That's it, isn't it?"
The Indian bowed his head silently, and always with unmoved gravity,
though his eye twinkled at the sight of the other's embarrassment.
"Well, I never had a betrothed - never had the kind of feelin's
toward any young woman that you have towards Hist, though the Lord
knows my feelin's are kind enough towards 'em all! Still my heart,
as they call it in such matters, isn't touched, and therefore I
can't say what I would do. A fri'nd pulls strong, that I know by
exper'ence, Sarpent, but, by all that I've seen and heard consarning
love, I'm led to think that a betrothed pulls stronger."
"True; but the betrothed of Chingachgook does not pull towards the
lodges of the Delawares; she pulls towards the camp of the Hurons."
"She's a noble gal, for all her little feet, and hands that an't
bigger than a child's, and a voice that is as pleasant as a mocker's;
she's a noble gal, and like the stock of her sires! Well, what is
it, Sarpent; for I conclude she hasn't changed her mind, and means
to give herself up, and turn Huron wife. What is it you want?"
"Wah-ta-Wah will never live in the wigwam of an Iroquois," answered
the Delaware drily. "She has little feet, but they can carry her
to the villages of her people; she has small hands, too, but her
mind is large.
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