Your program committee has provided me with a unique opportunity to speak on Sir William Johnson and Iroquois. Rarely does a speaker have an audience so well briefed on his subject as you have been by your tour of Mohawk Valley, Fort Johnson and Johnson Hall. Several times, I am sure, you have been given an outline of career of Sir William Johnson, you have been regaled with his exploits and no doubt illuminated by visual and audio representations of his career. You have stood on historic ground and, even without benefit of these aids, with your background of ethnohistory you have recreated in your minds locale or milieu in which he moved in 18th century. All of this has rendered it unnecessary for me to emphasize more obvious aspects of his career or to go into any special pleading for my hero. Knowing your interests, I may anticipate some of comments that may have been made today. In beautiful houses, so well restored and so tastefully furnished, you may fail to recognize stereotype of Sir William as a squaw man, a frontiersman, a blood-brother of savage, or as one hostile commentator was wont to call him the Mormon of