As Paul looked, it broadened and turned to silver, and then gold.

Paul thought it a very phantasy of fate that the coming of day, which is like life, should bring such terrors.
They reached a clearing--a high, stony piece of ground--and in its center Paul saw a little old log cabin, with a heavy open door that sagged on rude wooden hinges.
"Come," said Henry, and they crossed the clearing to the cabin, pushing open the door.

Paul looked around at the narrow place, and the protecting walls gave him much comfort.

Evidently it had been abandoned in great haste.

In one corner lay a tiny moccasin that had been a baby's shoe, and no one had disturbed it.