"What are you here for?" says the governor.
"For runnin' away with a woman, yer honor!" says the man.
"Bless my soul!" says the governor, "is that so? I must send you a pardon. I don't see how a man so homely as you could ever get a wife unless he ran away with one."
A cage or two farther on was occupied by a big, husky chap.
"What are you here for?" says the governor.
"I'm here for my health, governor," says the man.
"How's that?" asks the governor.
"Well, you see, I had six wives, governor."