Early in the afternoon Mr.Carson would begin to look about for a suitable place of encampment for the night.

He would find, if possible, the picturesque banks of some running stream, where there was grass for his horses, and a forest growth to furnish him with wood for his cabin and for fire.

If the weather were pleasant, with the prospect of a serene and cloudless night, a very slight protection would be reared, and the weary family, with a buffalo robe spread on the soft grass for a blanket, would sleep far more sweetly in the open air, than most millionaires sleep in tapestried halls and upon beds of down.
If clouds were gathering and menacing winds were wailing through the tree-tops, the vigorous arm of Mr.Carson, with his sharp axe, would, in an hour, rear a camp which could bid defiance to any ordinary storm.

The roof would be so thatched, with bark and long grass, as to be quite impenetrable by the rain.

Buffalo robes, and a few of the soft and fragrant branches of the hemlock tree, would create a couch which a prince might envy.