A canoe may be concealed in a thicket at the creek's edge, a bow and arrows may be thrust away under a ledge, all awaiting the coming of their owner when he needs them most." "The chance seems too small to me, Lennox.

I can't think a pair of snow shoes will rise out of the forest just when Tayoga wants 'em, walk up to him and say: 'Please strap us on your feet.' I make concession freely that the Onondaga is a most wonderful fellow, but he can't work miracles.

He does not hold such complete mastery over the wilderness that it will obey his lightest whisper.

I read fairy tales in my youth and they pleased me much, but alas! they were fairy tales! The impossible doesn't happen!" "Who's the great talker now?
Your words were flowing then like the trickling of water from a spout.

But you're wrong, Will, about the impossible.