Each night, though the weather was very warm, he made himself a small camp-fire, for it was always in these hours, with the fire-light about him, that he felt Marette was very near.

It was then that he took out one by one the precious things that were in Marette's little pack.

He worshipped these things.

The dress and each of the little shoes he had wrapped in the velvety inner bark of the birch tree.

He protected them from wet and storm.