What cannot stand must fall; and the measure of our sincerity and therefore of the respect of men, is the amount of health and wea...lth we will hazard in the defence of our right. An old farmer, my neighbor across the fence, when I ask him if he is not going to town-meeting, says: "No, 't is no use balloting, for it will not stay; but what you do with the gun will stay so."LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Hast thou named all the birds without a gun? Loved the wood rose, and left it on its stalk?... At rich men's tables eaten bread and pulse? Unarmed, faced danger with a heart of trust?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
We've had enough of this Wichita. We're going to a brand-new, two-fisted, rip- snorting country full of Indians, rattlesnakes, gun...-toters and desperadoes. Whoopee!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
The cowboy ... is well on his way to becoming a figure of magnificent proportions. Bowlegged and gaunt, he stands as the apotheosi...s of manly perfection. Songs, novels, movies, magazines, and operettas have made the least inquiring of us well acquainted with his extraordinary courage, unfailing gallantry, and uncanny skill with gun or lariat. The farmer, meanwhile, sits stolidly on his tractor, bereft of romance and adventure.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
When the Revolutionaries ran short of gun wadding the Rev. James Caldwell ... broke open the church doors and seized an armful of ...Watts' hymnbooks. The preacher threw them to the soldiers and shouted, "Give 'em Watts, boys--give 'em Watts!"LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Once, when dust rolled up from the road and the fields were high with heavy-handled wheat and the leaves of every tree were gray a...nd curledup and hung head down, I went in the meadow with an old broom like a gun, where the dandelions had begun to seed and the low ground was cracked, and I flushed grasshoppers from the goldenrod in whirring clouds like quail and shot them down. I smelled wheat in the warm wind and every weed. I tasted dust in my mouth.... I hunted Horse Simon in the shade of a tree. I rode the broom over the brown meadow grass and with a fist like pistol butt and trigger shot the Indian on Horse Simon down.... My horse had a golden tail. Dust rolled up behind. He was on the tractor in a broad-brimmed hat. With a fist like a pistol butt and trigger, going fast, I shot him down.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »