It is hardly necessary to say that I bowed respectfully, laid down the hurdy-gurdy, drew the flute from my pocket, and, after a few flourishes, commenced playing one of the newest airs, or melodies, from a favourite opera. I saw the colour rush into Martha's cheeks the moment I had got through a bar or two, and the start she gave satisfied me that the dear girl remembered her brother's flute. I had played on that very instrument ever since I was sixteen, but I had made an immense progress in the art during the five years just passed in Europe. Masters at Naples, Paris, Vienna and London had done a great deal for me; and I trust I shall not be thought vain if I add, that nature had done something, too. My excellent grandmother listened in profound attention, and all four of the girls were enchanted. "That music is worthy of being heard in a room," observed the former, as soon as I concluded the air; "and we shall hope to hear it this evening, at the Nest House, if you remain anywhere near us. In the mean time, we must pursue our airing." As my grandmother spoke she leaned forward, and extended her hand to me, with a benevolent smile. I advanced, received the dollar that was offered, and, unable to command my feelings, raised the hand to my lips, respectfully but with fervour. Had Martha's face been near me, it would have suffered also. I suppose there was nothing in this respectful salutation that struck the spectators as very much out of the way, foreigners having foreign customs, but I saw a flush in my venerable grandmother's cheek, as the carriage moved off. _She_ had noted the warmth of the manner. My uncle had turned away, I dare say to conceal the tears that started to his eyes, and Jaaf followed towards the door of the hut, whither my uncle moved, in order to do the honours of the place. This left me quite alone with the Indian. "Why no kiss _face_ of grandmodder?" asked the Onondago, coolly and quietly. Had a clap of thunder broken over my head, I could not have been more astonished! The disguise that had deceived my nearest relations--that had baffled Seneca Newcome, and had set at naught even his sister Opportunity--had failed to conceal me from that Indian, whose faculties might be supposed to have been numbed with age! "Is it possible that you know me, Susquesus!" I exclaimed, signing towards the negro at the same time, by way of caution; "that you remember me, at all! I should have thought this wig, these clothes, would have concealed me." "Sartain," answered the aged Indian, calmly. "Know young chief soon as see him; know fader--know mudder; know gran'fader, gran'mudder--great-gran'fader; _his_ fader, too; know all. Why forget young chief?" "Did you know me before I kissed my grandmother's hand, or only by that act?" "Know as soon as see him. What eyes good for, if don't know? Know uncle, dere, sartain; welcome home!" "But you will not let others know us, too, Trackless? We have always been friends, I hope?"