Presently from under his coon-skin cap came the words: "Wal, I've turned in, an' I advise ye all to do the same." All save Joe and Nell acted on Jeff's suggestion.

For a long time the young couple sat close together on the bank, gazing at the moonlight on the river.
The night was perfect.

A cool wind fanned the dying embers of the fire and softly stirred the leaves.

Earlier in the evening a single frog had voiced his protest against the loneliness; but now his dismal croak was no longer heard.

A snipe, belated in his feeding, ran along the sandy shore uttering his tweet-tweet, and his little cry, breaking in so softly on the silence, seemed only to make more deeply felt the great vast stillness of the night.
Joe's arm was around Nell.