Morning, noon
I found that my notion of just getting a plantation to settle down on , where I could make a living and be out of harm 's way , was n't the thing for this country , nohow . A man who comes here must pitch in and count for all he 's worth . It 's a regular ground-scuffle , open to all , and everybody choosing his own hold . Morning , noon , and night the world is awake and alive ; and if a man is n't awake too , it tramps on right over him and wipes him out , just as a stampeded buffalo herd goes over a hunter 's camp . `` Everybody is good-natured and in dead earnest . Every one that comes is welcome , and no questions asked . Kin and kin-in-law do n't count worth a cuss .