Cyrenus Presly always loves to talk, and he always looks on the dark side of things, and he riz up and said “he didn’t believe nothin’ could be done, for by all he’d read about ’em, the men had tried everything possible to keep wimmen down where they ort to be, they had turned deaf ears to their complaints, wouldn’t hear one word they said, they had tried drivin’ and draggin’ and insults of all kinds, and breakin’ their bones, and imprisonment, and stuffin’ ’em with rubber tubes, thrust through their nose down into their throats. And he couldn’t think of a thing more that could be done by men, and keep the position men always had held as wimmen’s gardeens and protectors, and he said he thought men might jest as well keep still and let ’em go on and bring the world to ruin, for that was what they wuz bound to do, and they couldn’t be stopped unless they wuz killed off.” Phileman Huffstater is a old bachelder, and hates wimmen. He had been on a drunk and looked dretful, tobacco juice runnin’ down his face, his red hair all towsled up, and his clothes stiff with dirt. He wuzn’t invited, but had come of his own accord. He had to hang onto the seat in front of him as he riz up and said: “He believed that wuz the best and only way out on’t, for men to rise up and kill off the weaker sect, for their wuzn’t never no trouble of any name or nater, but what wimmen wuz to the bottom on’t, and the world would be better off without ’em.” But Philander scorfed at him and reminded him that such hullsale doin’s would put an end to the world’s bein’ populated at all. But Phileman said in a hicuppin’, maudlin way that “the world had better stop, if there had got to be such doin’s, wimmen risin’ up on every side, and pretendin’ to be equal with men.” Here his knee jints kinder gin out under him, and he slid down onto the seat and went to sleep. I guess the members wuz kinder shamed of Phileman, for Lime Peedick jumped up quick as scat and said, “It seemed the Englishmen had tried most everything else, and he wondered how it would work if them militant wimmen could be ketched and a dose of sunthin’ bitter and sickenin’ poured down ’em. Every time they broached that loathsome doctrine of equal rights, and tried to make lawmakers listen to their petitions, jest ketch ’em and pour down ’em a big dose of wormwood or sunthin’ else bitter and sickenin’, and he guessed they would git tired on’t.” But here Josiah jumped up quick and said, “he objected,” he said, “that would endanger the right wimmen always had, and ort to have of cookin’ good vittles for men and doin’ their housework, and bearin’ and bringin’ up their children, and makin’ and mendin’ and waitin’ on ’em. He said nothin’ short of a Gatlin gun could keep Samantha from speakin’ her mind about such things, and he wuzn’t willin’ to have her made sick to the stomach, and incapacitated from cookin’ by any such proceedin’s.”