The story takes place in Brian´s shelter in the Fall, it is later in the day. The story is in 3rd person point of view."Fall came on with a softness, so that Brian didn't realize what was in store, a hard spined North Woods winter... until it was nearly too late."
The problem is that Brian needs to get food, reinforce his shelter, survive the cold rough terrain, and not go crazy. Character V.S. Self. "He spent three hours bringing up double armfuls of fresh mud from the lake to pack into the low wall with sticks and leaves"
Brian is hunting foolbirds, rabbits and is catching fish. He makes a fur coat and uses the deer hide to make boot covers. Brian makes two war bows, a Lance and a bunch of arrows of all different sizes. the arrows were done but he had yet to string the bow and was stymied where to get a string long enough until he saw the cord at the end of the sleeping bag."
Brian finds a Moose and he has his bow and lance with him. He scouts the area and he hides in the brush. He had made arrows the previous day and the flint rock had been useful that day to make arrows for Brian's war bow. Brian shot at the moose and she must have saw the arrow coming because she started charging at Brian and he pulled the lance out and she ran right onto it. "She charged so fast she almost met the arrow"
Brian has food for almost the whole winter and he keeps the moose meat out outside so it stays cold. He realized that he was eating an immense amount of moose meat and he was still losing weight. The shelter he had built had kept Brian warm and the cold out. "Soon the inside of the shelter was cheery and warm, the smoke working it's way out of the hole at the top."
Brian notices a straight line leading to something that he doesn't know of yet and he makes some snowshoes and follows the straight line to find a little cabin where some Native Americans are having beaver for dinner. They invited him inside to have dinner with them. "Brian stood, his mouth open. 'We've got beaver cooking here, plenty for all of us."