The stag gazed at him a few moments, and then, tossing his great antlers, turned and walked off in a graceful and dignified way through the woods.

Henry wondered where the deer would go, and if it would be far.

He wished that he, too, could roam the wilderness so lightly, wandering where he wished, having no cares and beholding new scenes every day.

That would be a life worth living.
The next morning his mother said to his father: "John, the boy is growing wild." "Yes," replied the father.

"They say it often happens with those who are taken young into the wilderness.