The logs of their evening fire were still alight.

Susannah sat just within the dark opening of a low canvas-covered waggon; the unsteady flame light fell upon her, and sometimes showed a farther interior where the child lay sleeping.

Halsey was sitting at the roots of a tree, the utensils of a simple supper at his side.

The gentle horses tethered near were to be heard softly cropping the grass, and the sound of the creek came from a farther distance.

Above, the poplar boughs, whose yellow foliage had been thinned by the advancing season, let through the rays of the brilliant stars.