The news of the war had spread here, of course, but Harry surmised that it had made the mountaineers cautious, suppressing their natural curiosity.

He did not object at all to their reticence, as it made traveling easier for him.
They were now rowing along a southerly fork of the Kentucky.

Another deer had been killed, falling this time to the rifle of Jarvis, and one night they shot two wild turkeys.

Jarvis and his nephew would arrive home full handed in every respect, and his great tenor boomed out joyously over the stream, speeding away in echoes among the lofty peaks and ridges that had now turned from hills into real mountains.

They towered far above the stream, and everywhere there were masses of the deepest and densest green.