I Wouldn't Give A Tinker's

In This Situation I Was Constantly Exposed To Danger And Death.

I Wouldn't Give A Tinker's Damn For A Man Who Isn't Sometimes Afraid. Fear's The Spice That Makes It Interesting To Go Ahead.

Let Peace, Descending From Her Native Heaven, Bid Her Olives Spring Amidst The Joyful Nations; And Plenty, In League With Commerce, Scatter Blessings From Her Copious Hand!

No, I Never Did Get Lost, But I Was Bewildered For Three Days Once.

I Was Happy In The Midst Of Dangers And Inconveniences.