Joseph A. Altsheler,
The Tree of Appomattox
“ Pennington and Warner fell asleep, but Dick lay a while in a happy, dreaming state. He felt as he looked up at the cloudy sky and driving snow that, after all, there was something wild in every man that no amount of civilization could drive out. An ordinary bed and an ordinary roof would be just as warm and better sheltered, but they seldom gave him the same sense of physical pleasure that he felt as he lay there with the storm driving by. His dreamy state deepened, and with it the wilderness effect which the little valley, the high mountains around it and the raging winter made. ”
