But give me the subject and a horn of lignum vitae (of the wickedest kind), and then let a feller rile me, so as to get my back up like a fightin' cat's, and I'll tell you what I'd do, I'd sarve him as our Slickville boys sarve the cows to California.

One on 'em lays hold of the tail, and the other skins her as she runs strait an eend.

Next year, it's all growed ready for another flayin'.

Fact, I assure you.

Lord! I'd skin a feller so, his hide would never grow agin; I'd make a caution of him to sinners, I know.
"Only hear them fellers now talk of extendin' of the representation; why the house is a mob now, plaguy little better, I assure you.