Henry remained perfectly still.

The light canoe did not move beneath his weight the fraction of an inch.

His upturned eyes saw the little cubes of sky that showed through the leaves grow darker and darker.

The bushes about him were now bending before the wind, which blew steadily from the south, and presently drops of rain began to fall lightly on the water.
The boy, alone in the midst of all that vast wilderness, surrounded by danger in its most cruel forms, and with a black midnight sky above him, felt neither fear nor awe.

Being what nature and circumstance had made him, he was conscious, instead, of a deep sense of peace and comfort.
He was at ease, in a nest for the night, and there was only the remotest possibility that the prying eye of an enemy would see him.