His feet do not sink
in the snow. He skims upon it like a swallow through the air. His feet
are encased in something long and narrow. He has on snow shoes and he
goes like the wind!"
"You do have supreme confidence in the Onondaga, Lennox!"
"So would you if you knew him as I do, Will, a truth I've told you
several times already."
"But he can't provide for every emergency!"
"Must I tell you for the twentieth time that you don't know Tayoga as
I know him?"
"No, Lennox, but I'll wait and see what happens."
The fall of snow lasted the entire day and the following night. The
wilderness was singularly beautiful, but it was also inaccessible,
comfortable for those in the fort, but outside the snow lay nearly two
feet deep.
"I hope that vision of yours comes true," said Wilton to Robert, as
they looked at the forest. "They say the Highland Scotch can go into
trances or something of that kind, and look into the future, and I
believe the Indians claim the gift, but I've never heard that English
and Americans assumed the possession of such powers."
"I'm no seer," laughed Robert. "I merely use my imagination and
produce for myself a picture of things two or three days ahead.
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