Exposure, no doubt." "Over eating of too much rich food, you mean," laughed the Harvester.
"I'd like to see any man expose his body to more differing extremes of weather than I do, and I'm never sick.

It's because I am my own cook and so I live mostly on fruits, vegetables, bread, milk, and eggs, a few fish from the lake, a little game once in a great while or a chicken, and no hot drinks; plenty of fresh water, air, and continuous work out of doors.

That's the prescription! I'd be ashamed to have rheumatism at your age.

There's food in the cupboard if you grow hungry.

I am going past one of the neighbours on my way to see about some work I want her to do." The Harvester stopped for lunch, carried food to Belshazzar, and started straight across country, his mattock, with a bag rolled around the handle, on his shoulder.