I will draw a veil over the language i used, and the things i did, but i
went in to win, _and won_.
That heifer never bekum a cow.
This iz one way tew brake a kicking heifer, and after a man haz studdyed
all the books in kreashun on the subjek, and tried them on, he will fall
back onto mi plan, and make up hiz mind, az i did, that a kicking heifer
iz wuth more for beef than she iz for theoretick milk.
I hav worked on a pharm just long enuff tew kno that thare iz no prayers
so good for poor land az manure, and no theory kan beat twelve hours
each day, (sundaze excepted) of honest labour applied tew the sile.
I am an old phashioned phellow, and hartily hate most nu things, bekauze
i hav bin beat bi them so often.
I never knu a pharm that waz worked pretty mutch by theory, but what waz
for sale, or to let, in a fu years, and i never knu a pharm that waz
worked by manure, and muscle, on the good old ignorant way ov our
ansestors, but what waz handed down, from father to son, and alwus waz
noted for razing brawny armed boys, and buxom lasses, and fust rate
potatoze.
What i kno about pharmin, iz nothing but experiense, and experiense,
(now daze,) aint wuth a kuss.
I had rather hav a good looking theory, tew ketch flats with, than the
experiense--even ov Methuseler.
Experiense iz a good thing tew lay down and die with, but yu kant do no
big bizzness with it, (now daze,) it aint hot enuff.
Giv me a red hot humbug, and i kan make most ov the experiense, in this
world ashamed ov itself.