He found a small petroleum lamp, but he concluded not to light it.

Instead he sat on a wooden bench in the main room beside a small window, ate a little more from the knapsack, and watched a while lest friend or enemy should come.
It had grown somewhat darker and the clouds were driving across the sky.
The wind was rising and the threatened flurries of rain came, beating against the cottage.

John was devoutly glad that he had found the little house.

Having spent many hours immersed to his neck in a river he felt that he had had enough water for one day.

Moreover, his escape, his snug shelter and the abundance of food at hand, gave him an extraordinary sense of ease and rest.