He spread the soaked blanket out on the bark floor, took off the sodden moccasins and placed them at one angle of the fire, while he sat with his bare feet in front.

What a glorious warmth it was! It seemed to enter at his toes and proceed upward through his body, seeking out every little nook and cranny, to dry and warm it, and fill it full of new glow and life.
He sat there a long time, his being radiating with physical comfort.

The moccasins dried on one side, and he turned the other.

Finally they dried all over and all through, and he put them on again.

Then he hung the blanket on the bark wall near the fire, and it, too, would be dry in another hour or so.