Henry's mother threw her arms about his neck, and his father grasped him by the hand.

Paul was in the center of his own family, completely submerged, and all the space within the palisade resounded with joyous laugh and welcome, which became all the more heartfelt, when the schoolmaster told of the great danger through which they had passed.
That evening, when they sat around the low fire in his father's home--the spring nights were yet cool--Henry had to repeat the story of the salt-making and the great adventure with the Shawnees.

He grew excited as he told of the battle and the storm, his face flushed, his eyes shot sparks, and, as Mrs.Ware looked at him, she realized, half in pride, half in terror, that she was the mother of a hunter and warrior..