"Let's build our sheds after we have settled our breakfasts and are able to summon some ambition." Their sleeping quarters were finished before dark, and then the girls rambled along the river, here and there startling a buck or a doe into sudden flight.

There were no man-made trails here, no sounds other than the murmuring waters of the Little Big Branch and the voices of nature, to which Emma Dean listened, nodded or shook her head as if she and those voices were holding converse.

The laughing teasing of her companions failed to swerve Emma from her newfound hobby.
That night, as they snuggled under their blankets, clear and cold out of the silence pealed a mournful howl, long-drawn, strange and full of the wild.
Nora and Anne buried their heads under the blankets to shut out the sound.
"What was that ?" cried Elfreda.
"A wolf--an old she timber wolf--a varmint," answered the forest woman from her lean-to.
"And it bids us beware of perils near at hand," droned Emma in a far-away voice.
"Will you stop that ?" demanded Elfreda.

"You give me the creeps." "I think it is perfectly wonderful," breathed Emma.

Then with greater emphasis she exclaimed, "Such a voice in the wilderness is an inspiration.