When the thaw had been going on for a day and a night a terrific winter hurricane broke over the forest.

Trees were shattered as if their trunks had been shot through by huge cannon balls.

Here and there long windrows were piled up, and vast areas were a litter of broken boughs.
"As I reckon, and allowing for the marvels you say he can perform, Tayoga is now in the vale of Onondaga, Lennox," said Wilton.

"It's lucky that he's there in the comfortable log houses of his own people, because a man could scarcely live in the forest in such a storm as this, as he would be beaten to death by flying timbers." "This time, Will, you're wrong in both assumptions.

Tayoga has already been to the vale of Onondaga.