The eight found seats at a table on a sanded floor, and contented themselves with lemonade, which they drank slowly, while they talked and looked.
It was a motley and strange throng; American, English, Dutch, German, Indian, Swedish.

A half dozen languages were heard in the great room, forerunner of the many elements that were to enter in the composition of the American nation.

And the crowd was already cosmopolitan.

Difference of race attracted no attention.

Men took no notice of Tayoga because he was an Indian, unless to admire his tall, straight figure and proud carriage.