But one that had
a mother like your'n, Hetty, can be at no loss to hope the best,
as to how matters will turn out in another world. The Delaware,
here, and Hist, believe in happy hunting grounds, and have idees
befitting their notions and gifts as red-skins, but we who are
of white blood hold altogether to a different doctrine. Still, I
rather conclude our heaven is their land of spirits, and that the
path which leads to it will be travelled by all colours alike. Tis
onpossible for the wicked to enter on it, I will allow, but fri'nds
can scarce be separated, though they are not of the same race on
'arth. Keep up your spirits, poor Hetty, and look forward to the
day when you will meet your mother ag'in, and that without pain,
or sorrowing."
"I do expect to see mother," returned the truth-telling and simple
girl, "but what will become of father?"
"That's a non-plusser, Delaware," said the hunter, in the Indian
dialect -"yes, that is a downright non-plusser! The Muskrat was
not a saint on 'arth, and it's fair to guess he'll not be much of
one, hereafter! Howsever, Hetty," dropping into the English by an
easy transition, "howsever, Hetty, we must all hope for the best.
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