The men watched the cold pre-dawn light fill the firmament.
They drank coffee filtered twice and enjoyed the warmth of it.
The sun painted the sky.
Byron ranted about the balance of the forest, the starving beavers and the rotting dams. The others laughed and he shivered with cold and felt better.
Together with their culture they were much stronger than apart. The canoe carried more weight than three men and one specter could haul on their backs. Power surged in their technology. They could have done anything but they chose to paint.
The pine can be blown over and contort along the ground or it can spiral upon itself and grow straight and tall and become a powerful mast in the forest. Hardships the tree endured formed a character and generated personage, confirmed Arthur.