The men of the Hodenosaunee seem to have a special gift.
You know the old chief, Hendrik, foretold that he would die on the shores of Andiatarocte, and it came to pass just as he had said." "It was a glorious death, Dagaeoga, and it was, perhaps, he who saved our army, and made the victory possible." "So it was.

There's not a doubt of it, but, here, I don't feel much like taking part in a war.

The great struggle seems to have passed around us for a while, at least.

I appear to myself as a man of peace, occupied wholly with the struggle for existence and with preparations for a hard winter.

I don't want to harm anything." "Perhaps it's because nothing we know of wants to harm us.