which was —

“Because the bush is in your way. Now — this way — now you see, don’t you?”

“Yes. Well, there is company there, I reckon. Better give it up.”

“Give it up, and I just leaving this country forever! Give it up and maybe never have another chance. I tell you again, as I’ve told you before, I don’t care for her swag — you may have it. But her husband was rough on me — many times he was rough on me — and mainly he was the justice of the peace that jugged me for a vagrant. And that ain’t all. It ain’t a millionth part of it!

He had me horsewhipped! — horsewhipped in front of the jail, like a nigger! — with all the town looking on! Horsewhipped! —