The man who stood silently, patiently, in the lengthening shadows at the water's edge was in no manner physically remarkable except, perhaps, for his eyes. There was a singular keenness about them, imbuing a quick and penetrating gaze that belied the passivity of his pose. As always, they missed little of his surroundings and nothing that moved. Those were the eyes of Pucksinwah, war chief of the Shawnee nation.
-Allan W. Eckert, A Sorrow In Our Heart: The Life of Tecumseh
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