John's sister is a widow, a lively, merry woman, and proved rare company for me.

Afterwards we rode until the sun was nigh setting, when we came to a little hut on the shore of a broad lake at a place called Massapog.

It had been dwelt in by a white family formerly, but it was now empty, and much decayed in the roof, and as we did ride up to it we saw a wild animal of some sort leap out of one of its windows, and run into the pines.

Here Mr.Easton said we must make shift to tarry through the night, as it was many miles to the house of a white man.

So, getting off our horses, we went into the hut, which had but one room, with loose boards for a floor; and as we sat there in the twilight, it looked dismal enough; but presently Mr.Easton, coming in with a great load of dried boughs, struck a light in the stone fireplace, and we soon had a roaring fire.