It was a big arm and muscled and corded up some but I guess if I'd shoved the calico off mine and held it up he'd a pulled down his sleeve.

I suppose the feller's arm had a kind of a mule's kick in it, but, good gracious! If he'd a seen as many arms as you an' I have that have growed up on a hickory helve he'd a known that his was nothing to brag of.

I didn't know just how good a man Abe was and I was kind o' scairt for a minute.

I never found it so hard work to do nothin' as I did then.

Honest my hands kind o' ached.