But the woman knew that she was close to the great change, and so deep was her weariness that the knowledge remained an instinct rather than a thought.

She was as passive as a dying animal.

The cabin was built of logs, mortised into each other--triangular in shape, with a fireplace in one corner.

Beside the fire stood a table made of a hewn log, on which lay some pewter dishes containing the remains of he last family meal.
One or two three-legged stools made up the rest of the furniture, except for the trunk in the corner and the bed.

This bed was Tom Linkhorn's pride, which he used to boast about to his friends, for he was a tolerable carpenter.