The fire, which could be said to burn and smoke, but not to light, consisted of heath sods, dug fresh from the mountain.

A splinter of bog-wood, lurid through the smoke, supplied us with light for our nightly meal.

The tea was drawn in a broken pot, and drunk from wooden vessels, while the sheep chewed the cud in calm and happy indifference.

They were about twelve in number, and occupied the whole space of the cabin between the bed and the fire-place.
In that singular picture, the figure of the woman stood out bold, prominent and alone, absorbing, in its originality, every character of the entire.

Neither she nor her husband could be said to wear any dress.
Neither wore shoes or stockings, or any covering whatever on the head; shreds of flannel, which might once have borne the shape of drawers, a tattered shirt of unbleached linen, with an old blanket drawn uncouthly around his waist and shoulders, completed the costume of the man.