"Say, mister," said she, "how tall are you ?" "About six feet, I think." "Hum! That's just about how tall my first husband was.

You look some like him in the face, too.

Say, he was the fightin'est man in Pike.

How come him to get killed was a diffikilty with his brother-in-law, a Dutchman that kept a saloon and couldn't talk English.

Jim, he went in there to get a bite to eat and asked this Dutchman what he could set up.
Paul--that was the Dutchman's name--he says, 'Well, we got dawg--mallard dawg, and red head dawg, and canvas back dawg--what's the kind of dawg you like, Chim ?' "My husband thought he was pokin' fun at him, talkin' about eatin' dawg--not knowin' the Dutchman was tryin' to say 'duck,' and couldn't.
'I might have a piece of duck,' said Jim, 'bit I ain't eatin' no dawg.' "'I _said_ dawg,' says Paul, still a-tryin' to say 'duck.' "'I know you did,' says Jim, and then they clinched.