The path is dark to Catharines-town.

Terror haunts those frightful shades.

Roya-nef! We need you! "Brother! Is there occasion for belts between us to confirm a brother's words, when this leathern girth I wear around my body carries a red wampum which all may see and read--my war axe and my knife ?" I raised my right arm slowly, and drew with my forefinger a great circle in the air around us: "Brother! Listen attentively! Since a Sagamore has read the belt I yesterday delivered, the day-sun has circled us where we now stand.

It is another day, O Roya-neh! In yonder fireplace new ashes whiten, new embers redden.

We have slept (touching my eyelids and then laying my right hand lightly over his); we have eaten (again touching his lips and then my own); and now--now here--now, in this place and on this day, I have returned to the Mohican fire--the Fire of Tamanund! Now I am seated (touching both knees).