Lying prostrate on my chest, I took a long draught of clear cold water, and held my face for a few moments in the current.

It sent a chill through me, drying my wet skin, and bracing me for the concluding part of the hideous narrative.

Slowly I stepped back to the fireside and sat down again, while he resumed his old place at my side.
"You burnt the tree down," I said.

"Finish telling me now and let me sleep--my eyes are heavy." "Yes.

While the men cut and brought trees, the women and children gathered dry stuff in the forest and brought it in their arms and piled it round.