"Deerslayer," answered Judith, after a moment's pause, "I shall be
honest with you. I confess that the time has been when what you
call finery, was to me the dearest thing on earth; but I begin to
feel differently. Though Hurry Harry is nought to me nor ever can
be, I would give all I own to set him free. If I would do this
for blustering, bullying, talking Hurry, who has nothing but good
looks to recommend him, you may judge what I would do for my own
father."
"This sounds well, and is according to woman's gifts. Ah's, me!
The same feelin's is to be found among the young women of the
Delawares. I've known 'em, often and often, sacrifice their vanity
to their hearts. Tis as it should be - 'tis as it should be I
suppose, in both colours. Woman was created for the feelin's, and
is pretty much ruled by feelin'."
"Would the savages let father go, if Judith and I give them all
our best things?" demanded Hetty, in her innocent, mild, manner.
"Their women might interfere, good Hetty; yes, their women might
interfere with such an ind in view. But, tell me, Sarpent, how
is it as to squaws among the knaves; have they many of their own
women in the camp?"
The Delaware heard and understood all that passed, though with
Indian gravity and finesse he had sat with averted face, seemingly
inattentive to a discourse in which he had no direct concern.
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