Beaded dewdrops stood upon the leaves and grasses.

A white layer of ashes covered the fire, and a thin blue breath of smoke rose straight into the air.

Joe and Huck still slept.
Now, far away in the woods a bird called; another answered; presently the hammering of a woodpecker was heard.

Gradually the cool dim gray of the morning whitened, and as gradually sounds multiplied and life manifested itself.

The marvel of Nature shaking off sleep and going to work unfolded itself to the musing boy.