If you run, you will begin to circle, get crazy and perish before morning." Addison cast another uneasy glance into the dim forest ahead.

"Better camp, I guess," he said.

Turning, we hurried back into the hollow.
A few yards back from the brook were two rocks, about six feet apart and nearly as high as my head.

Hard snow lay between them; but we broke it into pieces by stamping on it, and succeeded in clearing most of it away, so that we bared the leaves and twigs that covered the ground.
Then, while I hacked off dry branches from a fallen fir-tree, Addison gathered a few curled rolls of bark from several birches near by and kindled a fire between the rocks.
We kept the fire going for more than an hour, until all the remaining snow was thawed and the frost and wet thoroughly dried out, and until the rocks had become so hot that we could hardly touch them.

Then, after hauling away the brands and embers, we brushed the place clean with green boughs, and thus made for ourselves a warm, dry spot between the rocks.
With poles and green boughs, we made for our shelter a roof that was tight enough to keep out the snow.