Oh, the mountains ain't so bad.

Look! See the smoke over that low ridge, the thin black line ag'in the sky.

It comes from the house o' Samuel Jarvis, Esquire, an' it ain't no bad place, either, a double log house, with a downstairs an' upstairs, an' a frame kitchen behin'.

It's fine to see it ag'in, ain't it, Ike ?" Ike smiled and nodded.
In another half hour they crossed the low ridge and swung down into a beautiful little valley, a mile long and a quarter of a mile broad that opened out before them.

The smoke still rose from the house, which they now saw clearly, standing among its trees.