And the dampness of it gave him an idea there were snow-banks somewhere not far distant.

The dew was already heavy on the grass.

He hobbled the horses and put a bell on Nagger.

A bell might frighten lions that had never heard one.
Then he built a fire and cooked his meal.
It had been long since he had camped high up among the pines.

The sough of the wind pleased him, like music.