Wilton, the Quaker, was the greatest talker of them all, which he declared was due to suppression in childhood.
"It's something like the battle fever which will come out along about the fourth or fifth generation," he said.

"I suppose there's a certain amount of talk that every man must do in his lifetime, and, having been kept in a state of silence by my parents all through my youth, I'm now letting myself loose in the woods." "Don't apologize, Will," said Colden.

"Your chatter is harmless, and it lightens the spirits of us all." "The talker has his uses," said Tayoga gravely.

"My friend Lennox, known to the Hodenosaunee as Dagaeoga, is golden-mouthed.

The gift of great speech descends upon him when time and place are fitting." "And so you're an orator, are you ?" said Carson, looking at Robert.
Young Lennox blushed.
"Tayoga is my very good friend," he replied, "and he gives me praise I don't deserve." "When one has a gift direct from Manitou," said the Onondaga, gravely, "it is not well to deny it.