Within an hour the day gloom of the chasm would be thickening into that of night.

So Rod stopped at the first good camp site, threw off his pack, and proceeded with the building of a cedar shelter.

Not until this was completed and a sufficient supply of wood for the night's fire was at hand did he begin getting supper.

He had brought a pail with him and soon the appetizing odors of boiling coffee and broiling moose sirloin filled the air.
Night had fallen between the mountain walls by the time Rod sat down to his meal..