He was a farmer, a blacksmith, a boatbuilder, a ferryman, a distiller, a tanner, and teh founder of an estate that was a town. He waited a long time to get married, but, when he did, he married three women of three different races on three successive days. He was a civilized man who sometimes painted his face and body and whooped and hollered with the loudest of them. And when he was in his nineties and he decided it was time to die, he greeted that event with the same Choctaw chuckle that had had borne him through life.