And not at all proud—No, Sir—all on him grit! (Affectionately.)
Jess you wait till he hears I'm around, and you mark the reception I git!
For us two were such chums As ye don't often find.
Lord! the way it all comes Scrouging in on my mind!—
(Abruptly.) This dern sun is that pesky an' strong, it's enough for to strike a man blind!
(Here you should convey the idea that this is a mere excuse for a not
unmanly emotion; this is generally done by wiping the eye surreptitiously
on the coat-sleeve.)
A freehandeder cuss Never stepped on a street.
Which he'd raise such a fuss, When we happened to meet—