Hard work gives a fellow a ragin' appetite, an' I reckon fightin' is the hardest of all work.

When I was a lumberman in Wisconsin I thought nothin' could beat that, but I admit now that a big battle is more exhaustin'." "You've worked in the timber then ?" "From the time I was twelve years old 'til three or four years ago.

If I do say it myself, there wasn't a man in all Wisconsin, or Michigan either, who could swing an axe harder or longer than I could.

I guess you've noticed these hands of mine." He held them up, and they impressed Dick more than ever.

They were great masses of bone and muscle fit for a giant.
"Paws, the boys used to call 'em," resumed Whitley with a pleased laugh.
"I inherited big hands.