That anvil has a history.

It was lost once, and lay for years in the woods, until some Indians found it again.

It is called the Ringing Stone, and Indians come from miles around to see and hear it." The missionary pointed out wide fields of corn, now growing yellow, and hillsides doted with browsing cattle, droves of sturdy-limbed horses, and pens of fat, grunting pigs--all of which attested to the growing prosperity of the Village of Peace.
On the way back to the cabin, while the others listened to and questioned Mr.Zeisberger, Jim was silent and thoughtful, for his thoughts reverted to his brother.
Later, as he walked with Nell by the golden-fringed stream, he spoke of Joe.
"Joe wanted so much to hunt with Wetzel.

He will come back; surely he will return to us when he has satisfied his wild craving for adventure.

Do you not think so ?" There was an eagerness that was almost pleading in Jim's voice.