Why, that bullet didn't dent his skull.

It said to itself when it came smack up against the bone: 'This is too tough for me, I guess I'll go 'roun'.' An' it did go 'roun'.

You can see whar it come out of the flesh on the other side.

Why, by the time Sam was fourteen years old we quit splittin' old boards with an axe or a hatchet.

We jest let Sam set on a log an' we split 'em over his head.