It's scarcer'n snowballs in hell--which ain't the point; but I take notice there ain't any man'll hate ye more'n the feller that knows he's acted mean to ye.

An' there ain't any feller more ready to fight yer battles than the chap that by some dum accident has hed the luck to help ye, even if he only done it to spite some one else--which 'minds me o' McCarthy's bull pup that saved the drowning kittens by mistake, and ever after was a fightin' cat protector, whereby he lost the chief joy o' his life, which had been cat-killin'.

An' the way they cured the cat o' eatin' squirrels was givin' her a litter o' squirrels to raise.
"I tell ye there's a lot o' common-sense an' kindness in the country, only it's so dum slow to git around; while the cussedness and meanness always acts like they felt the hell fire sizzlin' their hind-end whiskers, an' knowed they had jest so many minutes to live an' make a record.

There's where a man's smart that fixes things so he kin hold out a long time, fer the good stuff in men's minds is what lasts; and the feller what can stay with it hez proved hisself by stayin'.

How'd ye happen to tie up with the Injun, Rolf ?" "Do ye want me to tell it long or short ?" was the reply.