"
"The Great Spirit may soften their hearts, and not suffer them to
be so bloody minded. I have lived among the Hurons, and know them.
They have hearts, and will not forget their own children, should
they fall into the hands of the Delawares."
"A wolf is forever howling; a hog will always eat. They have
lost warriors; even their women will call out for vengeance. The
pale-face has the eyes of an eagle, and can see into a Mingo's
heart; he looks for no mercy. There is a cloud over his spirit,
though it is not before his face."
A long, thoughtful pause succeeded, during which Hist stealthily
took the hand of the chief, as if seeking his support, though she
scarce ventured to raise her eyes to a countenance that was now
literally becoming terrible, under the conflicting passions and
stern resolution that were struggling in the breast of its owner.
"What will the Son of Uncas do?" the girl at length timidly asked.
"He is a chief, and is already celebrated in council, though so
young; what does his heart tell him is wisest; does the head, too,
speak the same words as the heart?"
"What does Wah-ta-Wah say, at a moment when my dearest friend is
in such danger.
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