Black night will not take a single ray from its glory." "It's so, Tayoga, but you talk like a book or a prophet.

I'm wondering if our lives are not like the going and coming of the sun.

Maybe we pass on from one to another, forever and forever, without ending." "Great Bear himself feels the spell of Areskoui also." "I do, but we'd better stop rhapsodizing and think about our needs.
Here, Robert, wake up and come back to earth! It's no time to sing a song to the sun with the forest full of our red enemies and the white too, perhaps." Robert awoke with a start.
"You dragged me out of a beautiful world," he said.
"A world in which you were the central star," rejoined the hunter.
"So I was, but isn't that the case with all the imaginary worlds a man creates?
He's their sun or he wouldn't create 'em." "We're getting too deep into the unknown.

Plant your feet on the solid earth, Robert, and let's think about the problems a dark night is going to bring us in the Indian country, not far south of the St.
Lawrence." Young Lennox shivered again.

The terraces in the west suddenly began to fade and the wind took on a fresh and sharper edge.
"I know one thing," he said.