I'm to be a man just as you're a man.

You went your way; well, I'm going mine! I'm going to be a lawyer, like--like Ludwell Cary at Greenwood.

I'm not afraid of your horse-whip.

Strike, and be damned to you! You can break every colt in the country, but you can't break me! I've seen you strike my mother, too!" "Way down in New Orleans, Beneath an orange tree, Beside the lapping water, Upon the old levee, A-laughing in the moonlight, There sits the girl for me!" sang Gaudylock.
"She's sweeter than the jasmine, Her name it is Delphine." The day wore on, the land grew level, and the clearings more frequent.
Stretches of stacked corn appeared like tented plains, brown and silent encampments of the autumn; and tobacco-houses rose from the fields whence the weed had been cut.

Blue smoke hung in wreaths above the high roofs, for it was firing-time.