Governor
no tell difference. Wicked t'ing for pale-face to scalp. No his
gifts, as the good Deerslayer always tell me."
"And do you know the Deerslayer?" said Hetty, coloring with delight
and surprise; forgetting her regrets, at the moment, in the influence
of this new feeling. "I know him, too. He is now in the Ark,
with Judith and a Delaware who is called the Big Serpent. A bold
and handsome warrior is this Serpent, too!"
Spite of the rich deep colour that nature had bestowed on the
Indian beauty, the tell-tale blood deepened on her cheeks, until
the blush gave new animation and intelligence to her jet-black eyes.
Raising a finger in an attitude of warning, she dropped her voice,
already so soft and sweet, nearly to a whisper, as she continued
the discourse.
"Chingachgook!" returned the Delaware girl, sighing out the harsh
name, in sounds so softly guttural, as to cause it to reach the
ear in melody - "His father, Uncas - great chief of the Mahicanni
- next to old Tamenund! - More as warrior, not so much gray hair,
and less at Council Fire. You know Serpent?"
"He joined us last evening, and was in the Ark with me, for two
or three hours before I left it.
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