Never did a boy have more kinds of meat, morning, noon, and night.

The forest was full of game, the fish were just standing up in the river and crying to be caught, and the air was sometimes dark with wild fowl.

Henry enjoyed it.

He was always hungry.
Working and walking so much, and living in the open air every minute of his life, except when he was eating or sleeping, his young and growing frame demanded much nourishment, and it was not denied.
At last the great day came when he was allowed to kill a deer if he could.

Both Ross and Shif'less Sol had interceded for him.