"
"That I'll gainsay, to the hour of my death! A white man's eyes,
and a white man's nose, and for that matter his sight and ears are
all better than an Injin's when fairly tried. Time and ag'in have
I put that to the proof, and what is proved is sartain. Still I
suppose the poorest vagabond going, whether Delaware or Huron, can
find his way to yonder hut and back ag'in, and so, Sarpent, use
your paddle and welcome."
Chingachgook was already in the canoe, and he dipped the implement
the other named into the water, just as Hurry's limber tongue ceased.
Wah-ta-Wah saw the departure of her warrior on this occasion with
the submissive silence of an Indian girl, but with most of the
misgivings and apprehensions of her sex. Throughout the whole of
the past night, and down to the moment, when they used the glass
together in the hut, Chingachgook had manifested as much manly
tenderness towards his betrothed as one of the most refined sentiment
could have shown under similar circumstances, but now every sign of
weakness was lost in an appearance of stern resolution. Although
Hist timidly endeavored to catch his eye as the canoe left the side
of the Ark, the pride of a warrior would not permit him to meet
her fond and anxious looks.
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