"Time was when I had my own wickiup, when I lay by my own night-fire and played with the braids of a woman's hair, -- long black braids, bound with crimson silk and heavy with ornaments, for whose buying I paid my year's catch, when I looked into eyes black as the woods at night and dumb with the great love she could not speak ...."
"The shafts of night-fire played round and above their secret tent in space ...."
"A mile, two miles, three miles, and the night-fire of Arguilla's men was a flickering dot against the black wall of the night."