The Ojibway, he said, had divined the identity of the fugitives and every motive would make him follow, even all the way across the Province of New York and beyond, if need be.
They came at last to a lake, large, beautiful, extending many miles through the wilderness, and Tayoga, usually so calm, uttered a little cry of delight, which Robert repeated, but in fuller volume.
"I think lakes are the finest things in the world," he said.

"They always stir me." "And that is why Manitou put so many and such splendid ones in the land of the Hodenosaunee," said Tayoga.

"This is Ganoatohale, which you call in your language Oneida, and it is on its shores that I hid the canoe of which I spoke to you.

I think we shall find it just as I left it." "I devoutly hope so.

A canoe and paddles would give me much pleasure just now, and Ganoatohale will leave no trail." They walked northward along the shore of the lake, and they came to a place where many tall reeds grew thick and close in shallow water.