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"
Doctrine
,
or
no
doctrine
,
"
said
the
sturdy
woodsman
,
"
'
tis
the
belief
of
knaves
,
and
the
curse
of
an
honest
man
.
I
can
credit
that
yonder
Huron
was
to
fall
by
my
hand
,
for
with
my
own
eyes
I
have
seen
it
;
but
nothing
short
of
being
a
witness
will
cause
me
to
think
he
had
met
with
any
reward
,
or
that
Chingachgook
,
there
,
will
be
condemned
at
the
final
day
.
"
"
You
have
no
warranty
for
such
an
audacious
doctrine
,
nor
any
covenant
to
support
it
,
"
cried
David
,
who
was
deeply
tinctured
with
the
subtle
distinctions
which
,
in
his
time
,
and
more
especially
in
his
province
,
had
been
drawn
around
the
beautiful
simplicity
of
revelation
,
by
endeavoring
to
penetrate
the
awful
mystery
of
the
divine
nature
,
supplying
faith
by
self-sufficiency
,
and
by
consequence
,
involving
those
who
reasoned
from
such
human
dogmas
in
absurdities
and
doubt
;
"
your
temple
is
reared
on
the
sands
,
and
the
first
tempest
will
wash
away
its
foundation
.
I
demand
your
authorities
for
such
an
uncharitable
assertion
(
like
other
advocates
of
a
system
,
David
was
not
always
accurate
in
his
use
of
terms
)
.
Name
chapter
and
verse
;
in
which
of
the
holy
books
do
you
find
language
to
support
you
?
"
"
Book
!
"
repeated
Hawkeye
,
with
singular
and
ill-concealed
disdain
;
"
do
you
take
me
for
a
whimpering
boy
at
the
apron-string
of
one
of
your
old
gals
;
and
this
good
rifle
on
my
knee
for
the
feather
of
a
goose
's
wing
,
my
ox
's
horn
for
a
bottle
of
ink
,
and
my
leathern
pouch
for
a
cross-barred
handkercher
to
carry
my
dinner
?
Book
!
what
have
such
as
I
,
who
am
a
warrior
of
the
wilderness
,
though
a
man
without
a
cross
,
to
do
with
books
?
I
never
read
but
in
one
,
and
the
words
that
are
written
there
are
too
simple
and
too
plain
to
need
much
schooling
;
though
I
may
boast
that
of
forty
long
and
hard-working
years
.
"
"
What
call
you
the
volume
?
"
said
David
,
misconceiving
the
other
's
meaning
.
"
Tis
open
before
your
eyes
,
"
returned
the
scout
;
"
and
he
who
owns
it
is
not
a
niggard
of
its
use
.
I
have
heard
it
said
that
there
are
men
who
read
in
books
to
convince
themselves
there
is
a
God
.
I
know
not
but
man
may
so
deform
his
works
in
the
settlement
,
as
to
leave
that
which
is
so
clear
in
the
wilderness
a
matter
of
doubt
among
traders
and
priests
.
If
any
such
there
be
,
and
he
will
follow
me
from
sun
to
sun
,
through
the
windings
of
the
forest
,
he
shall
see
enough
to
teach
him
that
he
is
a
fool
,
and
that
the
greatest
of
his
folly
lies
in
striving
to
rise
to
the
level
of
One
he
can
never
equal
,
be
it
in
goodness
,
or
be
it
in
power
.
"
The
instant
David
discovered
that
he
battled
with
a
disputant
who
imbibed
his
faith
from
the
lights
of
nature
,
eschewing
all
subtleties
of
doctrine
,
he
willingly
abandoned
a
controversy
from
which
he
believed
neither
profit
nor
credit
was
to
be
derived
.
While
the
scout
was
speaking
,
he
had
also
seated
himself
,
and
producing
the
ready
little
volume
and
the
iron-rimmed
spectacles
,
he
prepared
to
discharge
a
duty
,
which
nothing
but
the
unexpected
assault
he
had
received
in
his
orthodoxy
could
have
so
long
suspended
.
He
was
,
in
truth
,
a
minstrel
of
the
western
continent
--
of
a
much
later
day
,
certainly
,
than
those
gifted
bards
,
who
formerly
sang
the
profane
renown
of
baron
and
prince
,
but
after
the
spirit
of
his
own
age
and
country
;
and
he
was
now
prepared
to
exercise
the
cunning
of
his
craft
,
in
celebration
of
,
or
rather
in
thanksgiving
for
,
the
recent
victory
.
He
waited
patiently
for
Hawkeye
to
cease
,
then
lifting
his
eyes
,
together
with
his
voice
,
he
said
,
aloud
--
"
I
invite
you
,
friends
,
to
join
in
praise
for
this
signal
deliverance
from
the
hands
of
barbarians
and
infidels
,
to
the
comfortable
and
solemn
tones
of
the
tune
,
called
'
Northampton
.
'
"
He
next
named
the
page
and
verse
where
the
rhymes
selected
were
to
be
found
,
and
applied
the
pitch-pipe
to
his
lips
,
with
the
decent
gravity
that
he
had
been
wont
to
use
in
the
temple
.
This
time
he
was
,
however
,
without
any
accompaniment
,
for
the
sisters
were
just
then
pouring
out
those
tender
effusions
of
affection
which
have
been
already
alluded
to
.
Nothing
deterred
by
the
smallness
of
his
audience
,
which
,
in
truth
,
consisted
only
of
the
discontented
scout
,
he
raised
his
voice
,
commencing
and
ending
the
sacred
song
without
accident
or
interruption
of
any
kind
.
Hawkeye
listened
,
while
he
coolly
adjusted
his
flint
and
reloaded
his
rifle
;
but
the
sounds
,
wanting
the
extraneous
assistance
of
scene
and
sympathy
,
failed
to
awaken
his
slumbering
emotions
.
Never
minstrel
,
or
by
whatever
more
suitable
name
David
should
be
known
,
drew
upon
his
talents
in
the
presence
of
more
insensible
auditors
;
though
considering
the
singleness
and
sincerity
of
his
motive
,
it
is
probable
that
no
bard
of
profane
song
ever
uttered
notes
that
ascended
so
near
to
that
throne
where
all
homage
and
praise
is
due
.
