But unlike Tayoga, he had in him none of the priestly quality.

He had not drunk or even sipped at the white man's civilization.

The spirituality so often to be found in the Onondagas was unknown to him.

He was a warrior first, last and all the time.

He was Daganoweda of the Clan of the Turtle, of the Nation Ganeagaono, the Keepers of the Eastern Gate, of the great League of the Hodenosaunee, and he craved no glory save that to be won in battle, which he craved all the time.
Daganoweda, as he looked at his men, felt intense satisfaction, because the achievement of his Mohawks the night before had been brilliant and successful, but he concealed it from all save himself.