From Where I Lived, and What I Lived For by Henry David Thoreau:
The only house I had been the owner of before, if I except a boat, was a tent, which I used occasionally when making excursions in the summer, and this is still rolled up in my garret; but the boat, after passing from hand to hand, has gone down the stream of time. With this more substantial shelter about me, I had made some progress toward settling in the world. [Emphasis added.]
How can a shelter be about him? I think it should be of mine.