There was Willet big, grave and wise, but with the lurking humor in the corner of his eye, there was Tayoga, lean, calm, inscrutable, the young philosopher of the woods and the greatest trailer in the world, and there was Grosvenor, ruddy, frank, tenacious, eager to learn all the lore of the woods.

Yes, he could see them and he was glad that he was serving Christmas food to them as well as to himself.

Willet loved wild duck and so he gave him an extra portion.

Tayoga was very partial to cakes of flour and so he gave him a double number, and Grosvenor, being an Englishman, must love beef, so he helped him often to steak.
It was fancy, but fancy breeds other and stronger fancies, and the feeling that it was all reality grew upon him.

Dreams are of thin and fragile texture, but they are very vivid while they last.