Now, young as he was, he became one of the best hunters for the village and with the others he roamed far over the snowy hills in search of game.
Many were the prizes that fell to his steady aim and eye, chief among them the deer, the bear and the buffalo.
His fame in the village grew fast, and it would be hiding the fact to deny that he enjoyed it.

The wild rough life with its limitless range over time and space appealed to every instinct in him, and his new fame as a tireless and skillful hunter was very sweet to him.

He thought of his people and Wareville, it is true, but he consoled himself again with the belief that they were well and he would return to them when the chance came, and then he plunged all the deeper and with all the more zest into his new life which had so many fascinations.

At Wareville there were certain bounds which he must respect, certain weights which he must carry, but here he was free from both.
Meanwhile his body thrived at a prodigious rate.

One could almost see him grow.