LXXXIV
He hates contentions—can't abide
a wrangle er dispute
O' any kind; and he 'ull slide
out of a crowd and skoot
Up some back-alley 'fore he'll stand
and listen to a furse
When ary one's got upper-hand
and t' other one's got worse.
LXXXV
Doc says: "I 'spise, when pore and weak
and awk'ard talkers fails,
To see it's them with hardest cheek
and loudest mouth prevails.—
A' all-one-sided quarr'l'll make
me biased, mighty near,—
'Cause ginerly the side I take's
the one I never hear."
LXXXVI
What 'peals to Doc the most and best
is "seein' folks agreed,
And takin' ekal interest
and universal heed
O' ever'body else's words
and idies—same as we
Wuz glad and chirpy as the birds—
jes as we'd ort to be!"
LXXXVII
And paterotic! Like to git
Doc started, full and fair,
About the war, and why 't 'uz fit,
and what wuz 'complished there;
"And who wuz wrong," says Doc, "er
right, 't 'uz waste o' blood and tears,
All prophesied in Black and White fer
years and years and years!"