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"
See
!
"
continued
Magua
,
tearing
aside
the
slight
calico
that
very
imperfectly
concealed
his
painted
breast
;
"
here
are
scars
given
by
knives
and
bullets
--
of
these
a
warrior
may
boast
before
his
nation
;
but
the
gray-head
has
left
marks
on
the
back
of
the
Huron
chief
,
that
he
must
hide
,
like
a
squaw
,
under
this
painted
cloth
of
the
whites
.
"
"
I
had
thought
,
"
resumed
Cora
,
"
that
an
Indian
warrior
was
patient
,
and
that
his
spirit
felt
not
,
and
knew
not
,
the
pain
his
body
suffered
.
"
"
When
the
Chippewas
tied
Magua
to
the
stake
,
and
cut
this
gash
,
"
said
the
other
,
laying
his
finger
on
a
deep
scar
,
"
the
Huron
laughed
in
their
faces
,
and
told
them
,
Women
struck
so
light
!
His
spirit
was
then
in
the
clouds
!
But
when
he
felt
the
blows
of
Munro
,
his
spirit
lay
under
the
birch
.
The
spirit
of
a
Huron
is
never
drunk
;
it
remembers
forever
!
"
"
But
it
may
be
appeased
.
If
my
father
has
done
you
this
injustice
,
show
him
how
an
Indian
can
forgive
an
injury
,
and
take
back
his
daughters
.
You
have
heard
from
Major
Heyward
--
"
Magua
shook
his
head
,
forbidding
the
repetition
of
offers
he
so
much
despised
.
"
What
would
you
have
?
"
continued
Cora
,
after
a
most
painful
pause
,
while
the
conviction
forced
itself
on
her
mind
that
the
too
sanguine
and
generous
Duncan
had
been
cruelly
deceived
by
the
cunning
of
the
savage
.
"
What
a
Huron
loves
--
good
for
good
;
bad
for
bad
!
"
"
You
would
then
revenge
the
injury
inflicted
by
Munro
on
his
helpless
daughters
.
Would
it
not
be
more
like
a
man
to
go
before
his
face
,
and
take
the
satisfaction
of
a
warrior
?
"
"
The
arms
of
the
pale-faces
are
long
,
and
their
knives
sharp
!
"
returned
the
savage
,
with
a
malignant
laugh
:
"
why
should
Le
Renard
go
among
the
muskets
of
his
warriors
,
when
he
holds
the
spirit
of
the
gray-head
in
his
hand
?
"
"
Name
your
intention
,
Magua
,
"
said
Cora
,
struggling
with
herself
to
speak
with
steady
calmness
.
"
Is
it
to
lead
us
prisoners
to
the
woods
,
or
do
you
contemplate
even
some
greater
evil
?
Is
there
no
reward
,
no
means
of
palliating
the
injury
,
and
of
softening
your
heart
?
At
least
,
release
my
gentle
sister
,
and
pour
out
all
your
malice
on
me
.
Purchase
wealth
by
her
safety
,
and
satisfy
your
revenge
with
a
single
victim
.
The
loss
of
both
of
his
daughters
might
bring
the
aged
man
to
his
grave
,
and
where
would
then
be
the
satisfaction
of
Le
Renard
?
"
