The long journey was over.

The men took off their hats and caps and raised a cheer, the women joined through sympathy and the children shouted, too, because their fathers and mothers did so, Henry's voice rising with the loudest.
A slip of a girl beside Henry raised an applauding treble and he smiled protectingly at her.

It was Lucy Upton, two years younger than himself, slim and tall, dark-blue eyes looking from under broad brows, and dark-brown curls, lying thick and close upon a shapely head.
"Are you not afraid ?" she asked.
"Afraid of what ?" replied Henry Ware, disdainfully.
"Of the forests over there in Kentucky.

They say that the savages often come to kill." "We are too strong.

I do not fear them." He spoke without any vainglory, but in the utmost confidence.