After a few miles' travel they stopped at an old hunter's camp facing a great mossy rock near the road.
"Guess we'll stop here for a visit," said Samson.
"Who we goin' to visit ?" Joe asked.
"The trees and the fairies," said his father.

"Don't ye hear 'em askin' us to stop?
They say the wind is blowin' bad an' that we'd better stop an' make some good weather.

They offer us a house and a roof to cover it and some wood to burn.

I guess we'll be able to make our own sunshine in a few minutes." Samson peeled some bark and repaired the roof and, with his flint and tinder and some fat pine, built a roaring fire against the rock and soon had his family sitting, in its warm glow, under shelter.

Near by was another rude framework of poles set in crotches partly covered with bark which, with a little repairing, made a sufficient shelter for Pete and Colonel.