Henry opened his mouth and breathed the fresh clean air, and he felt that like the leaves and grass he, too, was gaining new life.
When he went forth the next day in the dripping forest the wilderness seemed to be alive.

The game swarmed everywhere and he was a lazy man who could not take what he wished.

It was like a late touch of spring, but it did not last long, for then the frosts came, the air grew crisp and cool and the foliage of the forest turned to wonderful reds and yellows and browns.

From the summit of the blockhouse tower Henry saw a great blaze of varied color, and he thought that he liked this part of the year best.

He could feel his own strength grow, and now that cold weather was soon to come he would learn new ways to seek game and new phases of the wilderness.
The autumn and its beauty deepened.