Dress him up in a dead man's skin, and it frightens him near about to death.
You'll hear him screetch for a mile a'most, so 'tarnally skeered.

And the best of the fun is, that all the rest of the herd, bulls, cows, and calves, run away from him, jist as if he was a panther." "Fun, Sir! Do you call this fun ?" "Why sartainly I do.

Ain't it better nor whippin' to death?
"What's a Stole arter all?
It's nothin' but a coat.

Philosophizin' on it, Stranger, there is nothin' to shock a man.

The dead don't feel.
Skinnin', then, ain't cruel, nor is it immoral.