He had little fear of Indians in the western part of Kentucky, where they seldom ranged, but he thought it wise to put a slight restraint upon the exuberance of youth.
They camped that night about fifteen miles from Wareville under the shadow of a great, overhanging rock, where they cooked some squirrels that the shiftless one shot, in a tall tree.

The schoolmaster upon this occasion constituted himself cook.
"There is a popular belief," he said when he asserted his place, "that a man of books is of no practical use in the world.

I hereby intend to give a living demonstration to the contrary." Ross built the fire, and while the schoolmaster set himself to his task, Henry and Paul took their fish hooks and lines and went down to the creek that flowed near.

It was so easy to catch perch and other fish that there was no sport in it, and as soon as they had enough for supper and breakfast they went back to the fire where the tempting odors that arose indicated the truth of the schoolmaster's assertion.

The squirrels were done to a turn, and no doubt of his ability remained.
Supper over, they made themselves beds of boughs under the shadow of the rock, while the horses were tethered near.