said the Indian …..: “Magua was born a chief and a warrior among the red Hurons’ of the lakes ; he saw the suns of twenty summers make the snows of twenty winters run off in the streams before he saw a pale face; and he was happy! Then his Canada Fathers came into the woods, and rascal. The Hurons drove him from the graves of his fathers, as they would chase the hunted buffalo. He ran down the shores of the lakes, and followed their outlet to the ‘city of cannon’. There he hunted and fished, till the people chased him again through the woods into the arms of his enemies. The chief, who was born a Huron, was at last a warrior among the Mohawks!”
“Something like this I had heard before,” said Cora. ..
“Was it the fault of Le Renard that his head was not made of rock? Who gave him the Fire-water? Who made him a villain?
‘Twas the pale facea, the people of your own color.”
“And am I answerable that thoughtless and unprincipled men exist, whose shades of countenance may resemble mine?” Cora calmly demanded of the excited savage. “No; Magua is a man, and not a fool; such as you never open their lips to the burning stream: the Great Spirit has given you wisdom!”
“what, then, have I do to, or say, in the matter of your misfortunes, not to say of your errors?”
“Listen,” repeated the Indian, resuming his earnest attitude; when his English and French fathers dug up the hatchet , Le renard stuck the war-post of the Mohawks , and went out against his own nation. The pale faces have driven the red-skins from their hunting grounds, and now when they fight, a white man leads the way. The old chief at Horican , your father, was the great captain of our war-partty. He said to the Mohawks do this, and do that, and he was minded. He made a law, that if an Indian swallowed the fire-water, and came into the cloth wigwams of his warriors, it should not be forgotten. Magua foolishly opened his mouth, and the hot liquor led him into the cabin of Munro. What did the gray-head? Let his daughter say.”
“He forgot not his words, and did justice, by punishing the offender,” said the undaunted daughter “Justice!” repeated the Indian … “is it justice to make evil and then punish for it? Magua was not himself; it was the fire-water that spoke and acted for him! But Munro did not believe it. The Huron chief was tied up before all the pale-faced warriors, and whipped like a dog. …
“what would you have ?” continued Cora. …
“what a Huron loves – good for good; bad for bad!” ….
“What must I promise?” demanded Cora, still maintaining a secret ascendancy over the fierce native by the collected and feminine dignity of her presence. “When Magua left his people his wife was given to another chief ; he has now made friends with the Hurons , and will go back to the graves of his tribe, on the shores of the great lake. Let the daughter of the English chief follow, and live in his wigwam forever.”