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tribe, the Six Nations, and himself. He was consti- 

 tutionally sedate, was never observed to smile, much 

 less to indulge in the ' luxury of a laugh.' When 

 I saw him he estimated his age to be over one hun- 

 dred years. I think one hundred and three was 

 about his reckoning of it. This would make him 

 near one hundred and five years old at the time of 

 his decease. His person was much stooped, and his 

 stature was far short of what it had once been — not 

 being over five feet six inches, at the time I speak 

 of. Mr. John Strathers of Ohio, told me some 

 years since, that he had seen him nearly fifty years 

 ago, and at that period he was about his own height, 

 viz : six feet one inch. Time and hardship had made 

 dreadful impressions upon that ancient form. The 

 chest was sunken and his shoulders were drawn for- 

 ward, making the upper part of his body resemble a 

 trough. His feet, too, (for he had take off his moc- 

 casins,) were deformed and haggard by injury. I 

 would say that most of the fingers on one hand were 

 useless; the sinews had been severed by a blow of the 

 tomahawk or scalping knife. How I longed to ask 

 him what scene of blood and strife had thus stamped 

 the enduring evidence of its existence upon his 

 person ! But to have done so would, in all proba- 

 bility, have put an end to all further conversation on 

 any subject- — the information desired would cer- 

 tainly not have been obtained — and I had to forego 

 my curiosity. He had but one eye, and even the 

 socket of the lost organ was hidden by the overhang- 

 ing brow resting upon the high cheek bone. His 

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