When he awoke from a restless slumber, Tayoga stood beside him, holding in his hand a small iron kettle made in Canada, and a great iron spoon.
"They are the best they had in the village," he said.

"It is not a large and rich village and so its possessions are not great, but I think these will do.

I have also brought with me some very tender meat of a young deer that I found in one of the lodges." "You're all you claimed to be and more, Tayoga," said Robert earnestly and gratefully.
The Onondaga lighted a fire in a dip, and cutting the deer into tiny bits made a most appetizing soup, which Robert's weak stomach was able to retain and to crave more.
"No," said Tayoga, "enough for tonight, but you shall have twice as much in the morning.

Now, go to sleep again." "I haven't been doing anything but sleep for the last day or two.

I want to get up and walk." "And have your fever come back.