Duncan Heyward Quotes in The Last of the Mohicans
What is to be done? . . . Desert me not, for God’s sake! Remain to defend those I escort, and freely name your own reward!
Are we quite safe in this cavern? Is there no danger of surprise? A single armed man at its entrance, would hold us at his mercy.
He [Uncas] saved my life in the coolest and readiest manner, and he has made a friend who never will require to be reminded of the debt he owes.
Yes, the pale-faces are prattling women! They have two words for each thing, while a redskin will make the sound of his voice speak for him.
Ah! thou truant! thou recreant knight! He who abandons his damsels in the very lists! Here we have been days, nay, ages, expecting you at our feet, imploring mercy and forgetfulness of your craven backsliding . . . .
You know that Alice means our thanks and our blessings . . . .
When an Indian chief comes among his white fathers, he lays aside his buffalo robe, to carry the shirt that is offered him. My brothers have given me paint, and I wear it.
Heyward, give me the sacred presence and the holy sanction of that parent [Munro] before you urge me further.
Duncan Heyward Quotes in The Last of the Mohicans
What is to be done? . . . Desert me not, for God’s sake! Remain to defend those I escort, and freely name your own reward!
Are we quite safe in this cavern? Is there no danger of surprise? A single armed man at its entrance, would hold us at his mercy.
He [Uncas] saved my life in the coolest and readiest manner, and he has made a friend who never will require to be reminded of the debt he owes.
Yes, the pale-faces are prattling women! They have two words for each thing, while a redskin will make the sound of his voice speak for him.
Ah! thou truant! thou recreant knight! He who abandons his damsels in the very lists! Here we have been days, nay, ages, expecting you at our feet, imploring mercy and forgetfulness of your craven backsliding . . . .
You know that Alice means our thanks and our blessings . . . .
When an Indian chief comes among his white fathers, he lays aside his buffalo robe, to carry the shirt that is offered him. My brothers have given me paint, and I wear it.
Heyward, give me the sacred presence and the holy sanction of that parent [Munro] before you urge me further.