They too saw the passing youths, but since no hand was raised to hurt them they sang, in their way, as they worked and played.
The wilderness spell was strong upon Tayoga, whose ancestors had lived unknown ages in the forest.

The wind from the north as it rustled the leaves filled his strong lungs and made the great pulses leap.

The bow in his hand fitted into the palm like a knife in its sheath.

He heard the animals and the birds, and the sounds were those to which his ancestors had listened a thousand years and more.

Once again he was proud of his heritage.