You tells me a jackass es obstinate.

Well, an' that's true in a way; and so's a hog.

Ef you wants quiet contrariness, a jackass or a hog'll both _sit out_ a bull; an' tho' you may cuss the pair till you sweats like a fuz'-bush on a dewy mornin', 'tes like heavin' bricks into a bott'mless pit.

But a bull ups an' lets 'ee know; there aint no loiterin' round an' arrangin' yer subjec' under heads when _he's_ about.

You don't get no pulpit; an', what's more, you don't stop to touch your hat when you makes your congees.