It's a good thing we have them, as the darkness is going to bring a chill with it." They found good shelter among the trees and bushes, a small hollow protected by great trees and undergrowth, into which they carried the canoe.
"Since it's not raining this is as good as a house for us," said Willet.
"I think it's better," said Robert.

"The odor of spruce and hemlock is so wonderful I wouldn't like to have it shut away from me by walls." The Onondaga drew in deep inhalations of the pure, healing air, and as his black eyes gleamed he walked to the edge of the little hollow and looked out in the dusk over the vast tangled wilderness of mountain and lake, forest and river.

The twilight was still infused with the red from the setting sun, and in the glow the whole world was luminous and glorified.

Now the eyes of Tayoga, which had flashed but lately, gave back the glow in a steady flame.
"Hawenneyu, the Divine Being whom all the red people worship, made many great lands," he said, "but he spent his work and love upon that which lies between the Hudson and the vast lakes of the west.

Then he rested and looking upon what he had done he was satisfied because he knew it to be the best in all the world, created by him." "How do you know it to be the best, Tayoga ?" asked Willet.