"Sartain. What are we prying into another man's chist for, but to
sarve its owner in the best way we can. This coat, alone, would
be very apt to gain over the head chief of the riptyles, and if his
wife or darter should happen to be out with him, that there gownd
would soften the heart of any woman that is to be found atween
Albany and Montreal. I do not see that we want a larger stock in
trade than them two articles."
"To you it may seem so, Deerslayer," returned the disappointed girl,
"but of what use could a dress like this be to any Indian woman?
She could not wear it among the branches of the trees, the dirt
and smoke of the wigwam would soon soil it, and how would a pair
of red arms appear, thrust through these short, laced sleeves!"
"All very true, gal, and you might go on and say it is altogether
out of time, and place and season, in this region at all. What
is it to us how the finery is treated, so long as it answers our
wishes? I do not see that your father can make any use of such
clothes, and it's lucky he has things that are of no valie to
himself, that will bear a high price with others. We can make no
better trade for him, than to offer these duds for his liberty.
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