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Thayendanegea walked alone.
Even as a boy, growing up in the small village of Tioga not far from the bustling capital of Onondaga, he preferred going off into the woods by himself. He followed the white-tailed deer for hours. He searched for foxes. He taught himself to pass thought the dense woods at high speed, almost as though he were traveling down a smooth, well-paved highway. On the rare occasions when other boys joined his explorations, he challenged them to race. Invariably, Thayendanegea reached the clearing first, laughing and victorious. But he never boasted of his skill, and he never belittled his companions. Indeed, he tried to teach them to move through the forests just as rapidly as he did.
Some days he followed the great river north to where it entered the sea. Vast fields of cotton grew on the west bank. In the right season, when the light and the breeze struck them at just the right angle, the plants sparkled like whitecaps on the sea. At other times, the wisps of cotton swirled about the sky like huge, gentle, summer snow flurries. Passing through the cotton fields, however, was but a prelude to the sea. Thayendanegea loved nothing more than to walk for hours along the deserted beach, lost in his thoughts and dreams of the future.
Some days his wanderings took him to the northeast, where he passed through fields of indigo plants. The People of the Six Nations had learned many ways to dye the cotton cloth that they produced, but their favorite dye came from the indigo plants. As Thayendanegea grew older, his journeys through the northeast woods lasted for days and weeks and even months at a time. Virgin forests blanketed the northeast sector of the continent, largely unsettled and even unexplored. Thayendanegea mapped the unmapped areas, living off the deer and smaller animals he could kill, the nuts and berries he could gather, and the fresh, crisp water from the small streams that ran everywhere through the lush forest.
Traveling alone in those days was not without risk. While the People of the Six Nations had settled down and established settlements that tamed the wild areas of the continent, their traditional foes had not. The Wampanoag, the Nipmuck, the Mi'kmaq, and the Pennacook roamed the woods and hills around Onondaga; uncivilized barbarians stole what they could, pillaged villages and fields, and killed indiscriminately. Thayendanegea, however, seemed to have a special talent for avoiding them. Perhaps he could outrun them through the woods. Perhaps he was able to slip quietly past them. Perhaps he had a sixth sense that told him which areas to avoid. Whatever it was, he spent his days and nights traveling, exploring, wandering, walking.
And, always, Thayendanegea walked alone.
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Even as a boy, growing up in the small village of Tioga not far from the bustling capital of Onondaga, he preferred going off into the woods by himself. He followed the white-tailed deer for hours. He searched for foxes. He taught himself to pass thought the dense woods at high speed, almost as though he were traveling down a smooth, well-paved highway. On the rare occasions when other boys joined his explorations, he challenged them to race. Invariably, Thayendanegea reached the clearing first, laughing and victorious. But he never boasted of his skill, and he never belittled his companions. Indeed, he tried to teach them to move through the forests just as rapidly as he did.
Some days he followed the great river north to where it entered the sea. Vast fields of cotton grew on the west bank. In the right season, when the light and the breeze struck them at just the right angle, the plants sparkled like whitecaps on the sea. At other times, the wisps of cotton swirled about the sky like huge, gentle, summer snow flurries. Passing through the cotton fields, however, was but a prelude to the sea. Thayendanegea loved nothing more than to walk for hours along the deserted beach, lost in his thoughts and dreams of the future.
Some days his wanderings took him to the northeast, where he passed through fields of indigo plants. The People of the Six Nations had learned many ways to dye the cotton cloth that they produced, but their favorite dye came from the indigo plants. As Thayendanegea grew older, his journeys through the northeast woods lasted for days and weeks and even months at a time. Virgin forests blanketed the northeast sector of the continent, largely unsettled and even unexplored. Thayendanegea mapped the unmapped areas, living off the deer and smaller animals he could kill, the nuts and berries he could gather, and the fresh, crisp water from the small streams that ran everywhere through the lush forest.
Traveling alone in those days was not without risk. While the People of the Six Nations had settled down and established settlements that tamed the wild areas of the continent, their traditional foes had not. The Wampanoag, the Nipmuck, the Mi'kmaq, and the Pennacook roamed the woods and hills around Onondaga; uncivilized barbarians stole what they could, pillaged villages and fields, and killed indiscriminately. Thayendanegea, however, seemed to have a special talent for avoiding them. Perhaps he could outrun them through the woods. Perhaps he was able to slip quietly past them. Perhaps he had a sixth sense that told him which areas to avoid. Whatever it was, he spent his days and nights traveling, exploring, wandering, walking.
And, always, Thayendanegea walked alone.