"I heard Doctor Jackson describe himself that way the other day." Well, speaking personal, I never had smelled none of roses.

I wasn't nothing but trash myself, so being a gentleman didn't bother me one way or the other.

The only reason I didn't want to see them niggers bunked so very bad was only jest because it was such a low-down, ornery kind of trick.
"It ain't too late," I says, "to pull out of this nigger scheme yet and get into something more honest." "I don't know," he says thoughtful.

"I think perhaps it IS too late." And he sets there looking like a man that is going over a good many years of life in his mind.

Purty soon he says: "As far as honesty goes--it isn't that so much, O Daniel-come-to-judgment! It's about as honest as most medicine games.
It's--" He stopped and frowned agin.
"What is it ?" "It's their being NIGGERS," he says.
That made the difference fur me, too.