Besides,
gal, if there's a creatur' in the colony that can afford to do without
finery, and to trust to her own good looks and sweet countenance,
it's yourself."
"I'll take off the rubbish this instant, Deerslayer," cried the
girl, springing up to leave the room, "and never do I wish to see
it on any human being, again."
"So it is with 'em, all, Sarpent," said the other, turning to his
friend and laughing, as soon as the beauty had disappeared. "They
like finery, but they like their natyve charms most of all. I'm
glad the gal has consented to lay aside her furbelows, howsever,
for it's ag'in reason for one of her class to wear em; and then
she is handsome enough, as I call it, to go alone. Hist would show
oncommon likely, too, in such a gownd, Delaware!"
"Wah-ta-Wah is a red-skin girl, Deerslayer," returned the Indian,
"like the young of the pigeon, she is to be known by her own
feathers. I should pass by without knowing her, were she dressed
in such a skin. It's wisest always to be so clad that our friends
need not ask us for our names. The 'Wild Rose' is very pleasant,
but she is no sweeter for so many colours."
"That's it! - that's natur', and the true foundation for love and
protection.
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