His practiced fingers told at a touch whether it was a turtle or a big fish on his night line; and by the tone of the tom-tom he knew when a rainstorm was at hand.
Being trained in industry, he had made many improvements in their camp, not the least of which was to clean up and burn all the rubbish and garbage that attracted hordes of flies.

He had fitted into the camp partly by changing it to fit himself, and he no longer felt that his stay there was a temporary shift.

When it was to end, he neither knew nor cared.

He realized only that he was enjoying life as he never had done before.

His canoe had passed a lot of rapids and was now in a steady, unbroken stream--but it was the swift shoot before the fall.
A lull in the clamour does not mean the end of war, but a new onset preparing; and, of course, it came in the way least looked for.
Selectman Horton stood well with the community; he was a man of good judgment, good position, and kind heart.