The journey was made without incident.

It was a journey through a country romantic and picturesque to the youthful Robert.

The grand old forest, with its untrodden paths, the tall trees, the dead monarchs of the forest, with branches white and bare spread like ghost's fingers in the air, filled his imagination with picturesque visions.

Next they journeyed through a strip of low lands covered with tall, coarse grass, which came almost to the backs of the horses.

Then they swam streams in which the negro held the girl on her horse.