The world was coming forth from its torpor of winter refreshed and strengthened.
He saw all about him the signs of new life--the tender young grass in shades of delicate green, the opening buds on the trees, and a subtle perfume that came on the edge of the Southern wind.

Beyond him the wild turkeys on the hill were calling to each other.
He stood there a long time breathing the fresh breath of this new world, and the old desire to wander through illimitable forests and float silently down unknown rivers came over him.

He would not feel the need of companionship on long wanderings.

Nature would then be sufficient, talking to him in many tongues.
The wind heavy, with perfumes of the South, came over the hill and on its crest the wild turkeys were still clucking to each other.

Henry, through sheer energy and flush of life, ran up the slope, and watched them as they took flight through the trees, their brilliant plumage gleaming in the sunshine.
It was the highest hill near Wareville and he stood a while upon its crest.