You oughtn't to hate work.

Hard work makes for what I reckon you like in a man, but don't understand.

As I look back over my life--an' let me say, young fellar, it's been a tough one--what I remember most an' feel best over are the hardest jobs I ever did, an' those that cost the most sweat an' blood." As Wade warmed to his subject, hoping to sow a good seed in Belllounds's mind, he saw that he was wasting his earnestness.

Belllounds did not keep to the train of thought.

His mind wandered, and now he was examining Wade's rifle.
"Old Henry forty-four," he said.