Moreover he had worked hard for a long time and he felt that his holiday was fully earned; hence there was no flaw in his hopes.
It required but a few minutes to pass through the cleared ground, the new fields, and reach the forest and as they looked back they saw what a slight impression they had yet made on the wilderness.

Wareville was but a bit of human life, nothing more than an islet of civilization in a sea of forest.
Five minutes more of walking among the trees, and then both Wareville and the newly opened country around it were shut out.

They saw only the spire of smoke that had been a beacon once to Henry and Paul, rising high up, until it trailed off to the west with the wind, where it lay like a whiplash across the sky.

This, too, was soon lost as they traveled deeper into the forest, and then they were alone in the wilderness, but without fear.
"When we were able to live here without arms or ammunition it's not likely that we'll suffer, now is it ?" said Paul to Henry.
"Suffer!" exclaimed Henry.

"It's a journey that I couldn't be hired to miss." "It ought to be enjoyable," said Mr.Pennypacker; "that is, if our relatives don't find it necessary to send into the Northwest, and try to buy back our scalps from the Indian tribes." But the schoolmaster was not serious.