He was launched upon the great wandering and he found in it both the glamour and the reality that he wished, the reality in the rivers and the forests and the prairies that he saw, and the glamour in the hope of other and greater rivers and forests and prairies to come.
Indian summer was at hand.

All the woods were dyed in vivid colors, reds and yellows and browns, and glowed with dazzling hues in the intense sunlight.

Often the haze of Indian summer hung afar and softened every outline.

Henry's feeling that he was one of the band grew stronger, and they, too, began to regard him as their own.

His freedom was extended more and more and with astonishing quickness he soon picked up enough words of their dialect to make himself intelligible.