1 And you, too, Cora, my sister, my more than sister, my mother; you, too, are spared.
2 There it was my lot to form a connection with one who in time became my wife, and the mother of Cora.
3 Your squaws are the mothers of deer; but if a bear, or a wildcat, or a serpent were born among you, ye would flee.
4 She reminded him of the mother who bore him, and dwelt forcibly on the happiness she must feel in possessing such a son.
5 Abandoning everything to the greedy grasp of those around her, the mother darted, with distraction in her mien, to reclaim her child.
6 The mother sank under the blow, and fell, grasping at her child, in death, with the same engrossing love that had caused her to cherish it when living.
7 Thence he went to the side of the motherly animal, and spending a minute in a fruitless inquiry into the character of her rider, he shook his head and returned to Heyward.
8 Ye are right, sir," returned the old man, again changing his tones to those of gentleness, or rather softness; "the girl is the image of what her mother was at her years, and before she had become acquainted with grief.
9 Your mother was the only child of my bosom friend, Duncan; and I'll just give you a hearing, though all the knights of St. Louis were in a body at the sally-port, with the French saint at their head, crying to speak a word under favor.
10 As the credulous and excited traveler related the hazardous chances of the wilderness, the blood of the timid curdled with terror, and mothers cast anxious glances even at those children which slumbered within the security of the largest towns.
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.
12 While the husbandman shrank back from the dangerous passes, within the safer boundaries of the more ancient settlements, armies larger than those that had often disposed of the scepters of the mother countries, were seen to bury themselves in these forests, whence they rarely returned but in skeleton bands, that were haggard with care or dejected by defeat.