He was roused by the wakening twitter of birds and in the cold water of a creek that ran near he bathed his face and hands.
Peter wondered why there was no fire and no breakfast this morning.
The settlement was only a little way ahead and it was very early when they reached it.

People were still in their beds and out of only one chimney was smoke rising into the clear calm of the breaking day.

From this cabin a young man came, and stood for a moment after he had closed the door, yawning and stretching his arms and looking up to see what sort of promise the sky held for the day.

After that he went to a stable of logs, and Jolly Roger followed him there.
He was unlike the bearded settler, and nodded with a youthful smile of cheer.
"Good morning," he said.

"You're traveling early, and--" He looked more keenly as his eyes took in Jolly Roger's boots and clothes, and the gray pallor in his face.
"Just get in ?" he asked kindly.