The underbrush is thick, and he travels slowly. He keeps going and going into the darkness. Soon the sound of the guns is faint. He notices more things of the forest the sun, insects, and birds. Nature seems to not hear the rumble of death.
Henry is relieved and relaxed by the landscape.
It carries a sense of peace. He throws a pine cone at a squirrel, who runs away in fear. This also settles Henry's mind. Henry continues walking until he gets to a swamp. The sounds of the battle are barely audible.