It will be mellow like the call of a trumpet.

It will be armed with force, and it will be beautiful with imagery; it will be suffused and charged with color, it will be the very essence of poetry and power, and as the aged Dagaeoga draws his very last breath so he will speak his very last word, and thus, in a golden cloud, his soul will go away into infinite space, to dwell forever in the bosom of Manitou, with the immortal sachems, Tododaho and Hayowentha!" "Do you know, Tayoga, I think that would be a happy death," said Robert earnestly.
The Onondaga laughed heartily.
"Thus does Dagaeoga show his true nature," he said.

"He was born with the spirit and soul of the orator, and the fact is disclosed often.

It is well.

The orator, be he white or red, will lose himself sometimes in his own words, but he is a gift from the gods, sent to lift up the souls, and cheer the rest of us.