The loins of one animal were cooking on turnspits and a big pot of beef, onions and potatoes boiling over the fire when Jack arrived with the Bones family.
"It smells good here," said Jack.
"Ayes! The air be gittin' the right scent on it," said Solomon, as he was ripping the hide off the other steer.

"I reckon it'll start the sap in their mouths.

You roll out the rum bar'l an' stave it in.

Mis' Bones knows how to shoot.

Put her in the shed with yer mother an' the guns, an' take her young 'uns to the sugar shanty 'cept Isr'el who's big 'nough to help." A little later Solomon left the fire.