We're out on the frontier, where every man looks after himself.

Your being a minister won't protect you here where every man wears a knife and a tomahawk, and where most of them are desperadoes.

Cut out that soft voice and most of your gentle ways, and be a little more like your brother.

Be as kind as you like, and preach all you want to; but when some of these buckskin-legged frontiermen try to walk all over you, as they will, take your own part in a way you have never taken it before.

I had my lesson the first few days out with that wagon-train.