Oh! Mother told me all that,
years ago, and I don't wish to hear it denied."
"Well, my good Hetty, in that case you'd better not broach your
doctrine to Hist, when she and you are alone, and the young Delaware
maiden is inclined to talk religion. It's her fixed idee, I know,
that the good warriors do nothing but hunt and fish in the other
world, though I don't believe that she fancies any of them are
brought down to trapping, which is no empl'yment for a brave. But
of hunting and fishing, accordin' to her notion, they've their
fill, and that, too, over the most agreeablest hunting grounds, and
among game that is never out of season, and which is just actyve
and instinctyve enough to give a pleasure to death. So I wouldn't
ricommend it to you to start Hist on that idee."
"Hist can't be so wicked as to believe any such thing," returned
the other, earnestly. "No Indian hunts after he is dead."
"No wicked Indian, I grant you; no wicked Indian, sartainly. He
is obliged to carry the ammunition, and to look on without sharing
in the sport, and to cook, and to light the fires, and to do every
thing that isn't manful. Now, mind; I don't tell you these are my
idees, but they are Hist's idees, and, therefore, for the sake of
peace the less you say to her ag'in 'em, the better.
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