Then with quick and skillful hands he made coffee over the coals and warmed strips of deer and buffalo meat.
He ate and drank hungrily, while the horse nibbled the grass that grew within the covert.

Glorious warmth came again and the worn feeling departed.

Life, youthful, fresh and abounding, swelled in every vein.
He now put out all the coals carefully, throwing wet leaves upon them, in order that not a single spark might shine through the trees to be seen by an enemy upon the plain.

He relied upon the horse to give warning of a possible approach by man, and to keep away wolves.
Then he made his bed upon the rock, doing everything as he had arranged it in his mind an hour before, and, wrapped in his blankets, fell into the soundest of sleeps.

The south wind still blew steadily, playing a low musical song among the trees.