mistaken in a fellow's looks in all my life."

"Wait till he does offend you then."

"Well, I'm willing to do that, for I know the time will come. I'm
always sure, when I first see a man, to know whether I'll have to
flog him or not. There's a something that tells me so. Isn't that
very singular, Bill?"

"No! you form a prejudice against a man, fancy that you ought to
whip him, and then never rest till you've done so. You'll find your
match some day."

"What! you think some other chap will fancy he ought to whip me?
Well--maybe so. But this ain't the fellow to do that."

"He's a stout man, and I reckon strong. Besides, Ned, he's very
handsome."

"Handsome! Lord, Bill, what a taste you have? How can a man be
called handsome that never altogether opens his eyes, except when
he turns up the whites until you'd think he'd never be able to get
the balls back to their proper place? Then, what a chin he has--as
sharp as a pitchfork, and who but a girl child would fancy a man
with his hair combed sleek like a woman's on each side of his ears,
with big whiskers at the same time that looks for all the world
like the brush of a seven years running fox, Handsome! If my pup
'Dragon' was only half so much like a beast, I'd plump him into
the horsepond!"