He put on the buckskin hunting shirt, leggings and moccasins, fringed and beaded, and with them he felt all his old zest and pride returning.

He kissed his mother and sister good-by, shook hands with his younger brother, did the same with his astonished father at the door, and then, rifle on shoulder, disappeared in the circling forest.
That night Braxton Wyatt sneered and said that a savage could not keep from being a savage, but Paul Cotter turned upon him so fiercely that he took it back.

The schoolmaster made no comment aloud, but to himself he said, "It was bound to come and perhaps it is no loss that it has come." Meanwhile Henry Ware was tasting the fiercest and keenest joy of his life.

The great forest seemed to reach out its boughs like kind arms to welcome and embrace.

How cool was the shade! How the shafts of sunlight piercing the leaves fell like golden arrows on the ground! How the little brooks laughed and danced over the pebbles! This was his world and he had been too long away from it.