Mighty oaks and hickories grew right at the water's edge, throwing out their boughs so far that often the whole stream was in the shade.

Henry enjoyed it.

This was one of the things that his fancy had pictured.

He was now floating down an unknown river, through unknown lands, and, like as not, his and Paul's were the first human eyes that had ever looked upon these hills and splendid forests.

Reposing now after work and danger he breathed again the breath of the wilderness.