There were no quarrels, for there was no whiskey there.

One barrel of intoxicating drink would have changed kindly greetings into hateful brawls, and would have crimsoned many knives.

Independently of the anxiety, the trappers felt for their suffering animals, the six or eight weeks of wintry cold passed away very pleasantly.

The returning sun of spring poured its warmth into the sheltered valley, melting the snows and releasing the streams.

With wonderful rapidity the swelling bud gave place to leaves and blossoms.