human
Art thou coming to our lodge, dear Blossom? asked Edith, and then added,
gpt
Where is thy father?
human
We both come, answered the girl, in fluent English, with no more of the Indian accent than served to give a peculiar softness to her tones.
gpt
I wait the Black Eagle here since dawn of day. He has gone towards the morning, with our father the White Heron; for we heard of Hurons by the side of Corlear, and some thought the hatchet would be unburied; so he journeyed to hear more from our friends by the Horicon, and bade me stay and tell you and our brother Walter to forbear that road if I saw you turn your eyes towards the east wind. He and the White Heron will be by your father's council-fire with the first star.