He has seen the white man pressing up from the sea, and spreading over the lands of his fathers.

He has seen the glens of the hills parcelled out like the meadows of Henricus, and a great multitude surging ever on to the West.

His race is doomed by God to perish before the stranger; but not yet awhile, for the white man comes slowly.

It hath been told that the Children of the West Wind must seek their cradle, and while there is time he would join them in that quest.

The white men follow upon their heels, but in his day and in that of his son's sons they will lead their life according to the ancient ways.