Revenge is an Injin gift, and forgiveness a
white man's. That's all. Overlook all you can is what's meant;
and not revenge all you can. As for kicking, Master Hurry," and
Deerslayer's sunburnt cheek flushed as he continued, "into the
colony, or out of the colony, that's neither here nor there, seeing
no one proposes it, and no one would be likely to put up with it.
What I wish to say is, that a red-skin's scalping don't justify a
pale-face's scalping."
"Do as you're done by, Deerslayer; that's ever the Christian parson's
doctrine."
"No, Hurry, I've asked the Moravians consarning that; and it's
altogether different. 'Do as you would be done by,' they tell me,
is the true saying, while men practyse the false. They think all
the colonies wrong that offer bounties for scalps, and believe no
blessing will follow the measures. Above all things, they forbid
revenge."
"That for your Moravians!" cried March, snapping his fingers; "they're
the next thing to Quakers; and if you'd believe all they tell
you, not even a 'rat would be skinned, out of marcy. Who ever
heard of marcy on a muskrat!"
The disdainful manner of Hurry prevented a reply, and he and the
old man resumed the discussion of their plans in a more quiet and
confidential manner.
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