It is no merit of mine that they are so.

Why should a man talk about a gift from Manitou, when it really is the work of Manitou?
Ah, the bear is going toward the south and he is well frightened because he never stops to look back, nor does he hesitate! Now he is gone and he will not come back again!" Black Rifle glanced at the Onondaga in the dusk, and his eyes were full of admiration.
"You have wonderful gifts, Tayoga," he said.

"I don't believe such eyes and ears as yours are to be found in the head of any other man." "But, as I have just told you, Black Rifle, however good they may be the credit belongs to Manitou and not to me.

I am but a poor instrument." "Still you find 'em useful, and the exercise of such powers must yield a certain pleasure.

They're particularly valuable just now, as I'm thinking we'll have an eventful night." "I think so too, Black Rifle.