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"Here, then, I retreated and lay down happy to have found a

shelter, however miserable, from the inclemency of the season,

and still more from the barbarity of man. As soon as morning

dawned I crept from my kennel, that I might view the adjacent

cottage and discover if I could remain in the habitation I had

found. It was situated against the back of the cottage and

surrounded on the sides which were exposed by a pig sty and a

clear pool of water. One part was open, and by that I had crept

in; but now I covered every crevice by which I might be perceived

with stones and wood, yet in such a manner that I might move them

on occasion to pass out; all the light I enjoyed came through the

sty, and that was sufficient for me.