Badgers, you saveys, is sour, sullen, an' lonesome.

An' a badger's feelin's is allers hurt about something; you never meets up with him when he ain't hostile an' half-way bent for war.

Which it's the habit of these yere morose badgers to spend a heap of their time settin' half in an' half outen their holes, considerin' the scenery in a dissatisfied way like they has some grudge ag'inst it.

An' if you approaches a badger while thus employed he tries to run a blazer on you; he'll show his teeth an' stand pat like he meditates trouble.

When you've come up within thirty feet he changes his mind an' disappears back'ard into his hole; but all malignant an' reluctant.
"Now, while Coyote saveys wolves, he's a heap dark on badgers that a-way.