" I didn't come up here to talk about this, and p'raps it
aint the right time to do it, but there's no use backin' down
when you begin. I've got a consait that men and women
ain't bmlt out of the same kind of timber. Look at my
hand — a great pile o' bones covered with brown luther,
with the hair on, — ^and then look at yourn. White oak
aint bass, is it ? Every man's hand aint so black as mine,
and every woman's aint so white as yourn, but there's
always difference .enough to show, and there's jest as much
odds in their doin's and dispositions as there is in their
hands. I know what women be. I've wintered and sum-
mered with 'em, and, take 'em by and large, they're better'n
men. Now and then a feller gets hitched to a hedgehog,
but most of 'em get a woman that's too good for 'em.
