An' that enemy th' greatest fighters that ever th' sun shined on.

You know we men that fighted Injuns knows what they was made of.

All this talk 'bout Injuns not bein' fighters, an' not bein' game, an' one white man bein' as good as ten Injuns, makes me feel like th' organ-grinder Dago what said, 'It makes me sick, an' makes th' monkey sick, too!' "Well, to git back.

Gee, you fellers'll think I'm a Williams J.Bryant runnin' f'r President.

Notice I said runnin'! No, I ain't tryin' t' be funny.