If the weather is unpleasant it makes but little difference.
He knows exactly what to do.

In a short time he constructs a frail but ample shelter; and then, with his feet towards the fire, sleeps sweetly regardless of the storm.

His animals have no more need of shelter than have the bears and the buffaloes.
This is the _ordinary_ life of the hunter.

There are, of course, exceptions when calamity and woe come.

A joint may be sprained, a limb broken.