Then Daganoweda said farewell to Robert, Tayoga, Willet and Black Rifle, addressing each according to his quality.  Them he trusted.  He knew them to be great warriors and daring rovers of the wilderness.  He had no advice for them, because he knew they did not need it, but he expected them to be his comrades often in the great war, and he wished them well.  To Tayoga he said: 

“You and I, oh, young chief of the Onondagas, have hearts that beat alike.  The Onondagas do well to keep aloof from the white man’s quarrels for the present, and to sit at peace, though watchful, in the vale of Onondaga, but your hopes are with our friends the English and you in person fight for them.  We Mohawks know whom to hate.  We know that the French have robbed us more than any others.  We know, that their Quebec is our Stadacona.  So we have dug up the tomahawk and last night we showed to Sharp Sword and his men and Tandakora the Ojibway how we could use it.”

Sharp Sword was the Iroquois name for St. Luc, who had already proved his great ability and daring as a forest leader.

“The Ganeagaono are now the chief barrier against the French and their tribes,” said Tayoga.

The brilliant eyes of Daganoweda glittered in his dark face.  He knew that Tayoga would not pay the Mohawks so high a compliment unless he meant it.

“Tayoga,” he said, “we belong to the leading nations of the great League of the Hodenosaunee, you to the Onundahgaono and I to the Ganeagaono.  You are first in the council and we are first on the warpath.  It was Tododaho, the Onondaga, who first formed the great League and it was Hayowentha, the Mohawk, who combed the snakes out of his hair and who strengthened it and who helped him to build it so firmly that it shall last forever.  Brothers are we, and always shall be.”

He touched his forehead in salute, and the Onondaga touched his in reply.

“Aye, brothers are we,” he said, “Mohawk and Onondaga, Onondaga and Mohawk.  The great war of the white kings which draws us in it has come, but I know that Hayowentha watches over his people, and Tododaho over his.  In the spring when I went forth in the night to fight the Hurons I gazed off there in the west where shines the great star on which Tododaho makes his home, and I saw him looking down upon me, and casting about me the veil of his protection.”

Daganoweda looked up at the gleaming blue of the heavens, and his eyes glittered again.  He believed every word that Tayoga said.

“As Tododaho watches over you, so Hayowentha watches over me,” he said, “and he will bring me back in safety and victory from the St. Lawrence.  Farewell again, my brother.”

“Farewell once more, Daganoweda!”

The Mohawk chief plunged into the forest, and his fifty warriors followed him.  Like a shadow they were gone, and the waving bushes gave back no sign that they had ever been.  Captain Colden rubbed his eyes and then laughed.