Paul draped them about their hut, arranging them with an artistic eye, while Jim Hart and Shif'less Sol, with a similar satisfaction, watched their larder grow.
"This is the finest winter camp in all the wilderness," said Shif'less Sol.
"You couldn't beat it," said Jim Hart.
These were happy days to Paul.

Knowing now that a message had been sent hack to Wareville, he was released from worry over the possible anxiety of his people on his account, and he was living a life brimful of interest.
Everyone fell almost unconsciously into his place.

Henry Ware, Ross, and Shif'less Sol scouted and hunted far and wide, and Paul and Jim Hart were fishermen, house builders, and, as Paul called it, "decorators." The hut in the hollow began to have a cozy look.

Henry and Ross brought in three buffalo skins, which Jim promptly tanned, and which Paul then used as wall coverings.

Wolfskins, deerskins, and one beautiful panther hide were spread upon the floor.