"Are you speaking of my friend, Tayoga, of the Clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee?
Can it be possible, Wilton, that you are referring to him, when you talk of such humiliating subterfuges ?" "I refer to him and none other, Lennox.

I see him now, stumbling about in the deep forest, looking for shelter." "No, Wilton, you don't see Tayoga.

You merely see an idle figment of a brain that does not yet fully know my friend, the great young Onondaga.
But _I_ see him, and I see him clearly.

I behold a tall, strong figure, head slightly bent against the rain, eyes that see in the dark as well as yours see in the brightest sunlight, feet that move surely and steadily in the path, never stumbling and never veering, tireless muscles that carry him on without slackening." "Dithyrambic again, Lennox.

You are certainly loyal to your friend.