Or his voice kinder soothin' and patronizin' tellin' the female dove to go out and shirk round on the water and see if it wuz safe for the males in the party to go out.

Oh, how nateral that would sound to wimmen, soundin' out through the centuries.
And on and on down the long years, Job's voice complainin' of the bitter comfort of his friend's familiar talk.

He'd stood losin' family and fortune and had stood biles but the seven days' visitation and the "I told-you-sos" and the advice of well wishers wuz too much for him.
And Solomon's talk to Miss Sheba and hem to him.

And Daniel's talk by the deep waters, and mebby the Great Voice that said to him: "Understand!" And brave Queen Esther's voice facin' her enemies and a drunken king, and sweet Ruth's, and Paul's incomparable words, and St.John's.

Or the lofty voices of the Patriot fathers as they nobly shrieked for freedom as they threw their pardner's tea overboard, while they hung onto their whiskey and tobacco that wuz taxed twice as high.
Oh, how their impassioned cries for liberty, and how they would willin'ly sacrifice their wives favorite beveridge ruther than to yield to the tyrant.