That is why we needed to keep no watch last night.

I discovered this place on a hunting trip, and I've always kept it in mind.
"Let's go back," said Paul, who did not like to look at this burying ground in the air.
Henry laughed a little, but he did willingly as Paul requested, and when they returned to the fire they found that Jim Hart, falling easily into his natural position, had already cooked the venison.

Paul's spirits at once went up with a bound.

The bright fire, the pleasant odor of the venison, the cheerful faces of his comrades, and assured safety appealed to his vivid imagination, and made the blood leap in a sparkling torrent through his veins.
"Graveyard or no graveyard, I'm glad I'm here," he said energetically.
They laughed, and Shif'less Sol, who, as usual, had found the softest place and had stretched himself upon it, said, with drawling emphasis: "You're mighty right, Paul, an' I'm a'gin' movin' from here afore cold weather comes.

I'm pow'ful comf'table." "If you don't git up an' stir aroun', how do you expect to eat ?" said Jim Hart indignantly.