James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757
“ Magua advanced, and seized his captive strongly by the arm; the Delawares fell back, in silence; and Cora, as if conscious that remonstrance would be useless, prepared to submit to her fate without resistance."Hold, hold!" cried Duncan, springing forward; "Huron, have mercy! her ransom shall make thee richer than any of thy people were ever yet known to be.""Magua is a redskin; he wants not the beads of the pale-faces.""Gold, silver, powder, lead—all that a warrior needs shall be in thy wigwam; all that becomes the greatest chief." ”

