James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans — Chapter 11
(1826)
“ Would it not be more like a man to go before his face, and take the satisfaction of a warrior?""The arms of the pale faces are long, and their knives sharp!" returned the savage, with a malignant laugh: "why should Le Renard go among the muskets of his warriors, when he holds the spirit of the gray-head in his hand?""Name your intention, Magua," said Cora, struggling with herself to speak with steady calmness. "Is it to lead us prisoners to the woods, or do you contemplate even some greater evil? Is there no reward, no means of palliating the injury, and of softening your heart? ”
