He possessed the daring of the typical Kentuckian, with the dead calm of the stoic philosopher; imperturbable; never vexed or querulous or excited; denying himself none of the indulgences of the gentleman of leisure.
Watterson describes a man who embodies both the adventurous spirit and calm demeanor typical of Kentuckians.
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O Liberty,” cried Madame Roland, “how many crimes are committed in thy name!” “O Churchism,” may I not say, “how much nonsense is trolled off in thy name!
It is love—love through grace of God—truth where we can find it—which shall irradiate the life that is.
Socialism, disappointed of its Utopia, may then repeat the familiar lesson and reproduce the man-on-horseback, or the world may drop into another abyss, and, after the ensuing “dark ages,” like those that swallowed Babylon and Tyre, Greece…
Yet it is after all a figure of speech not a personality that appeals to our sense of duty without necessarily engaging our affection.
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