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into the earth and finding souvenirs of all the ages. We are finding
out something about the laws of health and disease. We are adding
years to the span of human life and we are making the world fit to live
in. That is what we are doing, and every man that has an honest thought
and expresses it, helps, and every man that tries to keep honest
thought from being expressed is an obstruction and a hindrance.

Now if men have been slaves what shall we say of women? They have been
the slaves of slaves. The meaner a man is, the better he thinks he is
than a woman. As a rule, you take an ignorant, brutal man--don't talk
to him about a woman governing him, he don't believe it--not he; and
nearly every religion of this world has been gallant enough to account
for all the trouble and misfortune we have had by the crime of woman.

Even if it is true, I do not care; I had rather live in a world full of
trouble with the woman I love than in heaven with nobody but men.
Nearly every religion accounts for all the trouble we have ever had by
the crime of woman. I recollect one book where I read an account of
what is called the creation--I am not giving the exact words, I will
give the substance of it. The supreme being thought best to make a
world and one man--never thought about making a woman at that time;
making a woman was a second thought, and I am free to admit that second
thoughts as a rule are best. He made this world and one man, and put
this man in a park, or garden, or public square, or whatever you might
call it, to dress and keep it. The man had nothing to do. He moped
around there as though he was waiting for a train. And the supreme
being noticed that he got lonesome--I am glad He did! It occurred to
Him that he would make a companion, and having made the world and one
man out of nothing, and having used up all the nothing, He had to take
a part of the man to start the woman with--I am not giving the exact
language, neither do I say this story is true. I do not know. I would
not want to deceive anybody.

So sleep fell upon this man, and they took from his side a rib--the
French would call it a cutlet. And out of that they made a woman, and
taking into consideration the amount and quality of the raw material
used, I look upon it as the most successful job ever accomplished in
this world. I am giving just a rough outline of this story. After He
got the woman done she was brought to the man--not to see ho