He'd ha' been tarred and feathered if it'd been known.

But old Mick Sarnia said hush, for his wife's sake, and so we hushed, and Sarnia's wife doesn't know even now.

I thought a lot of Lil, as much almost as if she'd been my own; and lots o' times, when I think of it, I sit up straight, and the thing freezes me; and I want to get Marchand by the scruff of the neck.

I got a horse, the worst that ever was--so bad I haven't had the heart to ride him or sell him.

He's so bad he makes me laugh.