He could see proof of it in the Cree woman's face.

Both were lucky.

They were happy--a man and woman together, as things should be.
Thoreau had broken the ice in a pail and now he filled the wash-basin for him.

Ice water for his morning ablution was a new thing for David.
But he plunged his face into it recklessly.

Little particles of ice pricked his skin, and the chill of the water seemed to sink into his vitals.