The main body of the farm, which was densely wooded, lay upon the eastern bank of a small, sluggish river, with broad, marshy bottom-lands.

The cabin, which had been put up the year before on a small clearing, stood on an eminence just above this river, and was five miles away from any other human habitation.

It consisted of two rooms and a small loft above.

One of these rooms had only a ground floor.

The windows were not glazed.
The last thirty miles of the journey to this wild region had been performed in a wagon, which contained their furniture and a small supply of provisions.
The first night spent in this lonely, cheerless place was one that brought no very pleasant reflections to either Parker or his wife.
He was disappointed in his expectations, and she felt as if a heavy hand were pressing upon her bosom.
But there they were, and the only thing for them to do was to make the best of what was in their hands.