“Gaoh is not very restless today,” continued Tayoga.  “He struggles but lightly, and the wind from the west is soft upon our faces.”

“And it brings the perfume of flowers and of tender young leaves with it, Tayoga,” said Willet.  “It’s a wonderful world and I’m just a boy today, standing at its threshold.”

“And even though war may come, perhaps Manitou will smile upon us,” said Tayoga.  “The Three Sisters whom Hawenneu, who is the same to the white man as Manitou, gave to us, the spirit of the Corn, the spirit of the Squash and the spirit of the Bean will abide with us and give us plenty.  The spirits in the shape of beautiful young girls hover over us.  We cannot see them, but they are there.”

He looked up and shadows passed over their heads.  To the mystic soul of the young Onondaga they were the spirits of the three sisters who typified abundance, and Robert himself quivered.  He still saw with the eyes and felt with the heart of an Iroquois.

Both he and Tayoga were conscious that the spirits were everywhere about them.  All the elements and all the powers of nature were symbolized and typified.  The guardians of fire, earth, water, healing, war, the chase, love, winter, summer and a multitude of others, floated in the air.  The trees themselves had spirits and identity and all the spirits who together constituted the Honochenokeh were the servants and assistants of Hawenneyu.  To the eyes of Tayoga that saw not and yet saw, it was a highly peopled world, and there was meaning in everything, even in the fall of the leaf.

Tayoga presently put his fingers to his lips and uttered a long mellow whistle.  A whistle in reply came from a grove just ahead, and fourteen men, all of middle years or beyond, emerged into view.  Though elderly, not one among them showed signs of weakness.  They were mostly tall, they held themselves very erect, and their eyes were of uncommon keenness and penetration.  They were the fourteen sachems of the Onondagas, and at their head was the first in rank, Tododaho, a name that never ceased to exist, being inherited from the great chief who founded the League centuries before, and being passed on from successor to successor.  Close to him came Tonessaah, whose name also lasted forever and who was the hereditary adviser of Tododaho, and near him walked Daatgadose and the others.

Tayoga, Robert and Willet stopped, and the great chief, Tododaho, a man of splendid presence, in the full glory of Iroquois state costume, gave them welcome.  The sight of Tayoga, of lofty birth, of the clan of the Bear, of the nation Onondaga, was particularly pleasing to his eyes.  It was well that the young warriors, who some day would be chiefs to lead in council and battle, should be present.  And the coming of the white man and the white lad, who were known to be trusted friends of the Hodenosaunee, was welcome also.