I feel now as if I were bound to relax." "The best thing you could do, and I'll take a turn between the blankets myself." Robert had a great sleep.

Some of the rooms in the blockhouse offered a high degree of frontier comfort, and he lay down upon a soft couch of skins.

A fine fire blazing upon a stone hearth dried his deerskin garments, and, when he awoke about noon, he was strong and thoroughly refreshed.

The snow was still falling heavily.

The wilderness in its white blanket was beautiful, but it did not look like a possible home to Robert now.