1 God gave him enough, and yet he wants all.
2 Even the Mingo adores but the true and loving God.
3 "The marquis of Montcalm can only settle that error with his God," said the young man solemnly.
4 I have heard it said that there are men who read in books to convince themselves there is a God.
5 The gifts of our colors may be different, but God has so placed us as to journey in the same path.
6 God knows what the country would be, if the settlements should ever spread far from the two rivers.
7 When men struggle for the single life God has given them," said the scout, sternly, "even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of the wood.
8 "A Mingo is a Mingo, and God having made him so, neither the Mohawks nor any other tribe can alter him," he said, when he had regained his former position.
9 These Mohicans and I will do what man's thoughts can invent, to keep such flowers, which, though so sweet, were never made for the wilderness, from harm, and that without hope of any other recompense but such as God always gives to upright dealings.
10 "God bless you," added the rugged woodsman, bending his head aside, and then instantly changing its direction again, with a wistful look toward the youth; "I loved both you and your father, Uncas, though our skins are not altogether of a color, and our gifts are somewhat different."
11 For an instant the mother stood, like a statue of despair, looking wildly down at the unseemly object, which had so lately nestled in her bosom and smiled in her face; and then she raised her eyes and countenance toward heaven, as if calling on God to curse the perpetrator of the foul deed.