"I go now," I continued, "to Governor Burnet. I shall ask him to make a law that Indians shall be as safe from mockery as from violence in New York."
"Governor Burnet is a good man. My brother will speak to friendly ears. He does not say '—— Injun' and 'dirty beast' because we live differently from him. He is a man."
"You call me brother," I said. "I have no friends in this land. May I call you brother?"
That wonderful expression of burning intelligence lighted his face again.
"My brother has befriended Ta-wan-ne-ars. Ta-wan-ne-ars is his friend and brother. Ta-wan-ne-ars will not forget."
He raised his right hand arm high in the gesture of greeting or farewell, and we separated.
IX
THE GOVERNOR IN COUNCIL
Where Garden Street[[1]] crosses the Broad-Way I met the town bellringer brandishing his bell.
[[1]] Now Exchange Place.