Around the fires the hardy youths were jesting with one another, and were dragging up logs, on which they could sit before the fires, while they ate their food and drank their coffee.

Far over their heads the wind was screaming among the ridges, but they did not heed it nor did they pay any attention to the flakes falling around them.
The sheltered cove caused such a rebound after the long cold ride that they were boys again, although veterans of a hundred battles large and small.
Dick shared the exaltation of the rest, and had words of praise for the mountaineer who had guided them to so sheltered a haven.

He had no doubt that his famous ancestor, Paul Cotter, and the great Henry Ware had often found refuge in such cosy nooks as this, and it pleased him to think that he was following in their steps.

But he was surrounded by comrades and the great fires shed warmth and light throughout the whole basin.
"It's a good log house," said Warner, who had been investigating, "and as it's two stories, with two rooms on each floor, a lot of us can sleep there.

The stable and the corn crib will hold many more, but, as for me, I think I'll sleep against one of these lean-tos the mountaineers are throwing up.