AN Ox, unable to extricate1 himself from the mire2 into which he

　　sank, was advised to make use of a Political Pull. When the

　　Political Pull had arrived, the Ox said: "My good friend, please

　　make fast to me, and let nature take her course."

　　So the Political Pull made fast to the Ox's head and nature took

　　her course. The Ox was drawn3, first, from the mire, and, next,

　　from his skin. Then the Political Pull looked back upon the good

　　fat carcase of beef that he was dragging to his lair4 and said, with

　　a discontented spirit:

　　"That is hardly my customary fee; I'll take home this first

　　instalment, then return and bring an action for salvage5 against the

　　skin."