"My sight is keen; is my brother's leap long?"
"From here to the Delaware villages. Hawkeye has stolen my wife;
he must bring her back, or his scalp will hang on a pole, and dry
in my wigwam."
"Hawkeye has stolen nothing, Huron. He doesn't come of a thieving
breed, nor has he thieving gifts. Your wife, as you call Wah-ta-Wah,
will never be the wife of any red-skin of the Canadas; her mind is
in the cabin of a Delaware, and her body has gone to find it. The
catamount is actyve I know, but its legs can't keep pace with a
woman's wishes."
"The Serpent of the Delawares is a dog - he is a poor bull trout
that keeps in the water; he is afraid to stand on the hard earth,
like a brave Indian!"
"Well, well, Huron, that's pretty impudent, considering it's not
an hour since the Sarpent stood within a hundred feet of you, and
would have tried the toughness of your skin with a rifle bullet,
when I pointed you out to him, hadn't I laid the weight of
a little judgment on his hand. You may take in timorsome gals in
the settlements, with your catamount whine, but the ears of a man
can tell truth from ontruth."
"Hist laughs at him! She sees he is lame, and a poor hunter, and
he has never been on a war path.
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