"I think they are a people of warriors and what we call nobles," I answered.
"That means gentlemen," he said.
"Yes, if you choose," I agreed.
"But they take scalps and have vermin in their clothes," he suggested.
"And they are kind to the stranger and fearless and generous," I returned.
Corlaer, who usually said nothing, took his pipe from his mouth and blinked at me.
"Ja," he said. "Andt there is der same kind of fermin in Fort Orange or New York."
We slept that night in the Cayuga village, and in the morning forded the foot of the lake and pursued the trail westward again until it emerged upon the north bank of the Seneca River, which we followed to the village of Ga-nun-da-gwa[[13]] on the lake of that name.
[[13]] Site of Canandaigua, N.Y.
"Now we are in the country of the Senecas, brother," said Ta-wan-ne-ars, when we started the next morning. "You have seen the homes of all the other tribes, save only the Tuscaroras, who live to the south of the Oneidas; but none of them is so fair as the valley of Gen-nis-he-yo,[[14]] where my brethren dwell."