Oh, how pathetically she had wished and wished to be a man and take her place out in the world fighting its battles, instead of poor little me who could never be anything but a homebody to worship the great, strong, red-blooded men who did the fighting and carried on great industries-not even an athletic girl like those dear things up ahead-and this horse is bobbing up and down like that on purpose, just to make poor little me giddy, and so forth.
"Somewhere in Red Gap"
Harry Leon Wilson