Nothin' to do but what Selinda had got to ride a camel.
She hung back and acted 'fraid.

She hain't a bit well, for all she is so fat.

She has real dizzy spells sometimes, and is that cowardly that she'd be 'fraid to ride a cow, let alone one of them tall, humbly monsters.

But nothin' to do but what Bizer would have his way.
He did it jest to go ahead of us, and I knew it, for I put my foot right down in the first on't.
Josiah would a paid out the money willin'ly ruther than had Bizer go ahead of him.
Bizer said he wanted to give Selinda all the enjoyment he could while on her tower, she had been shet up so much, and hadn't had the pleasures she ort to had.
I knew his motives and Selinda's feelin's, but couldn't break it up, for Selinda had always follered Elder Minkley's orders strict, that he gin her at the altar-- "Wives, obey your husbands." She didn't rebel outward, but she whispered to me in pitiful axents-- "I hate to ride that creeter--oh, how I hate to! But you know my principles," sez she; "you know I always said that wives ort to obey their pardners." And I sez, "When pardners and common sense conflict, I foller common sense every time.

Howsumever," sez I, "if you want to air them principles of yourn, you won't be apt to find a more lofty place to exhibit 'em." And I glanced up the gray precipitous sides of that camel, and she looked up 'em, too, with fear and tremblin', but begun to gird her lions, figgeratively speakin', to obey Bizer and embark.
She has always boasted to me and the other neighborin' wimmen that she has never disobeyed her husband once; and I sez to her cheerfully, "Wall, I have, and expect to agin, if the Lord spares my life." And so Miss Bobbet told her, and Miss Gowdy, and Miss Peedick, and all the rest.