You
are no longer alone in life, for though you have the lodges to change,
and other ceremonies to go through, afore Hist becomes your lawful
wife, yet are you as good as married in all that bears on the
feelin's, and joy, and misery. No - no - Hist must not be desarted,
because a cloud is passing atween you and me, a little onexpectedly
and a little darker than we may have looked for."
"Hist is a daughter of the Mohicans. She knows how to obey her
husband. Where he goes, she will follow. Both will be with the
Great Hunter of the Delawares, when the sun shall be in the pine
to-morrow."
"The Lord bless and protect you! Chief, this is downright madness.
Can either, or both of you, alter a Mingo natur'? Will your grand
looks, or Hist's tears and beauty, change a wolf into a squirrel,
or make a catamount as innocent as a fa'an? No - Sarpent, you
will think better of this matter, and leave me in the hands of
God. A'ter all, it's by no means sartain that the scamps design
the torments, for they may yet be pitiful, and bethink them of the
wickedness of such a course - though it is but a hopeless expectation
to look forward to a Mingo's turning aside from evil, and letting
marcy get uppermost in his heart.
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