There is peace in the swamp, though the quiet is Death

And he says that the mountains are fairer For once being held in your thought;

Later, when we were forced to accept the fact that finding gold was really the primary object of a gold-mining company, we still remained there

Howbeit, though no scholar, I am not one of those who misuse the English speech, and, being foolishly led by the hasty custom of scriveners and printers to write the letters "T" and "H" joined together, which resembleth a "Y," do …

And then, for an old man like me, it's not exactly right, This kind o' playing soldier with no enemy in sight.

Well, no offense: Thar ain't no sense In gittin' riled.

Don't be too quick To break bad habits: better stick, Like the Mission folk, to your arsenic.