Rough and Tumble

Sousing eyestring feelers

“I felt mighty skittish and jubus uv Davis, fur he was allers a-swaggerin', and cavortin', and boastin' about, tellin' how many men he'd licked, and so on. But I were mad as flugence, and didn't care a dried-apple cuss whether I lived ur died. I jumped into the ring; 'Verbum sat,' says I, and slapped my hands aginst my hips, and crowed like a game-roost…