He knew what to do, he could stay in the bush noiseless and motionless for hours, and he would choose only the finest of the deer and the bear.

He could see himself drawing the bead, as a great buck came down in the shadows to the fountain and he thrilled with pleasure at the thought.

Each new step into the wilderness seemed to bring him nearer home.
Their stay beside the salt spring was short, but the next night they built the fire higher than ever because just after dark they heard the howling of wolves, and a strange, long scream, like the shriek of a woman, which the men said was the cry of a panther.

There was no danger, but the cries sounded lonesome and terrifying, and it took a big fire to bring back gayety.
Henry had not yet gone to bed, but was sitting in his favorite place beside the guide, who was calmly smoking a pipe, and he felt the immensity of the wilderness.

He understood why the people in this caravan clung so closely to each other.