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"Girl, what wouldst thou? A great warrior takes thee to wife. Go! thy race will not end."

"Better, a thousand times, it should," exclaimed the horror-struck Cora, "than meet with such a degradation!"

"Huron, her mind is in the tents of her fathers. An unwilling maiden makes an unhappy wigwam."

"She speaks with the tongue of her people," returned Magua, regarding his victim with a look of bitter irony.

"She is of a race of traders, and will bargain for a bright look. Let Tamenund speak the words."

"Take you the wampum, and our love."

"I have heard," he said, "that there is a feeling in youth which binds man to woman closer than the father is tied to the son. It may be so. I have seldom been where women of my color dwell; but such may be the gifts of nature in the settlements. You have risked life, and all that is dear to you, to bring off this gentle one, and I suppose that some such disposition is at the bottom of it all. As for me, I taught the lad the real character of a rifle; and well has he paid me for it. I have fou't at his side in many a bloody scrimmage; and so long as I could hear the crack of his piece in one ear, and that of the Sagamore in the other, I knew no enemy was on my back. Winters and summer, nights and days, have we roved the wilderness in company, eating of the same dish, one sleeping while the other watched; and afore it shall be said that Uncas was taken to the torment, and I at hand—There is but a single Ruler of us all, whatever may the color of the skin; and Him I call to witness, that before the Mohican boy shall perish for the want of a friend, good faith shall depart the 'arth, and 'killdeer' become as harmless as the tooting we'pon of the singer!"

You would, then, revenge the injury inflicted by Munro on his helpless daughters. Would it not be more like a man to go before his face, and take the satisfaction of a warrior?"

"When the blows scorched the back of the Huron, he would know where to find a woman to feel the smart. The daughter of Munro would draw his water, hoe his corn, and cook his venison. The body of the gray-head would sleep among his cannon, but his heart would lie within reach of the knife of Le Subtil."

Heyward tries again to convert Magua to their
side by asking him to spare the women for the sake of their father,
but Magua shows signs of intensifying malice. He quickly demands
a private caucus with Cora and reveals that he seeks revenge on
Colonel Munro and rejoices in the kidnapping of Munro’s daughters.
The traitorous Indian explains that he was once a chief, but his
tribe drove him out when he learned to drink firewater. He alleges
that Colonel Munro once had him whipped for coming into camp drunk
and now wishes to marry Cora in order to revenge himself on Munro.
Magua promises he will release Alice if Cora agrees to the marriage.

Cora also defies stereotypes with her cunning and resolve.
She is not the stereotypical sentimental figure of a doomed white
beloved that often appeared in nineteenth-century novels. Rather,
among all the group members, including the men, only Cora refuses
to admit defeat. Clever and strategic, she concocts a plan that
involves putting herself at risk. She likely realizes that turning
herself over to the Indians, according to the rhetoric of the day,
means risking rape and death, but she insists on the plan despite
its dangers. However, Cooper shows the limits of women’s freedoms.
Although Cora constructs the plan, which gives her control, the
outlines of the plan force her to relinquish control. By turning
herself over to the Iroquois, Cora leaves the control of her original
protectors only to put herself under the control of a new set of
men.

Uncas serves the two Munro sisters, showing more
interest in Cora than in Alice. Hawkeye continues to worry

Gamut and the women sing
a religious song that affects Hawkeye powerfully.

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the bullets flying thick, one went through my side, and
the same (as would seem) through the bowels and hand of my dear
child in my arms.

But I was fain to go and look after something to satisfy my
hunger, and going among the wigwams, I went into one and there
found a squaw who showed herself very kind to me, and gave me a
piece of bear. I put it into my pocket, and came home, but
could not find an opportunity to broil it, for fear they would
get it from me, and there it lay all that day and night in my
stinking pocket. In the morning I went to the same squaw, who
had a kettle of ground nuts boiling. I asked her to let me boil
my piece of bear in her kettle, which she did, and gave me some
ground nuts to eat with it: and I cannot but think how pleasant
it was to me. I have sometime seen bear baked very handsomely
among the English, and some like it, but the thought that it was
bear made me tremble. But now that was savory to me that one
would think was enough to turn the stomach of a brute creature.

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