This he then laid on the snow to freeze.

The remainder of the beans were left in the pot for breakfast.
It was past nine o'clock, and they were ready for bed.

The squabbling and bickering among the dogs had long since died down, and the weary animals were curled in the snow, each with his feet and nose bunched together and covered by his wolf's brush of a tail.

Kama spread his sleeping-furs and lighted his pipe.

Daylight rolled a brown-paper cigarette, and the second conversation of the evening took place.
"I think we come near sixty miles," said Daylight.
"Um, I t'ink so," said Kama.
They rolled into their robes, all-standing, each with a woolen Mackinaw jacket on in place of the parkas[5] they had worn all day.