"No.

Umpachee is very old.
He has no squaw; he has no young men who call him father.

Umpachee is like that tree;" and he pointed, as he spoke, to a birch, which stood apart in the field, from which the bark had fallen, and which did show no leaf nor bud.
My brother hereupon spake to him of the great Father of both white and red men, and of his love towards them, and of the measure of light which he had given unto all men, whereby they might know good from evil, and by living in obedience to which they might be happy in this life and in that to come; exhorting him to put his trust in God, who was able to comfort and sustain him in his old age, and not to follow after lying Powahs, who did deceive and mislead him.
"My young brother's talk is good," said the old man.

"The Great Father sees that his skin is white, and that mine is red.

He sees my young brother when he sits in his praying-house, and me when me offer him corn and deer's flesh in the woods, and he says good.