First Muir described how he slept sometimes without supper, and then he says he had no difficulty finding a loaf of bread at the farmers' houses. He starts of the paragraph with a complaint of sleeping without blankets, and starts to transition again into nature and its beauty. In the paragraph, Muir says "Storms, thunderclouds, winds in the woods—were welcomed as friends;" when we hear storms, thunderclouds, winds, etc. it brings fear, damage, but Muir then says "were welcomed as friends."
