Останній з Могікан
Chapter 11
TheHuronchiefwastiedupbeforeallthepale-facedwarriors,andwhippedlikeadog."
Coraremainedsilent,forsheknewnothowtopalliatethisimprudentseverityonthepartofherfather,inamannertosuitthecomprehensionofanIndian.
"See!"continuedMagua,tearingasidetheslightcalicothatveryimperfectlyconcealedhispaintedbreast;"herearescarsgivenbyknivesandbullets—oftheseawarriormayboastbeforehisnation;butthegray-headhasleftmarksonthebackoftheHuronchief,thathemusthide,likeasquaw,underthispaintedclothofthewhites."
"Ihadthought,"resumedCora,"thatanIndianwarriorwaspatient,andthathisspiritfeltnot,andknewnot,thepainhisbodysuffered."
"WhentheChippewastiedMaguatothestake,andcutthisgash,"saidtheother,layinghisfingeronadeepscar,"theHuronlaughedintheirfaces,andtoldthem,Womenstrucksolight!Hisspiritwasthenintheclouds!ButwhenhefelttheblowsofMunro,hisspiritlayunderthebirch.ThespiritofaHuronisneverdrunk;itremembersforever!"
"Butitmaybeappeased.Ifmyfatherhasdoneyouthisinjustice,showhimhowanIndiancanforgiveaninjury,andtakebackhisdaughters.YouhaveheardfromMajorHeyward—"
Maguashookhishead,forbiddingtherepetitionofoffershesomuchdespised.
"Whatwouldyouhave?"continuedCora,afteramostpainfulpause,whiletheconvictionforceditselfonhermindthatthetoosanguineandgenerousDuncanhadbeencruellydeceivedbythecunningofthesavage.
