They were rude structures, but the people who occupied them, used all their lives to hardships, did not ask much, and they seemed snug and comfortable enough to them.

Fires always blazed on the broad stone hearths and the voices of children were heard within the log walls.

The hands of women furnished the rooms, and made new clothes of deerskin.
The note of life at Fort Refuge was comfort and good cheer.

They felt that they could hold the little fortress against any force that might come.

The hunters, Willet, Tayoga and Black Rifle at their head, brought in an abundance of game.