Here they heard news.
“The trader George Croghan and Sattelihu whom the English call Captain Montour have been here with presents and talk from the Governor of Pennsylvania,” said Scarouady. “I know there is jealousy between the men of Onas and the Long Knives of Assaragoa who rules Virginia. We will go ahead of Gist to Logstown and prepare the way.”
So they left Christopher Gist to talk with the Delawares of King Shanopin, and then to swim his horses through the swift, cold Allegheny; and they went on to Logstown.
Tanacharison was not here. He was still out hunting. Only White Thunder was here, and a few old men. The trader Croghan and Captain Montour whose Seneca name was Sattelihu had stopped, and gone into the west, bearing presents and peace belts from Pennsylvania to the Miamis of Ohio.
“You have been away a long time, Hunter,” Bright Lightning greeted Robert.
“I have been to the Americans,” said Robert.
“Who are they?”
“They are the people of the captain Washington, in the Long Knives’ country.”
“Wah!” Bright Lightning exclaimed. “What do they look like?”
“Like the English. They are white, too; but they differ like the Mohican differs from the Delaware.”