There's one thing,
howsever, chief, that does seem to me to be onreasonable, and
ag'in natur', though the missionaries say it's true, and bein' of
my religion and colour I feel bound to believe them. They say an
Injin may torment and tortur' the body to his heart's content, and
scalp, and cut, and tear, and burn, and consume all his inventions
and deviltries, until nothin' is left but ashes, and they shall
be scattered to the four winds of heaven, yet when the trumpet of
God shall sound, all will come together ag'in, and the man will
stand forth in his flesh, the same creatur' as to looks, if not as
to feelin's, that he was afore he was harmed!"
"The missionaries are good men - mean well," returned the Delaware
courteously; "they are not great medicines. They think all they
say, Deerslayer; that is no reason why warriors and orators should
be all ears. When Chingachgook shall see the father of Tamenund
standing in his scalp, and paint, and war lock, then will he believe
the missionaries."
"Seein' is believin', of a sartainty; ahs! me - and some of us
may see these things sooner than we thought. I comprehind your
meanin' about Tamenund's father, Sarpent, and the idee's a close
idee.
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