I find that my head is much better without it." "The intoxicating drinks of the white men are not good for the red race," said Tayoga gravely.

"The warriors of the Hodenosaunee are able to fight anything else, but strong liquors take away their brains and make them like little children who fly into passions over trifles." De Galisonniere looked with great interest at the young Onondaga, being impressed by the dignity of his manner and the soberness of his speech.
"You speak perfect English," he observed.
"I learned it in a white man's school at Albany," said Tayoga.

"Lennox was my comrade there, just as he has been in the woods." "You will see a much greater town than Albany when you arrive at Quebec.
You will see a noble city, on a noble site, an impregnable fortress, guarded by the most valiant troops in the world.

For its like you would have to cross the sea to our old land of France." "I have heard much of Stadacona, which you call Quebec," said Tayoga, without any alteration of tone.

"Our old men speak often of it, when it belonged to our brethren, the Ganeagaono, known to you as the Mohawks, who never sold or ceded it to anybody." De Galisonniere's face fell a little, but he recovered himself quickly.
"That was generations ago," he said, "and time makes many shifts and changes.