Some of the men called Sol lazy, but he defended himself.

"The good God made different kinds of people and they live different kinds of lives," said he.

"Mine suits me and harms nobody." Ross said he was right, and Sol became a hunter and scout for the settlement.
There was no lack of food.

They yet had a good supply of the provisions brought with them from the other side of the mountains, but they saved them for a possible time of scarcity.

Why should they use this store when they could kill all the game they needed within a mile of their own house smoke?
Now Henry tasted the delights of buffalo tongue and beaver tail, venison, wild turkey, fried squirrel, wild goose, wild duck and a dozen kinds of fish.