midnight
The hunter held in his hand a big roll of the inflammable paper-like bark of the white birch-tree , which he had brought in with him to kindle his fire , expecting that it had gone out during his absence . Seeing a glow still on the hearth , and feeling instantly that the cabin was tenanted , he had applied a match to his bark , causing the vivid flare which revealed him to the eyes of those who had longed for his presence . `` Herb Heal , man , is it you ? '' shouted Cyrus , his voice like a midnight joy-chime , as he sprang from the fir-boughs and gripped the woodsman 's arm . `` I 'm delighted to see you , though I was ready to swear you would n't disappoint us ! I did n't fasten the cabin-door , for I thought you might possibly get back to camp during the night . '' `` Cyrus , old fellow , how goes it ? ''