This was the only vestige of furniture to be seen.

The floor was thickly covered with mud and dirt, in the midst of which, near the fire, was seated an old Indian with a pan of boiled corn on his lap, which he was scooping up with both hands and devouring with the utmost voracity.
We soon discovered that he was blind.

On hearing footsteps and voices, he instinctively gathered his dish of food close to him, and began some morose grumblings; but when he was told that it was "Shaw-nee-aw-kee" who was addressing him, his features relaxed into a more agreeable expression, and be even held forth his dish and invited us to share its contents.
"But are we to stay here ?" I asked.

"Can we not sleep out-of-doors ?" "We have no tent," replied my husband, "and the weather is too cold to risk the exposure without one." "I could sit in a chair all night, by the fire." "Then you would not be able to ride to Bellefontaine to-morrow." There was no alternative.

The only thing Mr.Knaggs could furnish in the shape of bedding was a small bear-skin.