The Onondaga presently held up a hand and the three stopped.
"What is it, Tayoga ?" asked the hunter.
"I wish to sing a song." "Then sing it, Tayoga." A bird suddenly gave forth a long, musical, thrilling note.

It rose in a series of trills, singularly penetrating, and died away in a haunting echo.

A few moments of silence and then from a point in the forest in front of them another bird sang a like song.
"They are friends," said Tayoga, who was the first bird, "and it may be, since we are within the range of the Mohawks, that it is our friend, the great young chief Daganoweda, who replied.

I do not think any one else could sing a song so like my own." "I'm wagering that it's Daganoweda and nobody else," said Willet confidently, and scorning cover now they advanced at increased speed toward the fire.
A splendid figure, tall, heroic, the nose lofty and beaked like that of an ancient Roman, the feather headdress brilliant and defiant like that of Tayoga, came forward to meet them, and Robert saw with intense pleasure that it was none other than Daganoweda himself.

Nor was the delight of the young Mohawk chieftain any less--the taciturnity and blank faces of Indians disappeared among their friends--and he came forward, smiling and uttering words of welcome.
"Daganoweda," said Willet, "the sight of you is balm to the eyes.