As Kit could at any day, with his rifle bring in food enough to last a week, the question of board did not come into consideration.

It was in the latter part of November that Kit first entered the cabin of this hunter.

Here he spent the winter.

His bed consisted probably of husks of corn covered with a buffalo robe, a luxurious couch for a healthy and weary man.

Pitch pine knots brilliantly illumined the hut in the evening.