Dunno how deep 't is.
Guess we'd a found out purty soon.' He cut some boughs of hemlock, growing near us, and spread them in a little hollow.

That done, we covered them with the oilcloth, and sat down comfortably by the fire.

Uncle Eb had a serious look and was not inclined to talk or story telling.

Before turning in he asked me to kneel and say my prayer as I had done every evening at the feet of my mother.

I remember, clearly, kneeling before my old companion and hearing the echo of my small voice there in the dark and lonely woods.
I remember too, and even more clearly, how he bent his head and covered his eyes in that brief moment.