When a man couldn't git no reputation any other way, he'd come erlong and whupped my husband.

I got right tired of it." "I should think you might." "Yes, and me the wife of two real men befo' then.

If ever a woman had hard luck the same is me," she went on.

"I had eight chillen by my two husbands that was real men, and every one of them died, or got killed like a man, or went West like a man--exceptin' this thing here, the son of that there Danny Calkins.

Why, he's afraid to go coon huntin' at night for fear the cats'll get him.