this, his opening, effort to regain possession of Cora.
"Do my young men leave the Delawares room on the mountains for their hunts?" he, at length, continued.
"The Lenape are rulers of their own hills," returned the other, a little haughtily.
"It is well. Justice is the master of a red-skin! Why should they brighten their tomahawks, and sharpen their knives against each other! Are there not pale-faces for enemies!"
"Good!" exclaimed two or three of his auditors at the same time.
Magua waited a little, to permit his words to soften the feelings of the Delawares, before he added—
"Have there not been strange moccasins in the woods? Have not my brothers scented the feet of white men?"
"Let my Canada father come!" returned the other, evasively; "his children are ready to see him."
"When the Great Chief comes, it is to smoke with the Indians, in their wigwams. The Hurons say, too, he is welcome. But
