In the mid-1700s, a boy was born to a Seneca woman of the Wolf Klan.

The boy was given the name Oetiani.

When the child was born, he didn't seem any different than any other Seneca baby.

But as the boy grew, it soon became apparent that he was quite different.

You see, while many of the other boys were out playing with sticks and throwing black walnuts at each other,

the young boy would be deep in the forest, walking and talking to himself.

This made some of the people in the village laugh at the strange child.

Otiani's mother was troubled by her son's behavior, so she decided to follow him one day. As she crept through the woods,

her son began to speak to himself in the voice of a man. Brother, listen to what we say.

There was a time when our forefathers owned this great island.

The seats extended to the rising and the setting sun.

The great spirit made all of the things for us.

The mother was amazed at the eloquence of her boy, and she yelled out to him.

Who is that I hear speaking in the woods, these great words in the forest? The boy replied,

It is I, Logan the orator. The mother said, you may sound like Logan, but you are not. You are my son, Oetiani.

The boy came to his mother and he told her that he liked to walk in the woods and pretend that he

was Logan the orator. Many of the other boys liked to pretend they were warriors, but he said

there was more honor and

eloquence in being an order.

Sometimes he would practice for hours at a time.

His mother asked him why he spent so much time speaking like Logan and not playing with

sticks and black walnuts like the other boys.

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