The kitchen was in a separate building.

There was no lack of comfort, though things were rather rude, and the place had a bare, masculine look.

The floor was strewn with coyote and fox skins.

Two or three easy-chairs stood around the fireplace, in which, July as it was, a big log was blazing.
Their covers were shabby and worn; but they looked comfortable, and were evidently in constant use.

There was not the least attempt at prettiness anywhere.