"I warrant me, I warrant
me, here is one who would shortly talk her down! Never think to tarry
here, my men; never think to shut an eye in a camp, through which the
devil walks as openly as if he were a gentleman, and sure of his
welcome. Here, you Abner, Enoch, Jesse, where ar' ye gotten to? Put
to, put to; if that weak-minded, soft-feeling man, your father, eats
or drinks again in this neighbourhood, we shall see him poisoned with
the craft of the Red-skins. Not that I care, I, who comes into my
place, when it is once lawfully empty; but, Ishmael, I never thought
that you, who have had one woman with a white skin, would find
pleasure in looking on a brazen--ay, that she is copper ar' a fact;
you can't deny it, and I warrant me, brazen enough is she too!"
Against this ebullition of wounded female pride, the experienced
husband made no other head, than by an occasional exclamation, which
he intended to be precursor of a simple asseveration of his own
innocence. The fury of the woman would not be appeased.
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