"
"I crave your pardon, Deerslayer," said Judith, earnestly, more
abashed than was her wont, in finding that she had in advertently
made an appeal that might wound her compan ion's pride. "I had
forgotten your manner of life, and least of all did I wish to hurt
your feelings."
"Hurt my feelin's? Why should it hurt my feelin's to ask me to
read, when I can't read. I'm a hunter - and I may now begin to
say a warrior, and no missionary, and therefore books and papers
are of no account with such as I -No, no -Judith," and here the
young man laughed cordially, "not even for wads, seeing that your
true deerkiller always uses the hide of a fa'a'n, if he's got one,
or some other bit of leather suitably prepared. There's some that
do say, all that stands in print is true, in which case I'll own an
unl'arned man must be somewhat of a loser; nevertheless, it can't
be truer than that which God has printed with his own hand in the
sky, and the woods, and the rivers, and the springs."
"Well, then, Hutter, or Hovey, was a pirate, and being no father
of mine, I cannot wish to call him one. His name shall no longer
be my name."
"If you dislike the name of that man, there's the name of your
mother, Judith.
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