“Fella says today, 'Depression is over. I seen a jackrabbit, an' they wasn't nobody after him.' An' another fella says, 'That aint the reason. Can't afford to kill jackrabbits no more. Catch 'em and milk 'em an' turn 'em loose. One you seen prob'ly gone dry.”

“Fella had a team of horses, had to use'em to plow an' cultivate an' mow, wouldn't think a turnin' 'em out to starve when they wasn't workin'.Them's horses - we're men.”

“Well, you know what they say. If you can't join 'em, beat 'em.”

“Women!” he muttered. “Can't live with 'em, can't escape even by killing 'em.”

“French Revolution- all them fellas the figgered her out got their heads chopped off. Always that way, jus as natural as rain. You didn't do it for fun no way. Doin' it cause you have to. Cause it's you. Look a Washington; Fit the Revolution an' after, them sons-a-bitches turned on him. An' Lincoln the same. Same folks yellin' to kill 'em. Natural as rain.”

“They used to say of me that I'd as many lucky escapes as Harry Smith!''Shouldn't be at all surprised: I've seen one of 'em myself,' Brough said cryptically.”