"What he did with Tayoga and the Great Bear proves it, but great as he is he is even greater in the council.

The words of the son of Onontio, St.Luc, may drip from his lips like honey, but the speech of Lennox is the voice of the south wind singing among the reeds.

Lennox will be a great orator among his people." Robert blushed, and yet his heart was beating at the praise of Dayohogo, obviously so sincere.

He felt with a sudden instinctive rush of conviction that the Mohawk was telling him the truth.

It was an early and partial display of the liquid and powerful speech, which afterward gave him renown in New York and far beyond, and which caused people everywhere to call him the "Golden Mouthed." And he was always eager to acknowledge that much of its strength came from the lofty thought and brilliant imagery shown by many of the orators of the nations of the Hodenosaunee, with whom so much of his youth was spent.
"I only spoke the thought that was in my mind, Dayohogo," he said modestly.
"Wherein is the beginning of great speech," said the sachem sagely.
"When Lennox returns from the journey on which he is now going it would be fit for him to go to the vale of Onondaga and meet St.Luc in debate before the fifty sachems." Robert's heart leaped again.