"I'll accommodate you with all the fight you want." "Did it ever occur to you," began the Judge again, addressing the crowd generally, as he moved back to the stove and lit another cigar, "did it ever occur to you that it is a little singular a man should get bald on the _top_ of his head first?
Curious fact.

So accustomed to it we no longer wonder at it.

Now see the Colonel there.

Quite a growth of hair on his clapboarding, as it were, but devilish thin on his roof." Here the Colonel looked up and tried to say something, but the Judge went on imperturbably: "Now, I take it that it's strictly providential that a man gets bald on top of his head first, because, if he _must_ get bald, it is best to get bald where it can be covered up." "By jinks, that's a fact!" said Foster, in high admiration of the Judge's ratiocination.

Steve was specially pleased, and, drawing a neck-yoke from a barrel standing near, pounded the floor vigorously.
"Talking about being bald," put in Foster, "reminds me of a scheme of mine, which is to send no one out to fight Indians but bald men.