Having said good night to Rose, whom we saw stowed away in her snug little bower, Hugh and I lay down a short distance from the fire, sheltered by some of the packages piled up at our heads.  Uncle Donald was not far from us.  On the other side were Pierre and Corney and Red Squirrel, while Madge took her post, disdaining more shelter than the men, close to Rose's hut.  Two of the men kept awake, one watching the camp, the other the horses, and the rest lay in a row on the opposite side of the fire.