moment his friend left he made a dash for the door of his home, bursting in upon his mother and aunt with the astounding news just received from his playmate.
Strange women would they have been not to have been wrought up by the alarming tidings.