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Updated: June 7, 2025
The great red trailer who had inherited the forest lore of countless generations smiled. "It is not any one of the thousands and it could not be," he said. "It is easy to tell that. The footsteps are those of a white man, because they turn out, and not in, as do ours of the red race. That is very easy; even Dagaeoga here, the great talker, knows it.
"It seems a good guess to me, Dagaeoga. Perhaps they take measures to meet the threat of Montcalm." "They're our elders, and we'll let them do the thinking on that point just now. Somehow, I feel light of heart, Tayoga, and I want to enjoy myself." "Even though the slaver and the spy are here, and we all believe that they threaten you?" "Even so. My heart is light, nevertheless.
Dagaeoga has come back! He stood here beside the Mountain Wolf! He was on this hill among the bushes all through the night, while the rangers fought the warriors among the trees below! He and the Mountain Wolf talked together and consulted while they looked at the forest!
"Do you know, Tayoga, I think that would be a happy death," said Robert earnestly. The Onondaga laughed heartily. "Thus does Dagaeoga show his true nature," he said. "He was born with the spirit and soul of the orator, and the fact is disclosed often. It is well.
By and by the Onondaga said: "I feel the fog thinning, Dagaeoga. A wind out of the west has risen, and soon it will take it all away." "But it has served its purpose. I shall always feel well toward fogs. Yes, here it goes! The wind is rising fast, and it is taking away the mists and vapors in great folds." The water began to roughen under the stiff breeze.
"I have heard of the fort that was built in the forest and how the young white soldiers with the help of Great Bear, Tayoga and Dagaeoga beat off the French and the savage tribes." "I supposed that runners of the Hodenosaunee would keep you informed. Well, the fort is there and our people still hold it, and we are here, anxious to get back into the main stream of big events.
The descent was harder than the ascent, but he reached the niche, without noise, and the sight of him was very welcome to Robert and the hunter who had begun to worry over his absence, which was much longer than they had expected. "Did you see the warriors, Tayoga?" asked young Lennox. "I saw them, Dagaeoga.
"Then the test of song which you have created is finished, and the prize has been won by the group on the right. It is a fine conceit that you have about the birds, Dagaeoga. I like it, and we will see it to the end." The song on their left died, the one on their right swelled anew, and then died in its turn. Soon the birds began to drift slowly away.
But Robert was more interested in observing the Indian boy than in finding the foot prints of the bear. "Joseph," he said, "you expect, of course, to be a great warrior and chief some day." The boy's eyes glittered. "There is nothing else for which I would care," he replied. "Hark, Dagaeoga, did you hear the cry of a night bird?"
They have a fleet of canoes, and I think they are making a chain, with the links connected so closely that we cannot pass. It is a real gauntlet for us to run, Dagaeoga." "And how are we to run it?" "We must pass as warriors, as men of their own." "I do not look like a warrior." "But you can make yourself look like one, in the fog at least, enough, perhaps, to go by.
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