------Now don't let Satan, my dear girl, in this chapter, take advantage of any one spot of rising ground to get astride of your imagination, if you can any ways help it; or if he is so nimble as to slip on--let me beg of you, like an unback'd filly, _to frisk it, to squirt it, to jump it, to rear it, to bound it--and to kick it, with long kicks and short kicks_, till, like _Tickletoby's_ mare, you break a strap or a crupper and throw his worship into the dirt. 
- Now don't let Satan, my dear girl, get astride of your imagination: if he is so nimble as to slip on - let me beg you to frisk, jump, and kick like Tickletoby's mare till you throw his worship into the dirt.
