It resolved itself soon into a vast flock of wild pigeons, millions and millions flying southward to escape the coming winter.
Presently they settled down upon the forest for the night, and all the trees were filled with the chattering multitude.

Often the bough bent almost to the ground beneath the weight of birds, clustered so thick that they could scarcely find a footing.

The fox and the wolf that had looked at the lone cabin came back now to seek, an easier prey.
Henry Ware slept until far after midnight, and then he awoke easily, without jerk or start.

The fire had burned down, and a deep bed of coals lay on the hearth.

Paul still slept, and when Henry touched him he found that he had ceased to perspire.