The principle involved deserves to be heartily recommended.

Dick never heard of the lines, but he knew the principle well, so he began to "never mind it" by sitting down beside his companions and whistling vociferously.

As the wind rendered this a difficult feat, he took to singing instead.

After that he said, "Let's eat a bite, Joe, and then go to bed." "Be all means," said Joe, who produced a mass of dried deer's meat from a wallet.
"It's cold grub," said Dick, "and tough." But the hunters' teeth were sharp and strong, so they ate a hearty supper and washed it down with a drink of rain water collected from a pool on the top of their hut.

They now tried to sleep, for the night was advancing, and it was so dark that they could scarce see their hands when held up before their faces.