They were as well equipped with axes--keen, heavy weapons--as they were with rifles and ammunition, and these were as necessary.

The forest around Wareville already gave great proof of their prowess with the ax.
Now the autumn was waning.

Every morning the wilderness gleamed and sparkled beneath a beautiful covering of white frost.

The brown in the leaves began to usurp the yellows and the reds.

The air, crisp and cold, had a strange nectar in it and its very breath was life.