not many； and he would not mind them for the present。 Then he opened the door and began his hardest task。
He intended to build a fire on the flat stones； and； securing fallen wood； he stripped off the bark and cut splinters from the inside。 It was slow work and he was very cold； his wet feet sending chills through him； but be persevered； and the little heap of dry splinters grew to a respectable size。 Then he cut larger pieces； laying them on one side while he worked with his flint and steel on the splinters。
Flint and steel are not easily handled even by the most skillful； and Henry saw the spark leap up and die out many times before it finally took hold of the end of the tiniest splinter and grew。 He watched it as it ran along the little piece of wood and ignited another and then another； the beautiful little red and yellow flames leaping up half a foot in height。 Already he felt the grateful warmth and glow； but he would not let himself indulge in premature joy。 He fed it with larger and larger pieces until the flames； a deeper and more beautiful red and yellow； rose at least two feet； and big coals began to form。 He left the door open a while in order that the smoke might go out； but when the fire had become mostly coals he closed it again； all except a crack of about six inches； which would serve at once to let any stray smoke out； and to let plenty of fresh air in。
Now Henry； all his preparations made； no detail neglected； proceeded to luxuriate。 He spread the soaked blanket out on the bark floor； took off the sodden moccasins and placed them at one angle of the fire； while he sat with his bare feet in front。 What a glorious warmth it was！ It seemed to enter at his toes and proceed upward through his body； seeking out every little nook and cranny； to dry and warm it； and fill it full of new glow and life。
He sat there a long time； his being radiating with physical comfort。 The moccasins dried on one side； and he turned the other。 Finally they dried all over and all through； and he put them on again。 Then he hung the blanket on the bark wall near the fire； and it； too； would be dry in another hour or so。 He foresaw a warm and dry place for the night； and sleep。 Now if one only had food！ But he must do without that for the present。
He rose and tested all his bones and muscles。 No stiffness or soreness had come from the rain and cold； and he was satisfied。 He was fit for any physical emergency。 He looked out through the crevice。 Night was coming； and on the little island in the swamp it looked inexpressibly black and gloomy。 His stomach complained； but he shrugged his shoulders； acknowledging primitive necessity； and resumed his seat by the fire。 There he sat until the blanket had dried； and deep night had fully come。
In the last hour or two Henry did not move。 He remained before the fire； crouched slightly forward； while the generous heat fed the flame of life in him。 A glowing bar； penetrating the crevice at the door； fell on the earth outside； but it did not pass beyond the close group of circling trees。 The rain still fell with uncommon steadiness and persistence； but at times hail was mingled with it。 Henry could not remember in his experience a more desolate night。 It seemed that the whole world dwelt in perpetual darkness； and that he was the only living being on it。 Yet within the four or five feet square of the hut it was warm and bright； and he was not unhappy。
He would forget the pangs of hunger； and； wrapping himself in the dry blanket； he lay down before the bed of coals； having first raked ashes over them； and he slept one of the soundest sleeps of his life。 All night long； the dull cold rain fell； and with it； at intervals； came gusts of hail that rattled like bird shot on the bark walls of the hut。 Some of the white pellets blew in at the door； and lay for a moment or two on the floor； then melted in the glow of the fire； and were gone。
But neither wind； rain nor hail awoke Henry。 He was as safe； for the time； in the hut on the islet； as if he were in the fort at Pittsburgh or behind the palisades at Wareville。 Dawn came； the sky still heavy and dark with clouds； and the rain still falling。
Henry； after his first sense of refreshment and pleasure； became conscious of a fierce hunger that no amount of the will could now keep quiet。 His was a powerful system； needing much nourishment； and he must eat。 That hunger became so great that it was acute physical pain。 He was assailed by it at all points； and it could be repelled by only one thing； food。 He must go forth； taking all risks； and seek it。
He put on fresh wood； covering it with ashes in order that it might not blaze too high； and left the islet。 The stepping stones were slippery with water； and his moccasins soon became soaked again； but he forgot the cold and wet in that ferocious hunger； the attacks of which became more violent every minute。 He was hopeful that he might see a deer； or even a squirrel； but the animals themselves were likely to keep under cover in such a rain。 He expected a hard hunt； and it would be attended also by much danger … these woods must be full of Indians … but be thought little of the risk。 His hunger was taking complete possession of his mind。 He was realizing now that one might want a thing so much that it would drive away all other thoughts。
Rifle in hand； ready for any quick shot； he searched hour after hour through the woods and thickets。 He was wet； bedraggled； and as fierce as a famishing panther； but neither skill nor instinct guided him to anything。 The rabbit hid in his burrow； the squirrel remained in his hollow tree； and the deer did not leave his covert。
Henry could not well calculate the passage of time； it seemed so fearfully long； and there was no one to tell him； but he judged that it must be about noon； and his temper was becoming that of the famished panther to which he likened himself。 He paused and looked around the circle of the dripping woods。 He had retained his idea of direction and he knew that he could go straight back to the hut in the swamp。 But he had no idea of returning now。 A power that neither he nor anyone else could resist was pushing him on his search。
Searching the gloomy horizon again； he saw against the dark sky a thin and darker line that he knew to be smoke。 He inferred； also； with certainty； that it came from an Indian camp； and； without hesitation； turned his course toward it。 Indian camp though it might be； and containing the deadliest of foes； he was glad to know something lived beside himself in this wilderness。
He approached with great caution； and found his surmise to be correct。 Lying full length in a wet thicket he saw a party of about twenty warriors…Mohawks he took them to be…in an oak opening。 They had erected bark shelters； they had good fires； and they were cooking。 He saw them roasting the strips over the coals…bear meat； venison； squirrel； rabbit； bird…and the odor； so pleasant at other times； assailed his nostrils。 But it was now only a taunt and a torment。 It aroused every possible pang of hunger； and every one of them stabbed like a knife。
The warriors； so secure in their forest isolation； kept no sentinels； and they were enjoying themselves like men who had everything they wanted。 Henry could hear them laughing and talking； and he watched them as they ate strip after strip of the delicate； tender meat with the wonderful appetite that the Indian has after long fasting。 A fierce； unreasoning anger and jealousy laid hold of him。 He was starving； and they rejoiced in plenty only fifty yards away。 He began to form plans for a piratical incursion upon them。 Half the body of a deer lay near the edge of the opening； he would rush upon it； seize it； and dart away。 It might be possible to escape with such spoil。
Then he recalled his prudence。 Such a thing was impossible。 The whole band of warriors would be upon him in an instant。 The best thing that he could do was to shut out the sight of so much luxury in which he could not share； and he crept away among the bushes wondering what he could do to drive away those terrible pains。 His vigorous system was crying louder than ever for the food that would sustain it。 His eyes were burning a little too brightly； and his face was touched with fever。
Henry stopped once to catch a last glimpse of the fires and the feasting Indians under the bark shelters。 He saw a warrior raise a bone； grasping it in both hands； and bite deep into the tender flesh that clothed it。 The sight inflamed him into an anger almost uncontrollable。 He clenched his fist and shook it at the warrior； who little suspected the proximity of a hatred so intense。 Then he bent his head down and rushed away among the wet bushes which in rebuke at his lack of caution raked him across the face。
Henry walked despondently back toward the islet in the swamp。 The aspect of air and sky had not changed。 The heavens still dripped icy water； and there was no ray of cheerfulness anywhere。 The game remained well hidden。
It was a long journey back； and as he felt that he was growing weak he made no haste。 He came to dense clumps of bushes； and plowing his way through them； he saw a dark opening under some trees thrown down by an old hurricane。 Having some vague idea that it might be the lair of a wild animal； he thrust the muzzle of his rifle into the darkness。 It touched a soft substance。 There was a growl； and a black form shot out almost into his face。 Henry sprang aside； and in an instant all his powers and faculties returned。 He had stirred up a black bear； and before the animal； frightened as much as he was enraged； could run far the boy； careless how many Indians might hear； threw up his rifle and fired。
His aim was good。 The bear； shot through the head； fell； and was dead。 Henry； transformed； ran up to him。 Bear life had been given up to sustain man's。 Here was food for many days； and he rejoiced with a great joy。 He did not now envy those warriors back there。
The bear； although small； was very fat。 Evidently he had fed well on acorns and wild honey； and he would yield up steaks which； to one with Henry's appetite； would be beyond compare。 H