A rough, square table stood near the center of the room, with a low bench on one side of it and several low chairs on the other.

A big chuck-box stood in a corner near the fireplace, its top half open, revealing the supplies with which the receptacle was filled; some shelves on the other side of the fireplace were piled high with canned foods and bulging packages.
The bunks were filled with bedclothing; and an oil-lamp stood on a triangular shelf in a corner near the door.

The walls were bare with the exception of some highly colored lithographs that, evidently, had been placed there by someone in whom the love of art still flourished.
It was cold in the cabin.

A window in the north wall, with four small panes of glass in it, was slowly whitening with the frost that was stealing over it.

In the corners of the mullions were fine snow drifts; and through a small crevice in the roof a white spray filtered, ballooning around the room.