"Have it your own way, Hurry; all I contend for is, that it's
lucky. I dare say I shall not pull upon a human mortal as steadily
or with as light a heart, as I pull upon a deer."

"Who's talking of mortals, or of human beings at all, Deerslayer?
I put the matter to you on the supposition of an Injin. I dare say
any man would have his feelin's when it got to be life or death,
ag'in another human mortal; but there would be no such scruples in
regard to an Injin; nothing but the chance of his hitting you, or
the chance of your hitting him."

"I look upon the redmen to be quite as human as we are ourselves,
Hurry. They have their gifts, and their religion, it's true;
but that makes no difference in the end, when each will be judged
according to his deeds, and not according to his skin."

"That's downright missionary, and will find little favor up in
this part of the country, where the Moravians don't congregate.
Now, skin makes the man. This is reason; else how are people to
judge of each other. The skin is put on, over all, in order when
a creatur', or a mortal, is fairly seen, you may know at once what
to make of him. You know a bear from a hog, by his skin, and a
gray squirrel from a black."

"True, Hurry," said the other looking back and smiling, "nevertheless,
they are both squirrels."

"Who denies it? But you'll not say that a red man and a white
man are both Injins?"