But he looked a man in the prime of life; his frame was vigorous, his skin unwrinkled, his eyes bright and full.

When he rose to welcome us, and Nantauquas stood beside him, there seemed not a score of years between them.
The matter upon which we had come was not one that brooked delay.

We waited with what patience we might until his long speech of welcome was finished, when, in as few words as possible, Rolfe laid before him our complaint against the Paspaheghs.

The Indian listened; then said, in that voice that always made me think of some cold, still, bottomless pool lying black beneath overhanging rocks: "My brothers may go in peace.

The Paspaheghs have washed off the black paint.