Explore "The Trail-Hunter" by Gustave Aimard on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Before retiring to rest Father Seraphin, on the previous evening, had whispered a couple of words in the Indians' ears. The sun had scarce begun to rise a little above the extreme blue line of the horizon ere the missionary opened his eyes, and after a short prayer hurried to the hall in which his companions had remained. The four men were still asleep, wrapped in their furs and buffalo skins.
"Wake up, brothers," Father Seraphin said, "for day is appearing."