He has spent there the half day that he allowed to himself, and now on the return journey has left the vale far behind him.

I told you how sensitive he was to the changes of the weather, and he knew it was coming several hours before it arrived.

He sought at once protection, probably a cleft in the rock, or an opening of two or three feet under a stony ledge.

He is lying there now, just as snug and safe as you please, while this storm, which covers a vast area, rages over his head.

There is much that is primeval in Tayoga, and his comfort and safety make him fairly enjoy the storm.