You bring a pair o' steers right here handy.

We'll rip their hides off an' git the reek o' vittles in the air soon as God'll let us." "My wife can use a gun as well as I can and I'm afraid she won't go," said Irons.
"All right, let her hide somewhar nigh with the guns," said Solomon.
"The oldest gal kin go back with the young 'uns.

Don't want no skirts in sight when they git here." Mrs.Irons hid in the shed with the loaded guns.
Ruth Irons and the children set out for the sugar bush.

The steers were quickly led up and slaughtered.

As a hide ripper, Solomon was a man of experience.