He turned; but still the pigtail stout
Hung steadily behind him.
And though his efforts never slack,
And though he twist, and twirl, and tack,
Alas! still faithful to his back,
The pigtail hangs behind him.
William Makepeace Thackeray
From Chamisso
HE TURNED HIM ROUND;
BUT STILL IT HUNG BEHIND HIM