THE VOICE OF THE WOODS To study now was the hardest task that Henry had ever undertaken.

It was even easier to find food when he and Paul were unarmed and destitute in the forest.

The walls of the little log house in which he sat inclosed him like a cell, the air was heavy and the space seemed to grow narrower and narrower.

Then just when the task was growing intolerable he would look across the room and seeing the studious face of Paul bent over the big text of an ancient history, he would apply himself anew to his labor which consisted chiefly of "figures," a bit of the world's geography, and a little look into the history of England.
Mr.Pennypacker would neither praise nor blame, but often when the boy did not notice he looked critically at Henry.

"I don't think your son will be a great scholar," he said once to Mr.Ware, "but he will be a Nimrod, a mighty hunter before men, and a leader in action.