And this is one of the true secrets of my being a poor man to the present day.

But it is my way.

And while it has often left me with an empty purse, yet it has never left my heart empty of consolations which money couldn't buy; the consolation of having sometimes fed the hungry and covered the naked.

I gave all my deer away except a small part, which I kept for myself, and just sufficient to make a good supper for my mess." The next day, in their march, they came upon a drove of swine, which belonged to a Cherokee farmer.

The whites were as little disposed as were the Indians, in this war, to pay any respect to private property.
Hundreds of rifles were aimed at the poor pigs, and their squealing indicated that they had a very hard time of it.