Lifting her voice to its most audible key,
she broke forth, after catching her breath like one who had been in
some imminent danger of strangulation, as follows--
"Hoity-toity; who set an Indian up for a maker and breaker of the
rights of wedded wives! Does he think a woman is a beast of the
prairie, that she is to be chased from a village, by dog and gun. Let
the bravest squaw of them all come forth and boast of her doings; can
she show such a brood as mine? A wicked tyrant is that thieving Red-
skin, and a bold rogue I warrant me. He would be captain in-doors, as
well as out! An honest woman is no better in his eyes than one of your
broomstick jumpers. And you, Ishmael Bush, the father of seven sons
and so many comely daughters, to open your sinful mouth, except to
curse him! Would ye disgrace colour, and family, and nation, by mixing
white blood with red, and would ye be the parent of a race of mules!
The devil has often tempted you, my man, but never before has he set
so cunning a snare as this.
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