He seemed to fit into the picture of the wilderness, as if he had taken a space reserved there for him, and had put himself in complete harmony with all its details.
The long journey from their old home in Maryland had been a source of unending variety and delight to Henry.

There had been no painful partings.

His mother and his brother and young sister were in the fourth wagon from the right, and his father stood beside it.

Farther on in the same company were his uncles and aunts, and many of the old neighbors.
All had come together.

It was really the removal of a village from an old land to a new one, and with the familiar faces of kindred and friends around them, they were not lonely in strange regions, though mountains frowned and dark forests lowered.
It was to Henry a return rather than a removal.