There are thick vines and bushes to which to hold, and remember that the splendid water is at the end of the journey." "Then, Robert, you go," said the hunter, "and mind, too, that you get back soon, because my throat is parching.

I'd like to have one deep drink before the warriors attack." Robert followed Tayoga, and, obeying his instructions, was soon at the fountain, where he drank once, twice, thrice, and then once more of the finest water he could recall.

Then, deeply grateful for the Onondaga's observation, he climbed back, and the hunter took his turn.
"It was certainly good, Tayoga," he said, when he was back in position.

"Some men don't think much of water, but none of us can live without it.

You've saved our lives." "Perhaps, O Great Bear," responded the Onondaga, "but if the bushes below continue to shake as they are doing we shall have to save them again.