"Then (_Tripet_) pass'd his right leg over his saddle, and placed himself _en croup_. --But, said he, 'twere better for me to get into the saddle; then putting the thumbs of both hands upon the crupper before him, and thereupon leaning himself, as upon the only supporters of his body, he incontinently turned heels over head in the air, and strait found himself betwixt the bow of the saddle in a tolerable seat; then springing into the air with a summerset, he turned him about like a wind-mill, and made above a hundred frisks, turns, and demi-pommadas." --Good God! cried _Trim_, losing all patience, --one home thrust of a bayonet is worth it all. ----I think so too, replied _Yorick_.----
I am of a contrary opinion, quoth my father.
'Then Tripet passed his right leg over his saddle, and placed himself en croup.
'"But," said he, "'twere better for me to get into the saddle;" then putting the thumbs of both hands upon the crupper, and leaning on them, as the only supporters of his body, he turned heels over head, and found himself betwixt the bow of the saddle; then springing into the air with a somersault, he turned about like a windmill, and made above a hundred frisks, turns, and demi-pommadas-'
'Good God!' cried Trim, losing all patience; 'one home thrust of a bayonet is worth it all.'
'I think so too,' replied Yorick.
'I am of a contrary opinion,' quoth my father.