Let's hear about the ol'Pilgrim." He found a squat duodecimo in the trunk, and shifted the skin curtain from one of the window holes to get light to read by.

His mother lay very still with her eyes shut, but he knew by her breathing that she was not asleep.

He ranged through the book, stopping to study the crude pictures, and then started laboriously to read the adventures of Christian and Hopeful after leaving Vanity Fair--the mine of Demas, the plain called Ease, Castle Doubting, and the Delectable Mountains.

He boggled over some of the words, but on the whole he read well, and his harsh voice dropped into a pleasant sing-song.
By and by he noticed that his mother was asleep.

He took the tin pannikin and filled it with fresh water from the spring.