The entrance was always kept closed, and we should have been in darkness had it not been for a rude lamp, fed by bear or deer fat, which stood on the table.  The old hunter and his companion had stored up a large supply of dried grass for the horses, so that it was not necessary to turn them out to feed.  He allowed me to sleep as much as I could, and when I was awake he generally seemed disposed to enter into conversation.  He told me many of his adventures and escapes from Indians, and appeared to like to have me talk to him, and to hear all about my uncles, Aunt Hannah, and Lily.