He was intended to be nineteen feet high, no doubt, if his foot was made first, but he didn't get there; he was only five feet ten.

That's what he was, and that's what he is.

You take the lies out of him, and he'll shrink to the size of your hat; you take the malice out of him, and he'll disappear.
That "Cyclone" was a rattler to go, and the sweetest thing to steer that ever walked the waters.

Set her amidships, in a big river, and just let her go; it was all you had to do.

She would hold herself on a star all night, if you let her alone.