Embowered in pines, it rather resembled, seen from a distance, the eyrie of some huge eagle, than the abode of human beings, though eagles' eyries are not generally roofed in, with poles and clapboards.
The hut was very small, but not as low pitched as usual, and the place had about it an air of wild comfort, which made it a pleasant object in the otherwise unbroken landscape of pines, and huge rocks, and browling streams which stretched around it.

The door was approached by a path which wound up the hill; and a small shed behind a clump of firs was visible--apparently the residence of Cloud.
Verty carefully attended to his horse, and then ascended the hill toward the hut, from whose chimney a delicate smoke ascended.
He was met at the door by an old Indian woman, who seemed to have reached the age of three-score at least.

She was clad in the ordinary linsey of the period; and the long hair falling upon her shoulders was scarcely touched with grey.

She wore beads and other simple trinkets, and the expression of her countenance was very calm and collected.
Verty approached her with a bright smile, and taking her hand in his own, placed it upon his head; then saying something in the Delaware tongue, he entered the hut.
Within, the mountain dwelling was as wild as without.

From the brown beams overhead were suspended strings of onions, tin vessels, bridles, dried venison, and a thousand other things, mingled in inextricable confusion.