EARLY DAY STORIES. 149 



was blowing; then Charley lighted his pipe, and while he 

 smoked we talked and told stories, and laid plans, and look- 

 ed at the stars and picked out all that we could call by name 

 every now and then replenishing the fire, until as "slumber 

 began to press the eyelids" we turned in and slept soundly 

 until the morning. 



