The others were typical frontiersmen--lean, big of build, and strong.
The shiftless one curled himself into an easier position against a log, and regarded with interest a particularly juicy piece of the buffalo hump that lay on the grass some distance from him.
"Say, Saplin'," he drawled, "I wish you'd bring me that piece o' hump.

I think it would just suit my teeth." "Git it yourself," replied Saplin' indignantly.

"Do you think I'm goin' to cook for a lazy bag o' bones like you, an' then wait on you, too ?" "Well, I think you might," said Shif'less Sol sorrowfully.

"I'm pow'ful tired." "If I wuz to wait on you when you wuz tired, I'd wait on you all my life." "Which 'ud he puttin' yourself to a mighty good use," said Sol tolerantly.
"But if you won't bring it to me, I reckon I'll have to go after it." He rose, with every appearance of reluctance, and secured the buffalo meat.

But he stood with it in his hand and regarded the forest to the east, from which two figures were coming.