Go ahead and spout language, because you're only lads and I can see that you enjoy it." "I'm going to sleep now," said Tayoga, "but Dagaeoga can keep on talking and be happy, because he will talk to himself long after we have gone to the land of dreams." "If I do talk to myself," said Robert, "it's because I like to talk to a bright fellow, and I like to have a bright fellow talk to me.

Sleep as soundly as you please, you two, because while you're sleeping I can carry on an intellectual conversation." The hunter laughed again.
"It's no use, Tayoga," he said.

"You can't put him down.

The fifty wise old sachems in the vale of Onondaga proclaimed him a great orator, and great orators must always have their way." "It is so," said the Onondaga.

"The voice of Dagaeoga is like a river.
It flows on forever, and like the murmur of the stream it will soothe me to deeper slumbers.