In truth, Dave, I don't know what would become of you and Tayoga if you didn't have me along with you most all the time! How good the fire feels! The warmth touches my fingers and goes stealing up my arms and into my body! It reaches my face too and goes stealing down to meet the fine heat that makes a channel of my fingers! A glorious fire, Tayoga! I tell you, a glorious fire, Dave! The finest fire that's burning anywhere in the world!" "The quality of a fire depends on the service it gives," said the hunter.
"Dagaeoga has many words when he is happy," said the Onondaga.

"His tongue runs on like the pleasant murmur of a brook, but he does it because Manitou made him that way.

The world must have talkers as well as doers, and it can be said for Lennox that he acts as well as talks." "Thanks, I'm glad you put in the saving clause," laughed Robert.

"But it's a mighty good thing we built our wooden wall.

That wind would cut to the bone if it could get at you." "The wind at least will keep the warriors away," said Tayoga.