Kindness merely _expressed_ will not do, it must be _felt_.
"Hallo, boy, ye've bin i' the wars!" exclaimed Joe, raising himself from his task as Dick and Crusoe returned.
"You look more like it than I do," retorted Dick, laughing.
This was true, for cutting up a buffalo carcass with no other instrument than a large knife is no easy matter.

Yet western hunters and Indians can do it without cleaver or saw, in a way that would surprise a civilized butcher not a little.

Joe was covered with blood up to the elbows.

His hair, happening to have a knack of getting into his eyes, had been so often brushed off with bloody hands, that his whole visage was speckled with gore, and his dress was by no means immaculate.
While Dick related his adventure, or _mis_-adventure, with the bull, Joe and Henri completed the cutting out of the most delicate portions of the buffalo--namely, the hump on its shoulder--which is a choice piece, much finer than the best beef--and the tongue, and a few other parts.

The tongues of buffaloes are superior to those of domestic cattle.