His coat was of superfine green cloth, heavily ornamented with gold epaulets and gold lace.

His trousers were of the same green cloth with gold braid all along the seams, and his feet were in shoes of glossy leather with gold buckles.

A splendid cocked hat with a feather in it was upon his head.

Beneath the shadow of the hat was a face of reddish bronze, aged but intelligent, and, above all, honest.
Hendrik in an attire so singular for a Mohawk might have looked ridiculous to many a man, but Robert, who knew so much of Indian nature, found him dignified and impressive.
"I have heard of you, my son," said Hendrik, in the precise, scholarly English which Tayoga used.

"You are a friend of the brave young chief, Daganoweda, and to you, because of your gift of speech, has been given the name, Dagaeoga.