A gust blew a whiff of the camp smoke towards him, and he turned back to watch Necia kneeling beside the fire like some graceful virgin at her altar rites, while the peculiar acrid out-door odor of burning spruce was like an incense in his nostrils.
He filled his chest deeply and leaned on his axe, for he found himself shaking as if under the spell of some great expectancy.
"Your supper is getting cold," she called to him.
He took a seat beside her on a pile of boughs where the smoke was least troublesome; he had chosen a spot that was sheltered by a lichen-covered ledge, and this low wall behind, with the wickiup joining it, formed an enclosure that lent them a certain air of privacy.

They ate ravenously, and drank deep cupfuls of the unflavored tea.

By the time they were finished the night had fallen and the air was just cool enough to make the fire agreeable.

Burrell heaped on more wood and stretched out beside her.
"This day has been so wonderful," said the girl, "that I shall never go to sleep.

I can't bear to end it." "But you must be weary, little maid," he said, gently; "I am." "Wait, let me see." She stretched her limbs and moved slightly to try her muscles.