'Tis a moral impossibility that I should ever marry
Sumach, and, though Injin weddin's have no priests and not much
religion, a white man who knows his gifts and duties can't profit
by that, and so make his escape at the fitting time. I do think
death would be more nat'ral like, and welcome, than wedlock with
this woman."
"Don't say it too loud," interrupted Hetty impatiently; "I suppose
she will not like to hear it. I'm sure Hurry would rather marry even
me than suffer torments, though I am feeble minded; and I am sure
it would kill me to think he'd prefer death to being my husband."
"Ay, gal, you ain't Sumach, but a comely young Christian, with a
good heart, pleasant smile, and kind eye. Hurry might be proud to
get you, and that, too, not in misery and sorrow, but in his best
and happiest days. Howsever, take my advice, and never talk to
Hurry about these things; he's only a borderer, at the best."
"I wouldn't tell him, for the world!" exclaimed the girl, looking
about her like one affrighted, and blushing, she knew not why.
"Mother always said young women shouldn't be forward, and speak
their minds before they're asked; Oh! I never forget what mother
told me.
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