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"
Even
your
traditions
make
the
case
in
my
favor
,
Chingachgook
,
"
he
said
,
speaking
in
the
tongue
which
was
known
to
all
the
natives
who
formerly
inhabited
the
country
between
the
Hudson
and
the
Potomac
,
and
of
which
we
shall
give
a
free
translation
for
the
benefit
of
the
reader
;
endeavoring
,
at
the
same
time
,
to
preserve
some
of
the
peculiarities
,
both
of
the
individual
and
of
the
language
.
"
Your
fathers
came
from
the
setting
sun
,
crossed
the
big
river
,
fought
the
people
of
the
country
,
and
took
the
land
;
and
mine
came
from
the
red
sky
of
the
morning
,
over
the
salt
lake
,
and
did
their
work
much
after
the
fashion
that
had
been
set
them
by
yours
;
then
let
God
judge
the
matter
between
us
,
and
friends
spare
their
words
!
"
"
My
fathers
fought
with
the
naked
redmen
!
"
returned
the
Indian
sternly
,
in
the
same
language
.
"
Is
there
no
difference
,
Hawkeye
,
between
the
stone-headed
arrow
of
the
warrior
,
and
the
leaden
bullet
with
which
you
kill
?
"
"
There
is
reason
in
an
Indian
,
though
nature
has
made
him
with
a
red
skin
!
"
said
the
white
man
,
shaking
his
head
like
one
on
whom
such
an
appeal
to
his
justice
was
not
thrown
away
.
For
a
moment
he
appeared
to
be
conscious
of
having
the
worst
of
the
argument
,
then
,
rallying
again
,
he
answered
the
objection
of
his
antagonist
in
the
best
manner
his
limited
information
would
allow
:
"
I
am
no
scholar
,
and
I
care
not
who
knows
it
;
but
judging
from
what
I
have
seen
,
at
deer
chases
and
squirrel
hunts
,
of
the
sparks
below
,
I
should
think
a
rifle
in
the
hands
of
their
grandfathers
was
not
so
dangerous
as
a
hickory
bow
and
a
good
flint-head
might
be
,
if
drawn
with
Indian
judgment
,
and
sent
by
an
Indian
eye
.
"
"
You
have
the
story
told
by
your
fathers
,
"
returned
the
other
,
coldly
waving
his
hand
.
"
What
say
your
old
men
?
do
they
tell
the
young
warriors
,
that
the
pale-faces
met
the
redmen
,
painted
for
war
and
armed
with
the
stone
hatchet
and
wooden
gun
?
"
"
I
am
not
a
prejudiced
man
,
nor
one
who
vaunts
himself
on
his
natural
privileges
,
though
the
worst
enemy
I
have
on
earth
,
and
he
is
an
Iroquois
,
dare
n't
deny
that
I
am
genuine
white
,
"
the
scout
replied
,
surveying
,
with
secret
satisfaction
,
the
faded
color
of
his
bony
and
sinewy
hand
;
"
and
I
am
willing
to
own
that
my
people
have
many
ways
,
of
which
,
as
an
honest
man
,
I
ca
n't
approve
.
It
is
one
of
their
customs
to
write
in
books
what
they
have
done
and
seen
,
instead
of
telling
them
in
their
villages
,
where
the
lie
can
be
given
to
the
face
of
a
cowardly
boaster
,
and
the
brave
soldier
can
call
on
his
comrades
to
witness
for
the
truth
of
his
words
.
In
consequence
of
this
bad
fashion
,
a
man
who
is
too
conscientious
to
misspend
his
days
among
the
women
,
in
learning
the
names
of
black
marks
,
may
never
hear
of
the
deeds
of
his
fathers
,
nor
feel
a
pride
in
striving
to
outdo
them
.
For
myself
,
I
conclude
the
Bumppos
could
shoot
,
for
I
have
a
natural
turn
with
a
rifle
,
which
must
have
been
handed
down
from
generation
to
generation
,
as
,
our
holy
commandments
tell
us
,
all
good
and
evil
gifts
are
bestowed
;
though
I
should
be
loth
to
answer
for
other
people
in
such
a
matter
.
But
every
story
has
its
two
sides
;
so
I
ask
you
,
Chingachgook
,
what
passed
,
according
to
the
traditions
of
the
redmen
,
when
our
fathers
first
met
?
"
A
silence
of
a
minute
succeeded
,
during
which
the
Indian
sat
mute
;
then
,
full
of
the
dignity
of
his
office
,
he
commenced
his
brief
tale
,
with
a
solemnity
that
served
to
heighten
its
appearance
of
truth
.
"
Listen
,
Hawkeye
,
and
your
ear
shall
drink
no
lie
.
'
Tis
what
my
fathers
have
said
,
and
what
the
Mohicans
have
done
.
"
He
hesitated
a
single
instant
,
and
bending
a
cautious
glance
toward
his
companion
,
he
continued
,
in
a
manner
that
was
divided
between
interrogation
and
assertion
,
"
Does
not
this
stream
at
our
feet
run
towards
the
summer
,
until
its
waters
grow
salt
,
and
the
current
flows
upward
?
"
"
It
ca
n't
be
denied
that
your
traditions
tell
you
true
in
both
these
matters
,
"
said
the
white
man
;
"
for
I
have
been
there
,
and
have
seen
them
;
though
,
why
water
,
which
is
so
sweet
in
the
shade
,
should
become
bitter
in
the
sun
,
is
an
alteration
for
which
I
have
never
been
able
to
account
.
"
