If more are to come, and if there be among them Butler or McDonald or any white man, he will never mistake me for any of his fellows after he hears me speak." The Sagamore turned, the water swirling to his waist.

I followed.

We encountered nobody until the water began to shoal.

Then, in mid-stream, a dark figure loomed out of the night, confronting us, and I heard him say in the Seneca language: "Halt and turn.

You travel the wrong way!" "Go forward and mind your business!" I said in English.
The shadowy figure seemed astounded, remaining motionless there in the ford.