About ten o'clock at night, I noticed a light down the stream and sounded my bugle.

I was tired and chilly and glad to hear a hail from the direction of the light.

I landed at a sort of ferry and found a man and woman awaiting me with a lantern.

They escorted me to a little cabin and the woman bustled about, building a fire out of weeds and other stuff, wood being very scarce.

Their patois was of the mountains and I could not understand their speech nor they mine.