THE PASHUNT MAN.
The pashunt man never sez “dam it,” however much he may think so.
He iz so well-ballanced that it takes at least fifty pounds ov musketeze tew turn hiz skales.
He kan’t tell yu what makes him so pashunt if yu ask him; it may be nothing but numbness after all.
Pashunce iz like enny other virtew, its value konsists in its power tew resist temptashun.
It ain’t but little trubble for a graven image tew be pashunt, not even in fly time.
Real pashunce stands amung the virtews, like genius amung the gifts; in fakt, pashunce, iz the genius ov virtew.
The best thing i kno ov, tew try a man’s pashunce on, iz a kicking heifer, if he finds himself praying for the heifer every time she kicks, he haz got pashunce on the heart, and brain both.