"You are ten years older than I am. You must remember very well when I was born."
"How can that be?" answered Skenedonk. "Nobody in the tribe knows when you were born."
"Are children not like the young of other creatures? Where did I come from?"
"You came to the tribe with a man, and Chief Williams adopted you."
"Did you see the man?"
"No. I was on the other side of the ocean, in France."
"Who saw him?"
"None of our people. But it is very well known. If you had noticed anything you would have heard the story long ago."
What Skenedonk said was true. I asked him, bewildered—"Why did I never notice anything?"
The Oneida tapped his bald head.