Now he used all his surpassing knowledge and skill in the chase, and game began to pour into the colony, bear, deer, buffalo and the smaller animals, until he alone seemed able to feed the entire settlement through the winter.
He experienced a new thrill keener and more delightful than any that had gone before; he was doing for others and the knowledge was most pleasant.

Winter came on, fierce and unyielding with almost continuous snow and ice, and Henry Ware was the chief support of that little village in the wilderness.

The game wandering with its fancy, or perhaps taking alarm at the new settlement had drifted far, and he alone of all the hunters could find it.

The voices that had been raised against him a second time were stilled again, because no one dared to accuse when his single figure stood between them and starvation.
He took Paul Cotter with him on some of his hunts, but never even to Paul did he tell the secret of his hut in the morass; that was to be guarded for himself alone.

He was fond of Paul, but Paul able though he was fell far behind Henry in the forest.
The debt of Wareville to him grew and none felt privileged to criticise him now, as he appeared from the forest and disappeared into it again on his self-chosen tasks.
The winter broke up at last, but with the spring came a new and more formidable danger.