I could not wish for any better friend than Great Bear to be near when I leave this earth on my journey to the star on which the mighty Hayowentha, the Mohawk chief of long ago, lives." Willet was much affected, and he put his hand on the shoulder of his old friend.
"I hope you are wrong, Hendrik," he said, "and that many years of good life await you, but if you do fall it is fitting, as you say, to fall at the head of your warriors." The old chief smiled.

It was evident that he had made his peace with his Manitou, and that he awaited the future without anxiety.
"Remember the shores of Andiatarocte," he said.

"They are bold and lofty, covered with green forest, and they enclose the most beautiful of all the lakes.

It is a wonderful lake.

I have known it more than sixty years.