On all kinds of eatables, they seize:
And he who could not get a share,
Sprang to the hills like dogs for hare;
There shot the sheep, and made them fall,
Whirl’d off the skin and that was all;
Struck up fires and broil’d the flesh,
With salt and pepper, did not fash.
This did enrage the Cam’ron’s chief,
To see his men so play the thief;
And finding one into the act,