Alfred Henry Lewis > Quotes

“Badgers is big people an' strong as ponies too. An' obdurate! Son, a badger is that decided an' set in his way that sech feather-blown things as hills is excitable an' vacillatin' by comparison.”
― Alfred Henry Lewis, Wolfville Nights

“Speakin' of the Jones an' Plummer trail, I once hears a dance-hall girl who volunteers some songs over in a Tucson hurdygurdy, an' that maiden sort o' dims my sights some. First, she gives us The Dying Ranger, the same bein' enough of itse'f to start a sob or two; speshul when folks is, as Colonel Sterett says, 'a leetle drinkin'.' Then when the public clamours for more she sings something which begins: "'Thar's many a boy who once follows the herds,
    On the Jones an' Plummer trail;
  Some dies of drink an' some of lead,
  An' some over kyards, an' none in bed;
  But they're dead game sports, so with naught but good words,
    We gives 'em "Farewell an' hail."'
"Son, this sonnet brings down mem'ries; and they so stirs me I has to vamos that hurdygurdy to keep my emotions from stampedin' into tears. Shore, thar's soft spots in me the same as in oilier gents; an' that melody a-makin' of references to the old Jones an' Plummer days comes mighty clost to meltin' everything about me but my guns an' spurs.”
― Alfred Henry Lewis, Wolfville Nights

“I partakes of that dog—some. I don't nacherally lay for said repast wide-jawed, full-toothed an' reemorseless, like it's flapjacks—I don't gorge myse'f none; but when I'm in Rome, I strings my chips with the Romans like the good book says, an' so I sort o' eats baked dog with the Utes.”
― Alfred Henry Lewis, Wolfville Nights

“Also, I'm freighted to the limit with the tenderfoot's usual outfit of misinformation”
― Alfred Henry Lewis, Wolfville Nights