Afterwards we brought water for them from a brook not far away.
It was nine o'clock before we were ready to eat our own supper of bread and Shaker apple sauce.

The night was chilly; our lantern went out for lack of oil; we had only light overcoats for covering; and as we had used our last two matches in lighting the lantern, we could not kindle a fire.
The night was so cold that we frequently had to jump up and run round to get warm.

We slept scarcely at all.

The hogs squealed.

They, too, were cold as well as hungry, and toward morning they quarreled, bit one another and made piercing outcries.
"Oh, don't I wish 'twas morning!" Willis exclaimed again and again.
Fortunately, the Shakers were early risers, and long before sunrise three of them, clad in gray homespun frocks and broad-brimmed hats, appeared.