He was a sportin' gent, an' that was his sportin' name.

He was one o' them all-round fellers.

Run! Say, he c'd make a jack-rabbit look like a fly in a tub o' butter.

He c'd jump higher'n this here roof, an' vault twic't as high.

An' them big shots an' weights that they put--I'd hate t' tell you how far he c'd put 'em.