The settler had made but little impression upon the surrounding forest.

The trees had been cut away for a distance of fifteen or twenty paces on every side, but the wilderness still curved in solid array about the lone cabin, as if it would soon reclaim its own and blot out the sole sign of man's intrusion.

Everywhere the foliage glowed with the deep reds and yellows and browns of October, and afar hung a faint bluish haze, like an early sign of Indian summer.

The slight wind among the leaves had a soothing note, and breathed of nothing but peace.

Peace Henry Ware devoutly hoped that it would be.
His task was easy.