The cabin was dark and smelled of smoke, of the stale odors of past cooked meals, of the mustiness of dry, rotting timber.

Streaks of light showed through the roof where the rough-hewn shingles had split or weathered.

A strip of bacon hung upon one side of the cupboard, and upon the other a haunch of venison.
Ellen detested the Mexican woman because she was dirty.

The inside of the cabin presented the same unkempt appearance usual to it after Ellen had been away for a few days.

Whatever Ellen had lost during the retrogression of the Jorths, she had kept her habits of cleanliness, and straightway upon her return she set to work.
The Mexican woman sullenly slouched away to her own quarters outside and Ellen was left to the satisfaction of labor.