He had no sense of loneliness, his mind was in perfect tune with everything about him, and delighted in the triumphant manifestation of nature.
He stayed there all day, content to lie still and meditate vaguely of anything that came of its own accord into his mind.

About the twilight hour he cooked some venison, ate it and then slept a dreamless sleep through the night.
The rain ceased the next day but the air became crisp and cold, and autumn was fully come.

In a week the forest was dyed into the most glowing colors, red and yellow and brown, and the shades between.

The heavens were pure blue and gold, and it was a poignant delight to breathe the keen air.

Again he ranged far and rejoiced in the hunting.
His infallible rifle never missed, and in the little hut in the marsh the stock of furs and skins grew so fast that scarcely room for himself was left.