I never dreamed there was so much iron in you.

We'll make our fire just inside the trees and carry water up from the river, eh ?" A scanty growth of the evergreens walked over the hills and skirted along the valley, leaving a broad, sandy waste in the center where the river at times swelled with melted snow or sudden rains and rushed over the lower valley in a broad, muddy flood.
At the edge of the forest he picketed the horses in a little open space carpeted with wet, dead grass.

It took him some time to find dry wood.

So he wrapped her in blankets and left her sitting on a saddle.
As the chill left her body she began to grow delightfully drowsy, and vaguely she heard the crack of his hatchet.

He had found a rotten stump and was tearing off the wet outer bark to get at the dry wood within.
After that it was only a moment before a fire sputtered feebly and smoked at her feet.