He was in his bare feet, but like other pioneer boys he scorned shoes in warm weather, and stubble and pebbles did not trouble him.
The camp was in a glade and the spring was just at the edge of the woods--they stopped at night only by the side of running water, which was easy to find in this region.

Near the spring some of the horses and two of the oxen were tethered to stout saplings.

As Henry approached, a horse neighed, and he noticed that all of them were pulling on their ropes.

The two careless guards were either asleep or so near it that they took no notice of what was passing, and Henry, unwilling to call their attention for fear he might seem too forward, walked among the animals, but was still unable to find the cause of the trouble.

He knew everyone by name and nature, and they knew him, for they had been comrades on a long journey, and he patted their backs and rubbed their noses and tried to soothe them.