It was still the wilderness.

The green forest on either side of the stream was unbroken.

No smoke from a settler's chimney trailed across the sky.
It was the forest as the Indian had known it for centuries.

Robert, sitting in the center of the canoe, quit dreaming of great cities and came back to his own time and place.

He felt the majesty of all that surrounded him, but he was not lonely, nor was he oppressed.