To be sure the bed was in one corner, spread with its upper cover knit of gray yarn harmonizing in color with the bark of the log walls.

A handsome dark brown buffalo robe lay beside it.

The rifle and powder horn were hung above the mantel.

The fireplace had its crane of wrought iron.
Every one in the little village came to the house warming.
"There is nothing in America so beautiful as 'this here kind o' thing' when the firelight shines upon it," said Kelso who often indulged in the vernacular of the real ladder climbers.
"Well, of course, it isn't like Boston or New York," Sarah answered.
"Thank God!" Kelso exclaimed.

"New York hurts my feelings, so many of its buildings are of grand design and small proportions.