They were very poor, but God had brought us to them-- I appreciated this afterward.

At the time I merely caught at the word "meat." It seemed to me I could have eaten the animal entire, hide, hoofs, and tallow.

As a matter of fact, it was mighty lucky they didn't have any meat.

If they had, we'd probably have killed ourselves with it.

I suppose the calabash was about the best thing for us under the circumstances.
The Mexican went out to hunt up his horse.