“All very true, my friend; but, as that sort of measurement will not answer to keep farms separate, we are obliged to survey the whole off into lots of smaller size. The Mohawks first gave my father and his friend, as much land as they could walk round in two suns, allowing them the night to rest in.” “_That_ good deed!” exclaimed the Indian, with strong emphasis. “Leg can't cheat--pen great rogue.” “Well, we have the benefit of both grants; for the proprietors actually walked round the estate, a party of Indians accompanying them, to see that all was fair. After that, the chiefs signed a deed in writing, that there might be no mistake, and then we got the King's grant.” “Who give King land, at all?--All land here red-man land; who give him to king?” “Who made the Delawares women?--The warriors of he Six nations, was it not, Susquesus?” “Yes--my people help. Six Nation great warrior, and put petticoat on Delawares, so they can't go on war-path any more. What that to do with King's land?” “Why, the King's warriors, you know, my friend, have taken possession of this country, just as the Six Nations took possession of the Delawares, before they made them women.” “What become of King's warrior, now?” demanded the Indian, quick as lightning. “Where he run away to? Where land Ticonderoga, now? Whose land t'other end lake, now?” “Why, the King's troops have certainly met with a disaster; and, for the present, their rights are weakened, it must be admitted. But, another day may see all this changed, and the King will got his land again. You will remember, he has not sold Ticonderoga to the French, as the Mohawks sold Mooseridge to us; and that, you must admit, makes a great difference. A bargain is a bargain, Onondago.” “Yes, bargain, bargain--that good. Good for red-man, good for pale-face--no difference--what Mohawk sell, he no take back, but let pale-face keep--but how come Mohawk and King sell, too? Bot' own land, eh?”