THE NORTH RIDING PROJECT

We shut the blinds down very tightly that first night in the hostile Indian country, and lay on our arms. We slept on them some, but most of the time we only lay on them.  We did not talk much, but kept quiet and listened.  It was an inky-black night, and occasionally rainy. We were among woods and rocks, hills and gorges – so shut in, in fact, that when we peeped through a chink in the curtain, we could discern nothing.

Twain/Roughing It