"You'd better wear another coat." I drew on my overcoat at once, wondering what new experience awaited me.

Holding the lantern in front of him, he proceeded slowly and feebly across the rear courtyard, and unlocked a door in one of the side wings of the house, through which we passed into a large unfurnished room.
"I always wait till he's asleep," said my uncle, shuffling across the room and unlocking another door on its opposite side.

"He's never been here--never yet," he continued, pulling the door open.

The dim light of the lantern shone out upon a thicket of fragrant spruce and cedar.

As I stepped down upon the ground, following in the steps of my uncle, I could hear the murmur of the great pines towering far above our heads.
Slowly we made our way through the dense undergrowth, and soon entered an open space carpeted with pine needles and moss.