by James Fenimore Cooper
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When he had thus announced his liberal intention, the crafty chief arose, and gravely spread his presents before the dazzled eyes of his hosts. They consisted principally of trinkets of little value, plundered from the slaughtered females of William Henry. In the division of the baubles the cunning Huron discovered no less art than in their selection. While he bestowed those of greater value on the two most distinguished warriors, one of whom was his host, he seasoned his offerings to their inferiors with such well–timed and apposite compliments, as left them no grounds of complaint. In short, the whole ceremony contained such a happy blending of the profitable with the flattering, that it was not difficult for the donor immediately to read the effect of a generosity so aptly mingled with praise, in the eyes of those he addressed.
This well–judged and politic stroke on the part of Magua was not without instantaneous results. The Delawares lost their gravity in a much more cordial expression; and the host, in particular, after contemplating his own liberal share of the spoil for some moments with peculiar gratification, repeated with strong emphasis, the words,—
"My brother is a wise chief. He is welcome!"
"The Hurons love their friends the Delawares," returned Magua. "Why should they not? they are colored by the same sun, and their just men will hunt in the same grounds after death. The redskins should be friends, and look with open eyes on the white men. Has not my brother scented spies in the woods?"
The Delaware, whose name in English signified "Hard Heart," an appellation that the French had translated into "Le Coeur–dur," forgot the obduracy of purpose, which had probably obtained him so significant a title. His countenance grew very sensibly less stern, and now deigned to answer more directly.
"There have been strange moccasins about my camp. They have been tracked into my lodges."
"Did my brother beat out the dogs?" asked Magua, without adverting in any manner to the former equivocation of the chief.
"It would not do. The stranger is always welcome to the children of the Lenape."
"The stranger, but not the spy."
"Would the Yengeese send their women as spies? Did not the Huron chief say he took women in the battle?"
"He told no lie. The Yengeese have sent out their scouts. They have been in my wigwams, but they found there no one to say welcome. Then they fled to the Delawares—for, say they, the Delawares are our friends; their minds are turned from their Canada father!"
This insinuation was a home thrust, and one that in a more advanced state of society, would have entitled Magua to the reputation of a skilful diplomatist. The recent defection of the tribe had, as they well knew themselves, subjected the Delawares to much reproach among their French allies; and they were now made to feel that their future actions were to be regarded with jealousy and distrust. There was no deep insight into causes and effects necessary to foresee that such a situation of things was likely to prove highly prejudicial to their future movements. Their distant villages, their hunting–grounds, and hundreds of their women and children, together with a material part of their physical force, were actually within the limits of the French territory. Accordingly, this alarming annunciation was received, as Magua intended, with manifest disapprobation, if not with alarm.
"Let my father look in my face," said Le Coeur–dur; "he will see no change. It is true, my young men did not go out on the war–path; they had dreams for not doing so. But they love and venerate the great white chief."
"Will he think so when he hears that his greatest enemy is fed in the camp of his children? When he is told a bloody Yengee smokes at your fire? That the pale–face who has slain so many of his friends goes in and out among the Delawares? Go! my great Canada father is not a fool!"
"Where is the Yengee that the Delawares fear?" returned the other; "who has slain my young men? who is the mortal enemy of my Great Father!"
"La Longue Carabine."
The Delaware warriors started at the well–known name, betraying, by their amazement, that they now learnt, for the first time, one so famous among the Indian allies of France was within their power.
"What does my brother mean?" demanded Le Coeur–dur, in a tone that, by its wonder, far exceeded the usual apathy of his race.
