But it now scarcely possesses a roof, and no sign of a habitation is anywhere visible.
The night has come on rainy and dark, and a weary tramp with his dog has been thankful to crawl into its poor shelter and rest his limbs.

The wind has risen and howls dismally round the shed, breaking every now and then through the loose planks, and stirring up the straw which carpets the place.

But the traveller is too weary to heed it or the rain which intrudes along with it, and crouching with his dog in the darkest corner, curls himself up in true tramp fashion, and settles down to sleep.
He has lain there two hours or more, and the mountain storm begins to abate.

The dog has been uneasy for some time, and now in the midst of a peal of thunder awakens his master with a gruff yap.

The sleeper sits up in an instant.