He loved it--its silence, its magnificent spaces, and its majesty.

He was glad that he had come to Kentucky, where life was so much grander than it was back in the old Eastern regions.

Here one was not fenced in and confined and could grow to his true stature.
They ate their dinner on the raft, still floating peacefully and tried to guess how far they had come, but neither was able to judge the speed of the current.

Paul fitted himself into a snug place on their queer craft and after a while went to sleep.

Henry watched him, lest he turn over and fall into the river and also kept an eye out for other things.
He was watching thus, when about the middle of the afternoon he saw a thin dark line, lying like a thread, against the blue skies.