“I never addressed myself in the language of decency and friendship to
a woman, whether civilized or savage, without receiving a decent and
friendly answer. With man it has often been otherwise,--in wandering
over the barren plains of inhospitable Denmark, through honest Sweden,
frozen Lapland, rude and churlish Finland, unprincipled Russia, and the
wide-spread regions of the wandering Tartar, if hungry, dry, cold, wet,
or sick, woman has ever been friendly to me,--and uniformly so; and to
add to this virtue, so worthy the appellation of benevolence, these
actions have been performed in so kind a manner, that if I was dry, I
drank the sweet draught,--and if hungry, ate the coarse morsel with a
double relish.”