The half of them are too poor to own a mule.

They eat hog and hominy the year around, and are thankful to get it.

Their clothes are fearfully and wonderfully made, but for all that they don't give up and think life isn't worth living." As the two young fellows talked on in this strain I named them Growler and Cheery, because the one was so determined to look on the dark side, while the other took a cheerful view of everything.

Growler continued to lounge on the ground, looking with careless interest at Cheery, who was preparing dinner.
The dinner was in a small tin box which he took from his coat pocket.
Opening it he disclosed some eatables very compactly put in.

He took out several articles and set them on the ground in front of him.