let him be inknotted with the band of excommunication

Again we descend, perhaps to the dreary shore of some dead sea of life, where we may wander on unhopefully, nay, even unwishfully. We would lie down and die if we could do so sinlessly; and we wonder that sin should be in the wish.

“What did she boil it in, Willie doo, Willie doo?” “She boild it in the billy-pot; die shall I now!”

Watusis are recommended for crossing (with Longhorns) to obtain good roping cattle for the rodeo.