On a small shelf lay an English dictionary and several readers.

They too were worn.

He had spent many a grieving hour over them when he had come from the Iroquois forests to learn the white man's lore.

He recalled how he had hated them for a time, and how he had looked out of his school windows at the freedom for which he had longed.

But he was made of wrought steel, both mind and body, and always the white youth, Lennox, his comrade, was at his elbow in those days of his scholastic infancy to help him.