“He has my sympathy,” said Paul.

“What did them old-time fellers eat?” asked Jim Hart.

“Mostly vegetables and grain,” replied Paul.

“No wonder they’re dead,” said Jim Hart solemnly.  “I can’t fight an’ I can’t march good on anything but buffalo steak an’ venison an’ things uv that kind.  I has to have meat.”

Then Jim rose gravely, and looked at what he called his kitchen.

“‘Nough to last three or four weeks,” he said.  “We’ll shorely get fat an’ lazy layin’ roun’ here an’ doin’ nothin’ but eatin’ an’ sleepin’ an’ listenin’ to Paul’s tales.”

“You ought to appreciate your chance, Jim Hart,” said Shif’less Sol.  “Ef me an’ Paul wuz to work on you about a hundred years, maybe we might make you into a sort o’ imitation o’ a eddicated man.  But I reckon we’d have to work all the time.”

“You an eddicated man!” said Jim Hart indignantly.  “Why, readin’ a book is harder work to you than choppin’ wood, an’ they say you won’t chop wood ‘less two big, strong men stand by you an’ make you.”

“Never min’,” said Shif’less Sol complacently; “I know I ain’t had much chances to become eddicated, but I hev the natur’ o’ an eddicated man.  My mind jest glows at the idea uv learnin’, an’ I respecks eddication with a deep an’ lastin’ respeck.”

Then both stopped to hear Paul begin the story of Troy for the second time, but when he came to the death of Hector he would have to stop to let Shif’less Sol utter what he called a “few cuss words.”  Hector, like Hannibal, had the sympathy of everyone, and Sol spoke for them all when he said:  “‘Twa’n’t fair o’ that air goddess Minerver hoppin’ in an’ helpin’ A-Killus when Hector might hev a-slew him in a fair battle.  Women ain’t got no business mixin’ in a fight.  Whenever they do they allus help the wrong feller.  I’ve no doubt that ef me an’ Jim Hart was a-hittin’ an’ a-wrastlin’, an’ hevin’ the terriblest fight you ever heard on, ef any woman wuz to come along she’d pull me off the ornery, long-legged, knock-kneed, ugly Jim Hart—­an’ me a handsome man, too.”

“I wonder all the ice on the lake don’t melt when it sees your face, Sol Hyde,” retorted Jim Hart scornfully.

“I don’t think much uv them old Greeks an’ Trojans,” said Tom Ross, who seldom delivered himself at length. “’Pears to me they had pow’ful cur’us ways uv fightin’.  Think uv a feller, when he feels like takin’ a scalp, comin’ out before the hull army an’ beatin’ a big brass shield till it rattled like a tin pan, an’ then, when he got ’em all to lookin’ an’ listenin’, hollerin’ at the top uv his voice, ’I’m A-Killus, Defyer uv the Lightnin’, Slayer uv the Trojans, the terriblest fighter the world ever seed!  I pick up a ship in my right ban’, an’ throw it, with all the sailors in it, over a hill!  When I look at the sun, it goes out, skeered to death!  I’ve made more widders an’ orphans than any other ten thousan’ men that ever lived.’