Taking position upon a nail-keg, he remarked, "Mr.Brown, you don't want to buy a first-rate wooden leg, do you?
I've got one that I've been wearing for two or three years, and I want to sell it.

I'm hard up for money; and although I'm attached to that leg, I'm willing to part with it so's I kin get the necessaries of life.

Legs are all well enough; they are handy to have around the house, and all that; but a man must attend to his stomach if he has to walk about on the small of his back.

Now, I'm going to make you an offer.

That leg is Fairchild's patent; steel springs, India-rubber joints, elastic toes and everything, and it's in better order now than it was when I bought it.