With sorely overtaxed and waning strength,
As some spent swimmer struggling to the shore,
The weary party found its way at length,
Back through the forest to the cabin's door.
As Uncle Jim, whose life was ever spent
In ministering to others, had been sent
Ahead, the dying coals had been renewed
With fresh supplies of pine and aspen wood,
And blazed a cheery invitation forth
To those who sought the comfort of the hearth.