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The Last of the Mohicans

James Fenimore Cooper

CHAPTER I 

CHAPTER II 

CHAPTER III 

CHAPTER IV 

CHAPTER V 

CHAPTER VI 

CHAPTER VII 

CHAPTER VIII 

CHAPTER IX 

CHAPTER X 

CHAPTER XI 

CHAPTER XII 

CHAPTER XIII 

CHAPTER XIV 

CHAPTER XV 

CHAPTER XVI 

CHAPTER XVII 

CHAPTER XVIII 

CHAPTER XIX 

CHAPTER XX 

CHAPTER XXI 

CHAPTER XXII 

CHAPTER XXIII 

CHAPTER XXIV 

CHAPTER XXV 

CHAPTER XXVI 

CHAPTER XXVII 

CHAPTER XXVIII 

CHAPTER XXIX 

CHAPTER XXX 

CHAPTER XXXI 

CHAPTER XXXII 

CHAPTER XXXIII  

A Narrative of 1757

INTRODUCTION

It is believed that the scene of this tale, and most of the information necessary to understand its allusions, are

rendered sufficiently obvious to the reader in the text itself, or in the accompanying notes. Still there is so

much obscurity in the Indian traditions, and so much confusion in the Indian names, as to render some

explanation useful.

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Few men exhibit greater diversity, or, if we may so express it, greater antithesis of character, than the native

warrior of North America. In war, he is daring, boastful, cunning, ruthless, selfdenying, and selfdevoted; in

peace, just, generous, hospitable, revengeful, superstitious, modest, and commonly chaste. These are

qualities, it is true, which do not distinguish all alike; but they are so far the predominating traits of these

remarkable people as to be characteristic.

It is generally believed that the Aborigines of the American continent have an Asiatic origin. There are many

physical as well as moral facts which corroborate this opinion, and some few that would seem to weigh

against it.

The color of the Indian, the writer believes, is peculiar to himself, and while his cheekbones have a very

striking indication of a Tartar origin, his eyes have not. Climate may have had great influence on the former,

but it is difficult to see how it can have produced the substantial difference which exists in the latter. The

imagery of the Indian, both in his poetry and in his oratory, is oriental; chastened, and perhaps improved, by

the limited range of his practical knowledge. He draws his metaphors from the clouds, the seasons, the birds,

the beasts, and the vegetable world. In this, perhaps, he does no more than any other energetic and

imaginative race would do, being compelled to set bounds to fancy by experience; but the North American

Indian clothes his ideas in a dress which is different from that of the African, and is oriental in itself. His

language has the richness and sententious fullness of the Chinese. He will express a phrase in a word, and he

will qualify the meaning of an entire sentence by a syllable; he will even convey different significations by

the simplest inflections of the voice.

Philologists have said that there are but two or three languages, properly speaking, among all the numerous

tribes which formerly occupied the country that now composes the United States. They ascribe the known

difficulty one people have to understand another to corruptions and dialects. The writer remembers to have

been present at an interview between two chiefs of the Great Prairies west of the Mississippi, and when an

interpreter was in attendance who spoke both their languages. The warriors appeared to be on the most

friendly terms, and seemingly conversed much together; yet, according to the account of the interpreter, each

was absolutely ignorant of what the other said. They were of hostile tribes, brought together by the influence

of the American government; and it is worthy of remark, that a common policy led them both to adopt the

same subject. They mutually exhorted each other to be of use in the event of the chances of war throwing

either of the parties into the hands of his enemies. Whatever may be the truth, as respects the root and the

genius of the Indian tongues, it is quite certain they are now so distinct in their words as to possess most of

the disadvantages of strange languages; hence much of the embarrassment that has arisen in learning their

histories, and most of the uncertainty which exists in their traditions.

Like nations of higher pretensions, the American Indian gives a very different account of his own tribe or

race from that which is given by other people. He is much addicted to overestimating his own perfections,

and to undervaluing those of his rival or his enemy; a trait which may possibly be thought corroborative of

the Mosaic account of the creation.

The whites have assisted greatly in rendering the traditions of the Aborigines more obscure by their own

manner of corrupting names. Thus, the term used in the title of this book has undergone the changes of

Mahicanni, Mohicans, and Mohegans; the latter being the word commonly used by the whites. When it is

remembered that the Dutch (who first settled New York), the English, and the French, all gave appellations to

the tribes that dwelt within the country which is the scene of this story, and that the Indians not only gave

different names to their enemies, but frequently to themselves, the cause of the confusion will be understood.

In these pages, LenniLenape, Lenope, Delawares, Wapanachki, and Mohicans, all mean the same people, or

tribes of the same stock. The Mengwe, the Maquas, the Mingoes, and the Iroquois, though not all strictly the

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named. Mingo was a term of peculiar reproach, as were Mengwe and Maqua in a less degree.

The Mohicans were the possessors of the country first occupied by the Europeans in this portion of the

continent. They were, consequently, the first dispossessed; and the seemingly inevitable fate of all these

people, who disappear before the advances, or it might be termed the inroads, of civilization, as the verdure

of their native forests falls before the nipping frosts, is represented as having already befallen them. There is

sufficient historical truth in the picture to justify the use that has been made of it.

In point of fact, the country which is the scene of the following tale has undergone as little change, since the

historical events alluded to had place, as almost any other district of equal extent within the whole limits of

the United States. There are fashionable and wellattended wateringplaces at and near the spring where

Hawkeye halted to drink, and roads traverse the forests where he and his friends were compelled to journey

without even a path. Glen's has a large village; and while William Henry, and even a fortress of later date, are

only to be traced as ruins, there is another village on the shores of the Horican. But, beyond this, the

enterprise and energy of a people who have done so much in other places have done little here. The whole of

that wilderness, in which the latter incidents of the legend occurred, is nearly a wilderness still, though the red

man has entirely deserted this part of the state. Of all the tribes named in these pages, there exist only a few

halfcivilized beings of the Oneidas, on the reservations of their people in New York. The rest have

disappeared, either from the regions in which their fathers dwelt, or altogether from the earth.

There is one point on which we would wish to say a word before closing this preface. Hawkeye calls the Lac

du Saint Sacrement, the "Horican." As we believe this to be an appropriation of the name that has its origin

with ourselves, the time has arrived, perhaps, when the fact should be frankly admitted. While writing this

book, fully a quarter of a century since, it occurred to us that the French name of this lake was too

complicated, the American too commonplace, and the Indian too unpronounceable, for either to be used

familiarly in a work of fiction. Looking over an ancient map, it was ascertained that a tribe of Indians, called

"Les Horicans" by the French, existed in the neighborhood of this beautiful sheet of water. As every word

uttered by Natty Bumppo was not to be received as rigid truth, we took the liberty of putting the "Horican"

into his mouth, as the substitute for "Lake George." The name has appeared to find favor, and all things

considered, it may possibly be quite as well to let it stand, instead of going back to the House of Hanover for

the appellation of our finest sheet of water. We relieve our conscience by the confession, at all events leaving

it to exercise its authority as it may see fit.

CHAPTER 1

"Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared:

The worst is wordly loss thou canst unfold:

Say, is my kingdom lost?"

Shakespeare

It was a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, that the toils and dangers of the wilderness

were to be encountered before the adverse hosts could meet. A wide and apparently an impervious boundary

of forests severed the possessions of the hostile provinces of France and England. The hardy colonist, and the

trained European who fought at his side, frequently expended months in struggling against the rapids of the

streams, or in effecting the rugged passes of the mountains, in quest of an opportunity to exhibit their courage

in a more martial conflict. But, emulating the patience and selfdenial of the practiced native warriors, they

learned to overcome every difficulty; and it would seem that, in time, there was no recess of the woods so

dark, nor any secret place so lovely, that it might claim exemption from the inroads of those who had pledged

their blood to satiate their vengeance, or to uphold the cold and selfish policy of the distant monarchs of

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Perhaps no district throughout the wide extent of the intermediate frontiers can furnish a livelier picture of the

cruelty and fierceness of the savage warfare of those periods than the country which lies between the head

waters of the Hudson and the adjacent lakes.

The facilities which nature had there offered to the march of the combatants were too obvious to be

neglected. The lengthened sheet of the Champlain stretched from the frontiers of Canada, deep within the

borders of the neighboring province of New York, forming a natural passage across half the distance that the

French were compelled to master in order to strike their enemies. Near its southern termination, it received

the contributions of another lake, whose waters were so limpid as to have been exclusively selected by the

Jesuit missionaries to perform the typical purification of baptism, and to obtain for it the title of lake "du

Saint Sacrement." The less zealous English thought they conferred a sufficient honor on its unsullied

fountains, when they bestowed the name of their reigning prince, the second of the house of Hanover. The

two united to rob the untutored possessors of its wooded scenery of their native right to perpetuate its original

appellation of "Horican."*

* As each nation of the Indians had its language or its dialect, they usually gave different names to the same

places, though nearly all of their appellations were descriptive of the object. Thus a literal translation of the

name of this beautiful sheet of water, used by the tribe that dwelt on its banks, would be "The Tail of the

Lake." Lake George, as it is vulgarly, and now, indeed, legally, called, forms a sort of tail to Lake Champlain,

when viewed on the map. Hence, the name.

Winding its way among countless islands, and imbedded in mountains, the "holy lake" extended a dozen

leagues still further to the south. With the high plain that there interposed itself to the further passage of the

water, commenced a portage of as many miles, which conducted the adventurer to the banks of the Hudson,

at a point where, with the usual obstructions of the rapids, or rifts, as they were then termed in the language

of the country, the river became navigable to the tide.

While, in the pursuit of their daring plans of annoyance, the restless enterprise of the French even attempted

the distant and difficult gorges of the Alleghany, it may easily be imagined that their proverbial acuteness

would not overlook the natural advantages of the district we have just described. It became, emphatically, the

bloody arena, in which most of the battles for the mastery of the colonies were contested. Forts were erected

at the different points that commanded the facilities of the route, and were taken and retaken, razed and

rebuilt, as victory alighted on the hostile banners. 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. Though the arts of

peace were unknown to this fatal region, its forests were alive with men; its shades and glens rang with the

sounds of martial music, and the echoes of its mountains threw back the laugh, or repeated the wanton cry, of

many a gallant and reckless youth, as he hurried by them, in the noontide of his spirits, to slumber in a long

night of forgetfulness.

It was in this scene of strife and bloodshed that the incidents we shall attempt to relate occurred, during the

third year of the war which England and France last waged for the possession of a country that neither was

destined to retain.

The imbecility of her military leaders abroad, and the fatal want of energy in her councils at home, had

lowered the character of Great Britain from the proud elevation on which it had been placed by the talents

and enterprise of her former warriors and statesmen. No longer dreaded by her enemies, her servants were

fast losing the confidence of selfrespect. In this mortifying abasement, the colonists, though innocent of her

imbecility, and too humble to be the agents of her blunders, were but the natural participators. They had

recently seen a chosen army from that country, which, reverencing as a mother, they had blindly believed


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invinciblean army led by a chief who had been selected from a crowd of trained warriors, for his rare

military endowments, disgracefully routed by a handful of French and Indians, and only saved from

annihilation by the coolness and spirit of a Virginian boy, whose riper fame has since diffused itself, with the

steady influence of moral truth, to the uttermost confines of Christendom.* A wide frontier had been laid

naked by this unexpected disaster, and more substantial evils were preceded by a thousand fanciful and

imaginary dangers. The alarmed colonists believed that the yells of the savages mingled with every fitful gust

of wind that issued from the interminable forests of the west. The terrific character of their merciless enemies

increased immeasurably the natural horrors of warfare. Numberless recent massacres were still vivid in their

recollections; nor was there any ear in the provinces so deaf as not to have drunk in with avidity the narrative

of some fearful tale of midnight murder, in which the natives of the forests were the principal and barbarous

actors. 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. In short, the magnifying influence of fear began to set at naught the

calculations of reason, and to render those who should have remembered their manhood, the slaves of the

basest passions. Even the most confident and the stoutest hearts began to think the issue of the contest was

becoming doubtful; and that abject class was hourly increasing in numbers, who thought they foresaw all the

possessions of the English crown in America subdued by their Christian foes, or laid waste by the inroads of

their relentless allies.

* Washington, who, after uselessly admonishing the European general of the danger into which he was

heedlessly running, saved the remnants of the British army, on this occasion, by his decision and courage.

The reputation earned by Washington in this battle was the principal cause of his being selected to command

the American armies at a later day. It is a circumstance worthy of observation, that while all America rang

with his wellmerited reputation, his name does not occur in any European account of the battle; at least the

author has searched for it without success. In this manner does the mother country absorb even the fame,

under that system of rule.

When, therefore, intelligence was received at the fort which covered the southern termination of the portage

between the Hudson and the lakes, that Montcalm had been seen moving up the Champlain, with an army

"numerous as the leaves on the trees," its truth was admitted with more of the craven reluctance of fear than

with the stern joy that a warrior should feel, in finding an enemy within reach of his blow. The news had been

brought, toward the decline of a day in midsummer, by an Indian runner, who also bore an urgent request

from Munro, the commander of a work on the shore of the "holy lake," for a speedy and powerful

reinforcement. It has already been mentioned that the distance between these two posts was less than five

leagues. The rude path, which originally formed their line of communication, had been widened for the

passage of wagons; so that the distance which had been traveled by the son of the forest in two hours, might

easily be effected by a detachment of troops, with their necessary baggage, between the rising and setting of a

summer sun. The loyal servants of the British crown had given to one of these forestfastnesses the name of

William Henry, and to the other that of Fort Edward, calling each after a favorite prince of the reigning

family. The veteran Scotchman just named held the first, with a regiment of regulars and a few provincials; a

force really by far too small to make head against the formidable power that Montcalm was leading to the

foot of his earthen mounds. At the latter, however, lay General Webb, who commanded the armies of the

king in the northern provinces, with a body of more than five thousand men. By uniting the several

detachments of his command, this officer might have arrayed nearly double that number of combatants

against the enterprising Frenchman, who had ventured so far from his reinforcements, with an army but little

superior in numbers.

But under the influence of their degraded fortunes, both officers and men appeared better disposed to await

the approach of their formidable antagonists, within their works, than to resist the progress of their march, by

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After the first surprise of the intelligence had a little abated, a rumor was spread through the entrenched

camp, which stretched along the margin of the Hudson, forming a chain of outworks to the body of the fort

itself, that a chosen detachment of fifteen hundred men was to depart, with the dawn, for William Henry, the

post at the northern extremity of the portage. That which at first was only rumor, soon became certainty, as

orders passed from the quarters of the commanderinchief to the several corps he had selected for this

service, to prepare for their speedy departure. All doubts as to the intention of Webb now vanished, and an

hour or two of hurried footsteps and anxious faces succeeded. The novice in the military art flew from point

to point, retarding his own preparations by the excess of his violent and somewhat distempered zeal; while

the more practiced veteran made his arrangements with a deliberation that scorned every appearance of haste;

though his sober lineaments and anxious eye sufficiently betrayed that he had no very strong professional

relish for the, as yet, untried and dreaded warfare of the wilderness. At length the sun set in a flood of glory,

behind the distant western hills, and as darkness drew its veil around the secluded spot the sounds of

preparation diminished; the last light finally disappeared from the log cabin of some officer; the trees cast

their deeper shadows over the mounds and the rippling stream, and a silence soon pervaded the camp, as deep

as that which reigned in the vast forest by which it was environed.

According to the orders of the preceding night, the heavy sleep of the army was broken by the rolling of the

warning drums, whose rattling echoes were heard issuing, on the damp morning air, out of every vista of the

woods, just as day began to draw the shaggy outlines of some tall pines of the vicinity, on the opening

brightness of a soft and cloudless eastern sky. In an instant the whole camp was in motion; the meanest

soldier arousing from his lair to witness the departure of his comrades, and to share in the excitement and

incidents of the hour. The simple array of the chosen band was soon completed. While the regular and trained

hirelings of the king marched with haughtiness to the right of the line, the less pretending colonists took their

humbler position on its left, with a docility that long practice had rendered easy. The scouts departed; strong

guards preceded and followed the lumbering vehicles that bore the baggage; and before the gray light of the

morning was mellowed by the rays of the sun, the main body of the combatants wheeled into column, and left

the encampment with a show of high military bearing, that served to drown the slumbering apprehensions of

many a novice, who was now about to make his first essay in arms. While in view of their admiring

comrades, the same proud front and ordered array was observed, until the notes of their fifes growing fainter

in distance, the forest at length appeared to swallow up the living mass which had slowly entered its bosom.

The deepest sounds of the retiring and invisible column had ceased to be borne on the breeze to the listeners,

and the latest straggler had already disappeared in pursuit; but there still remained the signs of another

departure, before a log cabin of unusual size and accommodations, in front of which those sentinels paced

their rounds, who were known to guard the person of the English general. At this spot were gathered some

half dozen horses, caparisoned in a manner which showed that two, at least, were destined to bear the persons

of females, of a rank that it was not usual to meet so far in the wilds of the country. A third wore trappings

and arms of an officer of the staff; while the rest, from the plainness of the housings, and the traveling mails

with which they were encumbered, were evidently fitted for the reception of as many menials, who were,

seemingly, already waiting the pleasure of those they served. At a respectful distance from this unusual show,

were gathered divers groups of curious idlers; some admiring the blood and bone of the highmettled military

charger, and others gazing at the preparations, with the dull wonder of vulgar curiosity. There was one man,

however, who, by his countenance and actions, formed a marked exception to those who composed the latter

class of spectators, being neither idle, nor seemingly very ignorant.

The person of this individual was to the last degree ungainly, without being in any particular manner

deformed. He had all the bones and joints of other men, without any of their proportions. Erect, his stature

surpassed that of his fellows; though seated, he appeared reduced within the ordinary limits of the race. The

same contrariety in his members seemed to exist throughout the whole man. His head was large; his

shoulders narrow; his arms long and dangling; while his hands were small, if not delicate. His legs and thighs

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tremendous, had they not been outdone by the broader foundations on which this false superstructure of

blended human orders was so profanely reared. The illassorted and injudicious attire of the individual only

served to render his awkwardness more conspicuous. A skyblue coat, with short and broad skirts and low

cape, exposed a long, thin neck, and longer and thinner legs, to the worst animadversions of the

evildisposed. His nether garment was a yellow nankeen, closely fitted to the shape, and tied at his bunches

of knees by large knots of white ribbon, a good deal sullied by use. Clouded cotton stockings, and shoes, on

one of the latter of which was a plated spur, completed the costume of the lower extremity of this figure, no

curve or angle of which was concealed, but, on the other hand, studiously exhibited, through the vanity or

simplicity of its owner.

From beneath the flap of an enormous pocket of a soiled vest of embossed silk, heavily ornamented with

tarnished silver lace, projected an instrument, which, from being seen in such martial company, might have

been easily mistaken for some mischievous and unknown implement of war. Small as it was, this uncommon

engine had excited the curiosity of most of the Europeans in the camp, though several of the provincials were

seen to handle it, not only without fear, but with the utmost familiarity. A large, civil cocked hat, like those

worn by clergymen within the last thirty years, surmounted the whole, furnishing dignity to a goodnatured

and somewhat vacant countenance, that apparently needed such artificial aid, to support the gravity of some

high and extraordinary trust.

While the common herd stood aloof, in deference to the quarters of Webb, the figure we have described

stalked into the center of the domestics, freely expressing his censures or commendations on the merits of the

horses, as by chance they displeased or satisfied his judgment.

"This beast, I rather conclude, friend, is not of home raising, but is from foreign lands, or perhaps from the

little island itself over the blue water?" he said, in a voice as remarkable for the softness and sweetness of its

tones, as was his person for its rare proportions; "I may speak of these things, and be no braggart; for I have

been down at both havens; that which is situate at the mouth of Thames, and is named after the capital of Old

England, and that which is called 'Haven', with the addition of the word 'New'; and have seen the scows and

brigantines collecting their droves, like the gathering to the ark, being outward bound to the Island of

Jamaica, for the purpose of barter and traffic in fourfooted animals; but never before have I beheld a beast

which verified the true scripture warhorse like this: 'He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength;

he goeth on to meet the armed men. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battle afar off,

the thunder of the captains, and the shouting' It would seem that the stock of the horse of Israel had

descended to our own time; would it not, friend?"

Receiving no reply to this extraordinary appeal, which in truth, as it was delivered with the vigor of full and

sonorous tones, merited some sort of notice, he who had thus sung forth the language of the holy book turned

to the silent figure to whom he had unwittingly addressed himself, and found a new and more powerful

subject of admiration in the object that encountered his gaze. His eyes fell on the still, upright, and rigid form

of the "Indian runner," who had borne to the camp the unwelcome tidings of the preceding evening. Although

in a state of perfect repose, and apparently disregarding, with characteristic stoicism, the excitement and

bustle around him, there was a sullen fierceness mingled with the quiet of the savage, that was likely to arrest

the attention of much more experienced eyes than those which now scanned him, in unconcealed amazement.

The native bore both the tomahawk and knife of his tribe; and yet his appearance was not altogether that of a

warrior. On the contrary, there was an air of neglect about his person, like that which might have proceeded

from great and recent exertion, which he had not yet found leisure to repair. The colors of the warpaint had

blended in dark confusion about his fierce countenance, and rendered his swarthy lineaments still more

savage and repulsive than if art had attempted an effect which had been thus produced by chance. His eye,

alone, which glistened like a fiery star amid lowering clouds, was to be seen in its state of native wildness.

For a single instant his searching and yet wary glance met the wondering look of the other, and then changing

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It is impossible to say what unlookedfor remark this short and silent communication, between two such

singular men, might have elicited from the white man, had not his active curiosity been again drawn to other

objects. A general movement among the domestics, and a low sound of gentle voices, announced the

approach of those whose presence alone was wanted to enable the cavalcade to move. The simple admirer of

the warhorse instantly fell back to a low, gaunt, switchtailed mare, that was unconsciously gleaning the

faded herbage of the camp nigh by; where, leaning with one elbow on the blanket that concealed an apology

for a saddle, he became a spectator of the departure, while a foal was quietly making its morning repast, on

the opposite side of the same animal.

A young man, in the dress of an officer, conducted to their steeds two females, who, as it was apparent by

their dresses, were prepared to encounter the fatigues of a journey in the woods. One, and she was the more

juvenile in her appearance, though both were young, permitted glimpses of her dazzling complexion, fair

golden hair, and bright blue eyes, to be caught, as she artlessly suffered the morning air to blow aside the

green veil which descended low from her beaver.

The flush which still lingered above the pines in the western sky was not more bright nor delicate than the

bloom on her cheek; nor was the opening day more cheering than the animated smile which she bestowed on

the youth, as he assisted her into the saddle. The other, who appeared to share equally in the attention of the

young officer, concealed her charms from the gaze of the soldiery with a care that seemed better fitted to the

experience of four or five additional years. It could be seen, however, that her person, though molded with

the same exquisite proportions, of which none of the graces were lost by the traveling dress she wore, was

rather fuller and more mature than that of her companion.

No sooner were these females seated, than their attendant sprang lightly into the saddle of the warhorse,

when the whole three bowed to Webb, who in courtesy, awaited their parting on the threshold of his cabin

and turning their horses' heads, they proceeded at a slow amble, followed by their train, toward the northern

entrance of the encampment. As they traversed that short distance, not a voice was heard among them; but a

slight exclamation proceeded from the younger of the females, as the Indian runner glided by her,

unexpectedly, and led the way along the military road in her front. Though this sudden and startling

movement of the Indian produced no sound from the other, in the surprise her veil also was allowed to open

its folds, and betrayed an indescribable look of pity, admiration, and horror, as her dark eye followed the easy

motions of the savage. The tresses of this lady were shining and black, like the plumage of the raven. Her

complexion was not brown, but it rather appeared charged with the color of the rich blood, that seemed ready

to burst its bounds. And yet there was neither coarseness nor want of shadowing in a countenance that was

exquisitely regular, and dignified and surpassingly beautiful. She smiled, as if in pity at her own momentary

forgetfulness, discovering by the act a row of teeth that would have shamed the purest ivory; when, replacing

the veil, she bowed her face, and rode in silence, like one whose thoughts were abstracted from the scene

around her.

CHAPTER 2

"Sola, sola, wo ha, ho, sola!"Shakespeare

While one of the lovely beings we have so cursorily presented to the reader was thus lost in thought, the other

quickly recovered from the alarm which induced the exclamation, and, laughing at her own weakness, she

inquired of the youth who rode by her side:

"Are such specters frequent in the woods, Heyward, or is this sight an especial entertainment ordered on our

behalf? If the latter, gratitude must close our mouths; but if the former, both Cora and I shall have need to

draw largely on that stock of hereditary courage which we boast, even before we are made to encounter the

redoubtable Montcalm."


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"Yon Indian is a 'runner' of the army; and, after the fashion of his people, he may be accounted a hero,"

returned the officer. "He has volunteered to guide us to the lake, by a path but little known, sooner than if we

followed the tardy movements of the column; and, by consequence, more agreeably."

"I like him not," said the lady, shuddering, partly in assumed, yet more in real terror. "You know him,

Duncan, or you would not trust yourself so freely to his keeping?"

"Say, rather, Alice, that I would not trust you. I do know him, or he would not have my confidence, and least

of all at this moment. He is said to be a Canadian too; and yet he served with our friends the Mohawks, who,

as you know, are one of the six allied nations. He was brought among us, as I have heard, by some strange

accident in which your father was interested, and in which the savage was rigidly dealt by; but I forget the

idle tale, it is enough, that he is now our friend."

"If he has been my father's enemy, I like him still less!" exclaimed the now really anxious girl. "Will you not

speak to him, Major Heyward, that I may hear his tones? Foolish though it may be, you have often heard me

avow my faith in the tones of the human voice!"

"It would be in vain; and answered, most probably, by an ejaculation. Though he may understand it, he

affects, like most of his people, to be ignorant of the English; and least of all will he condescend to speak it,

now that the war demands the utmost exercise of his dignity. But he stops; the private path by which we are

to journey is, doubtless, at hand."

The conjecture of Major Heyward was true. When they reached the spot where the Indian stood, pointing into

the thicket that fringed the military road; a narrow and blind path, which might, with some little

inconvenience, receive one person at a time, became visible.

"Here, then, lies our way," said the young man, in a low voice. "Manifest no distrust, or you may invite the

danger you appear to apprehend."

"Cora, what think you?" asked the reluctant fair one. "If we journey with the troops, though we may find their

presence irksome, shall we not feel better assurance of our safety?"

"Being little accustomed to the practices of the savages, Alice, you mistake the place of real danger," said

Heyward. "If enemies have reached the portage at all, a thing by no means probable, as our scouts are abroad,

they will surely be found skirting the column, where scalps abound the most. The route of the detachment is

known, while ours, having been determined within the hour, must still be secret."

"Should we distrust the man because his manners are not our manners, and that his skin is dark?" coldly

asked Cora.

Alice hesitated no longer; but giving her Narrangansett* a smart cut of the whip, she was the first to dash

aside the slight branches of the bushes, and to follow the runner along the dark and tangled pathway. The

young man regarded the last speaker in open admiration, and even permitted her fairer, though certainly not

more beautiful companion, to proceed unattended, while he sedulously opened the way himself for the

passage of her who has been called Cora. It would seem that the domestics had been previously instructed;

for, instead of penetrating the thicket, they followed the route of the column; a measure which Heyward

stated had been dictated by the sagacity of their guide, in order to diminish the marks of their trail, if, haply,

the Canadian savages should be lurking so far in advance of their army. For many minutes the intricacy of the

route admitted of no further dialogue; after which they emerged from the broad border of underbrush which

grew along the line of the highway, and entered under the high but dark arches of the forest. Here their

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steeds, he moved on, at a pace between a trot and a walk, and at a rate which kept the sure footed and

peculiar animals they rode at a fast yet easy amble. The youth had turned to speak to the darkeyed Cora,

when the distant sound of horses; hoofs, clattering over the roots of the broken way in his rear, caused him to

check his charger; and, as his companions drew their reins at the same instant, the whole party came to a halt,

in order to obtain an explanation of the unlookedfor interruption.

* In the state of Rhode Island there is a bay called Narragansett, so named after a powerful tribe of Indians,

which formerly dwelt on its banks. Accident, or one of those unaccountable freaks which nature sometimes

plays in the animal world, gave rise to a breed of horses which were once well known in America, and

distinguished by their habit of pacing. Horses of this race were, and are still, in much request as saddle

horses, on account of their hardiness and the ease of their movements. As they were also sure of foot, the

Narragansetts were greatly sought for by females who were obliged to travel over the roots and holes in the

"new countries."

In a few moments a colt was seen gliding, like a fallow deer, among the straight trunks of the pines; and, in

another instant, the person of the ungainly man, described in the preceding chapter, came into view, with as

much rapidity as he could excite his meager beast to endure without coming to an open rupture. Until now

this personage had escaped the observation of the travelers. If he possessed the power to arrest any wandering

eye when exhibiting the glories of his altitude on foot, his equestrian graces were still more likely to attract

attention.

Notwithstanding a constant application of his one armed heel to the flanks of the mare, the most confirmed

gait that he could establish was a Canterbury gallop with the hind legs, in which those more forward assisted

for doubtful moments, though generally content to maintain a loping trot. Perhaps the rapidity of the changes

from one of these paces to the other created an optical illusion, which might thus magnify the powers of the

beast; for it is certain that Heyward, who possessed a true eye for the merits of a horse, was unable, with his

utmost ingenuity, to decide by what sort of movement his pursuer worked his sinuous way on his footsteps

with such persevering hardihood.

The industry and movements of the rider were not less remarkable than those of the ridden. At each change in

the evolutions of the latter, the former raised his tall person in the stirrups; producing, in this manner, by the

undue elongation of his legs, such sudden growths and diminishings of the stature, as baffled every

conjecture that might be made as to his dimensions. If to this be added the fact that, in consequence of the ex

parte application of the spur, one side of the mare appeared to journey faster than the other; and that the

aggrieved flank was resolutely indicated by unremitted flourishes of a bushy tail, we finish the picture of both

horse and man.

The frown which had gathered around the handsome, open, and manly brow of Heyward, gradually relaxed,

and his lips curled into a slight smile, as he regarded the stranger. Alice made no very powerful effort to

control her merriment; and even the dark, thoughtful eye of Cora lighted with a humor that it would seem, the

habit, rather than the nature, of its mistress repressed.

"Seek you any here?" demanded Heyward, when the other had arrived sufficiently nigh to abate his speed; "I

trust you are no messenger of evil tidings?"

"Even so," replied the stranger, making diligent use of his triangular castor, to produce a circulation in the

close air of the woods, and leaving his hearers in doubt to which of the young man's questions he responded;

when, however, he had cooled his face, and recovered his breath, he continued, "I hear you are riding to

William Henry; as I am journeying thitherward myself, I concluded good company would seem consistent to

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"You appear to possess the privilege of a casting vote," returned Heyward; "we are three, while you have

consulted no one but yourself."

"Even so. The first point to be obtained is to know one's own mind. Once sure of that, and where women are

concerned it is not easy, the next is, to act up to the decision. I have endeavored to do both, and here I am."

"If you journey to the lake, you have mistaken your route," said Heyward, haughtily; "the highway thither is

at least half a mile behind you."

"Even so," returned the stranger, nothing daunted by this cold reception; "I have tarried at 'Edward' a week,

and I should be dumb not to have inquired the road I was to journey; and if dumb there would be an end to

my calling." After simpering in a small way, like one whose modesty prohibited a more open expression of

his admiration of a witticism that was perfectly unintelligible to his hearers, he continued, "It is not prudent

for any one of my profession to be too familiar with those he has to instruct; for which reason I follow not the

line of the army; besides which, I conclude that a gentleman of your character has the best judgment in

matters of wayfaring; I have, therefore, decided to join company, in order that the ride may be made

agreeable, and partake of social communion."

"A most arbitrary, if not a hasty decision!" exclaimed Heyward, undecided whether to give vent to his

growing anger, or to laugh in the other's face. "But you speak of instruction, and of a profession; are you an

adjunct to the provincial corps, as a master of the noble science of defense and offense; or, perhaps, you are

one who draws lines and angles, under the pretense of expounding the mathematics?"

The stranger regarded his interrogator a moment in wonder; and then, losing every mark of selfsatisfaction

in an expression of solemn humility, he answered:

"Of offense, I hope there is none, to either party: of defense, I make noneby God's good mercy, having

committed no palpable sin since last entreating his pardoning grace. I understand not your allusions about

lines and angles; and I leave expounding to those who have been called and set apart for that holy office. I lay

claim to no higher gift than a small insight into the glorious art of petitioning and thanksgiving, as practiced

in psalmody."

"The man is, most manifestly, a disciple of Apollo," cried the amused Alice, "and I take him under my own

especial protection. Nay, throw aside that frown, Heyward, and in pity to my longing ears, suffer him to

journey in our train. Besides," she added, in a low and hurried voice, casting a glance at the distant Cora, who

slowly followed the footsteps of their silent, but sullen guide, "it may be a friend added to our strength, in

time of need."

"Think you, Alice, that I would trust those I love by this secret path, did I imagine such need could happen?"

"Nay, nay, I think not of it now; but this strange man amuses me; and if he 'hath music in his soul', let us not

churlishly reject his company." She pointed persuasively along the path with her riding whip, while their eyes

met in a look which the young man lingered a moment to prolong; then, yielding to her gentle influence, he

clapped his spurs into his charger, and in a few bounds was again at the side of Cora.

"I am glad to encounter thee, friend," continued the maiden, waving her hand to the stranger to proceed, as

she urged her Narragansett to renew its amble. "Partial relatives have almost persuaded me that I am not

entirely worthless in a duet myself; and we may enliven our wayfaring by indulging in our favorite pursuit. It

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"It is refreshing both to the spirits and to the body to indulge in psalmody, in befitting seasons," returned the

master of song, unhesitatingly complying with her intimation to follow; "and nothing would relieve the mind

more than such a consoling communion. But four parts are altogether necessary to the perfection of melody.

You have all the manifestations of a soft and rich treble; I can, by especial aid, carry a full tenor to the highest

letter; but we lack counter and bass! Yon officer of the king, who hesitated to admit me to his company,

might fill the latter, if one may judge from the intonations of his voice in common dialogue."

"Judge not too rashly from hasty and deceptive appearances," said the lady, smiling; "though Major Heyward

can assume such deep notes on occasion, believe me, his natural tones are better fitted for a mellow tenor

than the bass you heard."

"Is he, then, much practiced in the art of psalmody?" demanded her simple companion.

Alice felt disposed to laugh, though she succeeded in suppressing her merriment, ere she answered:

"I apprehend that he is rather addicted to profane song. The chances of a soldier's life are but little fitted for

the encouragement of more sober inclinations."

"Man's voice is given to him, like his other talents, to be used, and not to be abused. None can say they have

ever known me to neglect my gifts! I am thankful that, though my boyhood may be said to have been set

apart, like the youth of the royal David, for the purposes of music, no syllable of rude verse has ever profaned

my lips."

"You have, then, limited your efforts to sacred song?"

"Even so. As the psalms of David exceed all other language, so does the psalmody that has been fitted to

them by the divines and sages of the land, surpass all vain poetry. Happily, I may say that I utter nothing but

the thoughts and the wishes of the King of Israel himself; for though the times may call for some slight

changes, yet does this version which we use in the colonies of New England so much exceed all other

versions, that, by its richness, its exactness, and its spiritual simplicity, it approacheth, as near as may be, to

the great work of the inspired writer. I never abid in any place, sleeping or waking, without an example of

this gifted work. 'Tis the sixandtwentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini 1744; and is

entitled, 'The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testaments; faithfully translated into

English Metre, for the Use, Edification, and Comfort of the Saints, in Public and Private, especially in New

England'."

During this eulogium on the rare production of his native poets, the stranger had drawn the book from his

pocket, and fitting a pair of ironrimmed spectacles to his nose, opened the volume with a care and

veneration suited to its sacred purposes. Then, without circumlocution or apology, first pronounced the word

"Standish," and placing the unknown engine, already described, to his mouth, from which he drew a high,

shrill sound, that was followed by an octave below, from his own voice, he commenced singing the following

words, in full, sweet, and melodious tones, that set the music, the poetry, and even the uneasy motion of his

ill trained beast at defiance; "How good it is, O see, And how it pleaseth well, Together e'en in unity, For

brethren so to dwell. "It's like the choice ointment, From the head to the beard did go; Down Aaron's head,

that downward went His garment's skirts unto."

The delivery of these skillful rhymes was accompanied, on the part of the stranger, by a regular rise and fall

of his right hand, which terminated at the descent, by suffering the fingers to dwell a moment on the leaves of

the little volume; and on the ascent, by such a flourish of the member as none but the initiated may ever hope

to imitate. It would seem long practice had rendered this manual accompaniment necessary; for it did not

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a word of two syllables.

Such an innovation on the silence and retirement of the forest could not fail to enlist the ears of those who

journeyed at so short a distance in advance. The Indian muttered a few words in broken English to Heyward,

who, in his turn, spoke to the stranger; at once interrupting, and, for the time, closing his musical efforts.

"Though we are not in danger, common prudence would teach us to journey through this wilderness in as

quiet a manner as possible. You will then, pardon me, Alice, should I diminish your enjoyments, by

requesting this gentleman to postpone his chant until a safer opportunity."

"You will diminish them, indeed," returned the arch girl; "for never did I hear a more unworthy conjunction

of execution and language than that to which I have been listening; and I was far gone in a learned inquiry

into the causes of such an unfitness between sound and sense, when you broke the charm of my musings by

that bass of yours, Duncan!"

"I know not what you call my bass," said Heyward, piqued at her remark, "but I know that your safety, and

that of Cora, is far dearer to me than could be any orchestra of Handel's music." He paused and turned his

head quickly toward a thicket, and then bent his eyes suspiciously on their guide, who continued his steady

pace, in undisturbed gravity. The young man smiled to himself, for he believed he had mistaken some shining

berry of the woods for the glistening eyeballs of a prowling savage, and he rode forward, continuing the

conversation which had been interrupted by the passing thought.

Major Heyward was mistaken only in suffering his youthful and generous pride to suppress his active

watchfulness. The cavalcade had not long passed, before the branches of the bushes that formed the thicket

were cautiously moved asunder, and a human visage, as fiercely wild as savage art and unbridled passions

could make it, peered out on the retiring footsteps of the travelers. A gleam of exultation shot across the

darklypainted lineaments of the inhabitant of the forest, as he traced the route of his intended victims, who

rode unconsciously onward, the light and graceful forms of the females waving among the trees, in the

curvatures of their path, followed at each bend by the manly figure of Heyward, until, finally, the shapeless

person of the singing master was concealed behind the numberless trunks of trees, that rose, in dark lines, in

the intermediate space.

CHAPTER 3

"Before these fields were shorn and till'd,

Full to the brim our rivers flow'd;

The melody of waters fill'd

The fresh and boundless wood;

And torrents dash'd, and rivulets play'd,

And fountains spouted in the shade."Bryant

Leaving the unsuspecting Heyward and his confiding companions to penetrate still deeper into a forest that

contained such treacherous inmates, we must use an author's privilege, and shift the scene a few miles to the

westward of the place where we have last seen them.

On that day, two men were lingering on the banks of a small but rapid stream, within an hour's journey of the

encampment of Webb, like those who awaited the appearance of an absent person, or the approach of some

expected event. The vast canopy of woods spread itself to the margin of the river, overhanging the water, and

shadowing its dark current with a deeper hue. The rays of the sun were beginning to grow less fierce, and the

intense heat of the day was lessened, as the cooler vapors of the springs and fountains rose above their leafy

beds, and rested in the atmosphere. Still that breathing silence, which marks the drowsy sultriness of an


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American landscape in July, pervaded the secluded spot, interrupted only by the low voices of the men, the

occasional and lazy tap of a woodpecker, the discordant cry of some gaudy jay, or a swelling on the ear, from

the dull roar of a distant waterfall. These feeble and broken sounds were, however, too familiar to the

foresters to draw their attention from the more interesting matter of their dialogue. While one of these

loiterers showed the red skin and wild accouterments of a native of the woods, the other exhibited, through

the mask of his rude and nearly savage equipments, the brighter, though sunburned and longfaced

complexion of one who might claim descent from a European parentage. The former was seated on the end of

a mossy log, in a posture that permitted him to heighten the effect of his earnest language, by the calm but

expressive gestures of an Indian engaged in debate. his body, which was nearly naked, presented a terrific

emblem of death, drawn in intermingled colors of white and black. His closelyshaved head, on which no

other hair than the wellknown and chivalrous scalping tuft* was preserved, was without ornament of any

kind, with the exception of a solitary eagle's plume, that crossed his crown, and depended over the left

shoulder. A tomahawk and scalping knife, of English manufacture, were in his girdle; while a short military

rifle, of that sort with which the policy of the whites armed their savage allies, lay carelessly across his bare

and sinewy knee. The expanded chest, full formed limbs, and grave countenance of this warrior, would

denote that he had reached the vigor of his days, though no symptoms of decay appeared to have yet

weakened his manhood.

* The North American warrior caused the hair to be plucked from his whole body; a small tuft was left on the

crown of his head, in order that his enemy might avail himself of it, in wrenching off the scalp in the event of

his fall. The scalp was the only admissible trophy of victory. Thus, it was deemed more important to obtain

the scalp than to kill the man. Some tribes lay great stress on the honor of striking a dead body. These

practices have nearly disappeared among the Indians of the Atlantic states.

The frame of the white man, judging by such parts as were not concealed by his clothes, was like that of one

who had known hardships and exertion from his earliest youth. His person, though muscular, was rather

attenuated than full; but every nerve and muscle appeared strung and indurated by unremitted exposure and

toil. He wore a hunting shirt of forestgreen, fringed with faded yellow*, and a summer cap of skins which

had been shorn of their fur. He also bore a knife in a girdle of wampum, like that which confined the scanty

garments of the Indian, but no tomahawk. His moccasins were ornamented after the gay fashion of the

natives, while the only part of his under dress which appeared below the hunging frock was a pair of

buckskin leggings, that laced at the sides, and which were gartered above the knees, with the sinews of a deer.

A pouch and horn completed his personal accouterments, though a rifle of great length**, which the theory of

the more ingenious whites had taught them was the most dangerous of all firearms, leaned against a

neighboring sapling. The eye of the hunter, or scout, whichever he might be, was small, quick, keen, and

restless, roving while he spoke, on every side of him, as if in quest of game, or distrusting the sudden

approach of some lurking enemy. Notwithstanding the symptoms of habitual suspicion, his countenance was

not only without guile, but at the moment at which he is introduced, it was charged with an expression of

sturdy honesty.

* The huntingshirt is a picturesque smockfrock, being shorter, and ornamented with fringes and tassels.

The colors are intended to imitate the hues of the wood, with a view to concealment. Many corps of

American riflemen have been thus attired, and the dress is one of the most striking of modern times. The

huntingshirt is frequently white.

** The rifle of the army is short; that of the hunter is always long.

"Even your traditions make the case in my favor, Chingachgook," he said, speaking in the tongue which was

known to all the natives who formerly inhabited the country between the Hudson and the Potomac, and of

which we shall give a free translation for the benefit of the reader; endeavoring, at the same time, to preserve

some of the peculiarities, both of the individual and of the language. "Your fathers came from the setting sun,


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crossed the big river*, fought the people of the country, and took the land; and mine came from the red sky of

the morning, over the salt lake, and did their work much after the fashion that had been set them by yours;

then let God judge the matter between us, and friends spare their words!"

* The Mississippi. The scout alludes to a tradition which is very popular among the tribes of the Atlantic

states. Evidence of their Asiatic origin is deduced from the circumstances, though great uncertainty hangs

over the whole history of the Indians.

"My fathers fought with the naked red man!" returned the Indian, sternly, in the same language. "Is there no

difference, Hawkeye, between the stoneheaded arrow of the warrior, and the leaden bullet with which you

kill?"

"There is reason in an Indian, though nature has made him with a red skin!" said the white man, shaking his

head like one on whom such an appeal to his justice was not thrown away. For a moment he appeared to be

conscious of having the worst of the argument, then, rallying again, he answered the objection of his

antagonist in the best manner his limited information would allow:

"I am no scholar, and I care not who knows it; but, judging from what I have seen, at deer chases and squirrel

hunts, of the sparks below, I should think a rifle in the hands of their grandfathers was not so dangerous as a

hickory bow and a good flinthead might be, if drawn with Indian judgment, and sent by an Indian eye."

"You have the story told by your fathers," returned the other, coldly waving his hand. "What say your old

men? Do they tell the young warriors that the pale faces met the red men, painted for war and armed with the

stone hatchet and wooden gun?"

"I am not a prejudiced man, nor one who vaunts himself on his natural privileges, though the worst enemy I

have on earth, and he is an Iroquois, daren't deny that I am genuine white," the scout replied, surveying, with

secret satisfaction, the faded color of his bony and sinewy hand, "and I am willing to own that my people

have many ways, of which, as an honest man, I can't approve. It is one of their customs to write in books

what they have done and seen, instead of telling them in their villages, where the lie can be given to the face

of a cowardly boaster, and the brave soldier can call on his comrades to witness for the truth of his words. In

consequence of this bad fashion, a man, who is too conscientious to misspend his days among the women, in

learning the names of black marks, may never hear of the deeds of his fathers, nor feel a pride in striving to

outdo them. For myself, I conclude the Bumppos could shoot, for I have a natural turn with a rifle, which

must have been handed down from generation to generation, as, our holy commandments tell us, all good and

evil gifts are bestowed; though I should be loath to answer for other people in such a matter. But every story

has its two sides; so I ask you, Chingachgook, what passed, according to the traditions of the red men, when

our fathers first met?"

A silence of a minute succeeded, during which the Indian sat mute; then, full of the dignity of his office, he

commenced his brief tale, with a solemnity that served to heighten its appearance of truth.

"Listen, Hawkeye, and your ear shall drink no lie. 'Tis what my fathers have said, and what the Mohicans

have done." He hesitated a single instant, and bending a cautious glance toward his companion, he continued,

in a manner that was divided between interrogation and assertion. "Does not this stream at our feet run

toward the summer, until its waters grow salt, and the current flows upward?"

"It can't be denied that your traditions tell you true in both these matters," said the white man; "for I have

been there, and have seen them, though why water, which is so sweet in the shade, should become bitter in

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"And the current!" demanded the Indian, who expected his reply with that sort of interest that a man feels in

the confirmation of testimony, at which he marvels even while he respects it; "the fathers of Chingachgook

have not lied!"

"The holy Bible is not more true, and that is the truest thing in nature. They call this upstream current the

tide, which is a thing soon explained, and clear enough. Six hours the waters run in, and six hours they run

out, and the reason is this: when there is higher water in the sea than in the river, they run in until the river

gets to be highest, and then it runs out again."

"The waters in the woods, and on the great lakes, run downward until they lie like my hand," said the Indian,

stretching the limb horizontally before him, "and then they run no more."

"No honest man will deny it," said the scout, a little nettled at the implied distrust of his explanation of the

mystery of the tides; "and I grant that it is true on the small scale, and where the land is level. But everything

depends on what scale you look at things. Now, on the small scale, the 'arth is level; but on the large scale it

is round. In this manner, pools and ponds, and even the great freshwater lakes, may be stagnant, as you and

I both know they are, having seen them; but when you come to spread water over a great tract, like the sea,

where the earth is round, how in reason can the water be quiet? You might as well expect the river to lie still

on the brink of those black rocks a mile above us, though your own ears tell you that it is tumbling over them

at this very moment."

If unsatisfied by the philosophy of his companion, the Indian was far too dignified to betray his unbelief. He

listened like one who was convinced, and resumed his narrative in his former solemn manner.

"We came from the place where the sun is hid at night, over great plains where the buffaloes live, until we

reached the big river. There we fought the Alligewi, till the ground was red with their blood. From the banks

of the big river to the shores of the salt lake, there was none to meet us. The Maquas followed at a distance.

We said the country should be ours from the place where the water runs up no longer on this stream, to a river

twenty sun's journey toward the summer. We drove the Maquas into the woods with the bears. They only

tasted salt at the licks; they drew no fish from the great lake; we threw them the bones."

"All this I have heard and believe," said the white man, observing that the Indian paused; "but it was long

before the English came into the country."

"A pine grew then where this chestnut now stands. The first pale faces who came among us spoke no English.

They came in a large canoe, when my fathers had buried the tomahawk with the red men around them. Then,

Hawkeye," he continued, betraying his deep emotion, only by permitting his voice to fall to those low,

guttural tones, which render his language, as spoken at times, so very musical; "then, Hawkeye, we were one

people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its fish, the wood its deer, and the air its birds. We took

wives who bore us children; we worshipped the Great Spirit; and we kept the Maquas beyond the sound of

our songs of triumph."

"Know you anything of your own family at that time?" demanded the white. "But you are just a man, for an

Indian; and as I suppose you hold their gifts, your fathers must have been brave warriors, and wise men at the

councilfire."

"My tribe is the grandfather of nations, but I am an unmixed man. The blood of chiefs is in my veins, where it

must stay forever. The Dutch landed, and gave my people the fire water; they drank until the heavens and

the earth seemed to meet, and they foolishly thought they had found the Great Spirit. Then they parted with

their land. Foot by foot, they were driven back from the shores, until I, that am a chief and a Sagamore, have

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"Graves bring solemn feelings over the mind," returned the scout, a good deal touched at the calm suffering

of his companion; "and they often aid a man in his good intentions; though, for myself, I expect to leave my

own bones unburied, to bleach in the woods, or to be torn asunder by the wolves. But where are to be found

those of your race who came to their kin in the Delaware country, so many summers since?"

"Where are the blossoms of those summers!fallen, one by one; so all of my family departed, each in his

turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in

my footsteps there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the

Mohicans."

"Uncas is here," said another voice, in the same soft, guttural tones, near his elbow; "who speaks to Uncas?"

The white man loosened his knife in his leathern sheath, and made an involuntary movement of the hand

toward his rifle, at this sudden interruption; but the Indian sat composed, and without turning his head at the

unexpected sounds.

At the next instant, a youthful warrior passed between them, with a noiseless step, and seated himself on the

bank of the rapid stream. No exclamation of surprise escaped the father, nor was any question asked, or reply

given, for several minutes; each appearing to await the moment when he might speak, without betraying

womanish curiosity or childish impatience. The white man seemed to take counsel from their customs, and,

relinquishing his grasp of the rifle, he also remained silent and reserved. At length Chingachgook turned his

eyes slowly toward his son, and demanded:

"Do the Maquas dare to leave the print of their moccasins in these woods?"

"I have been on their trail," replied the young Indian, "and know that they number as many as the fingers of

my two hands; but they lie hid like cowards."

"The thieves are outlying for scalps and plunder," said the white man, whom we shall call Hawkeye, after the

manner of his companions. "That busy Frenchman, Montcalm, will send his spies into our very camp, but he

will know what road we travel!"

"'Tis enough," returned the father, glancing his eye toward the setting sun; "they shall be driven like deer

from their bushes. Hawkeye, let us eat tonight, and show the Maquas that we are men tomorrow."

"I am as ready to do the one as the other; but to fight the Iroquois 'tis necessary to find the skulkers; and to

eat, 'tis necessary to get the gametalk of the devil and he will come; there is a pair of the biggest antlers I

have seen this season, moving the bushes below the hill! Now, Uncas," he continued, in a half whisper, and

laughing with a kind of inward sound, like one who had learned to be watchful, "I will bet my charger three

times full of powder, against a foot of wampum, that I take him atwixt the eyes, and nearer to the right than to

the left."

"It cannot be!" said the young Indian, springing to his feet with youthful eagerness; "all but the tips of his

horns are hid!"

"He's a boy!" said the white man, shaking his head while he spoke, and addressing the father. "Does he think

when a hunter sees a part of the creature', he can't tell where the rest of him should be!"

Adjusting his rifle, he was about to make an exhibition of that skill on which he so much valued himself,

when the warrior struck up the piece with his hand, saying:


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"Hawkeye! will you fight the Maquas?"

"These Indians know the nature of the woods, as it might be by instinct!" returned the scout, dropping his

rifle, and turning away like a man who was convinced of his error. "I must leave the buck to your arrow,

Uncas, or we may kill a deer for them thieves, the Iroquois, to eat."

The instant the father seconded this intimation by an expressive gesture of the hand, Uncas threw himself on

the ground, and approached the animal with wary movements. When within a few yards of the cover, he

fitted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care, while the antlers moved, as if their owner snuffed an enemy

in the tainted air. In another moment the twang of the cord was heard, a white streak was seen glancing into

the bushes, and the wounded buck plunged from the cover, to the very feet of his hidden enemy. Avoiding the

horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat, when bounding

to the edge of the river it fell, dyeing the waters with its blood.

"'Twas done with Indian skill," said the scout laughing inwardly, but with vast satisfaction; "and 'twas a

pretty sight to behold! Though an arrow is a near shot, and needs a knife to finish the work."

"Hugh!" ejaculated his companion, turning quickly, like a hound who scented game.

"By the Lord, there is a drove of them!" exclaimed the scout, whose eyes began to glisten with the ardor of

his usual occupation; "if they come within range of a bullet I will drop one, though the whole Six Nations

should be lurking within sound! What do you hear, Chingachgook? for to my ears the woods are dumb."

"There is but one deer, and he is dead," said the Indian, bending his body till his ear nearly touched the earth.

"I hear the sounds of feet!"

"Perhaps the wolves have driven the buck to shelter, and are following on his trail."

"No. The horses of white men are coming!" returned the other, raising himself with dignity, and resuming his

seat on the log with his former composure. "Hawkeye, they are your brothers; speak to them."

"That I will, and in English that the king needn't be ashamed to answer," returned the hunter, speaking in the

language of which he boasted; "but I see nothing, nor do I hear the sounds of man or beast; 'tis strange that an

Indian should understand white sounds better than a man who, his very enemies will own, has no cross in his

blood, although he may have lived with the red skins long enough to be suspected! Ha! there goes something

like the cracking of a dry stick, toonow I hear the bushes moveyes, yes, there is a trampling that I

mistook for the fallsand but here they come themselves; God keep them from the Iroquois!"

CHAPTER 4

"Well go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove 

Till I torment thee for this injury."Midsummer Night's Dream.

The words were still in the mouth of the scout, when the leader of the party, whose approaching footsteps had

caught the vigilant ear of the Indian, came openly into view. A beaten path, such as those made by the

periodical passage of the deer, wound through a little glen at no great distance, and struck the river at the

point where the white man and his red companions had posted themselves. Along this track the travelers, who

had produced a surprise so unusual in the depths of the forest, advanced slowly toward the hunter, who was in

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"Who comes?" demanded the scout, throwing his rifle carelessly across his left arm, and keeping the

forefinger of his right hand on the trigger, though he avoided all appearance of menace in the act. "Who

comes hither, among the beasts and dangers of the wilderness?"

"Believers in religion, and friends to the law and to the king," returned he who rode foremost. "Men who

have journeyed since the rising sun, in the shades of this forest, without nourishment, and are sadly tired of

their wayfaring."

"You are, then, lost," interrupted the hunter, "and have found how helpless 'tis not to know whether to take

the right hand or the left?"

"Even so; sucking babes are not more dependent on those who guide them than we who are of larger growth,

and who may now be said to possess the stature without the knowledge of men. Know you the distance to a

post of the crown called William Henry?"

"Hoot!" shouted the scout, who did not spare his open laughter, though instantly checking the dangerous

sounds he indulged his merriment at less risk of being overheard by any lurking enemies. "You are as much

off the scent as a hound would be, with Horican atwixt him and the deer! William Henry, man! if you are

friends to the king and have business with the army, your way would be to follow the river down to Edward,

and lay the matter before Webb, who tarries there, instead of pushing into the defiles, and driving this saucy

Frenchman back across Champlain, into his den again."

Before the stranger could make any reply to this unexpected proposition, another horseman dashed the bushes

aside, and leaped his charger into the pathway, in front of his companion.

"What, then, may be our distance from Fort Edward?" demanded a new speaker; "the place you advise us to

seek we left this morning, and our destination is the head of the lake."

"Then you must have lost your eyesight afore losing your way, for the road across the portage is cut to a good

two rods, and is as grand a path, I calculate, as any that runs into London, or even before the palace of the

king himself."

"We will not dispute concerning the excellence of the passage," returned Heyward, smiling; for, as the reader

has anticipated, it was he. "It is enough, for the present, that we trusted to an Indian guide to take us by a

nearer, though blinder path, and that we are deceived in his knowledge. In plain words, we know not where

we are."

"An Indian lost in the woods!" said the scout, shaking his head doubtingly; "When the sun is scorching the

tree tops, and the water courses are full; when the moss on every beech he sees will tell him in what quarter

the north star will shine at night. The woods are full of deerpaths which run to the streams and licks, places

well known to everybody; nor have the geese done their flight to the Canada waters altogether! 'Tis strange

that an Indian should be lost atwixt Horican and the bend in the river! Is he a Mohawk?"

"Not by birth, though adopted in that tribe; I think his birthplace was farther north, and he is one of those you

call a Huron."

"Hugh!" exclaimed the two companions of the scout, who had continued until this part of the dialogue, seated

immovable, and apparently indifferent to what passed, but who now sprang to their feet with an activity and

interest that had evidently got the better of their reserve by surprise.


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"A Huron!" repeated the sturdy scout, once more shaking his head in open distrust; "they are a thievish race,

nor do I care by whom they are adopted; you can never make anything of them but skulls and vagabonds.

Since you trusted yourself to the care of one of that nation, I only wonder that you have not fallen in with

more."

"Of that there is little danger, since William Henry is so many miles in our front. You forget that I have told

you our guide is now a Mohawk, and that he serves with our forces as a friend."

"And I tell you that he who is born a Mingo will die a Mingo," returned the other positively. "A Mohawk!

No, give me a Delaware or a Mohican for honesty; and when they will fight, which they won't all do, having

suffered their cunning enemies, the Maquas, to make them womenbut when they will fight at all, look to a

Delaware, or a Mohican, for a warrior!"

"Enough of this," said Heyward, impatiently; "I wish not to inquire into the character of a man that I know,

and to whom you must be a stranger. You have not yet answered my question; what is our distance from the

main army at Edward?"

"It seems that may depend on who is your guide. One would think such a horse as that might get over a good

deal of ground atwixt sunup and sundown."

"I wish no contention of idle words with you, friend," said Heyward, curbing his dissatisfied manner, and

speaking in a more gentle voice; "if you will tell me the distance to Fort Edward, and conduct me thither,

your labor shall not go without its reward."

"And in so doing, how know I that I don't guide an enemy and a spy of Montcalm, to the works of the army?

It is not every man who can speak the English tongue that is an honest subject."

"If you serve with the troops, of whom I judge you to be a scout, you should know of such a regiment of the

king as the Sixtieth."

"The Sixtieth! you can tell me little of the Royal Americans that I don't know, though I do wear a

huntingshirt instead of a scarlet jacket."

"Well, then, among other things, you may know the name of its major?"

"Its major!" interrupted the hunter, elevating his body like one who was proud of his trust. "If there is a man

in the country who knows Major Effingham, he stands before you."

"It is a corps which has many majors; the gentleman you name is the senior, but I speak of the junior of them

all; he who commands the companies in garrison at William Henry."

"Yes, yes, I have heard that a young gentleman of vast riches, from one of the provinces far south, has got the

place. He is over young, too, to hold such rank, and to be put above men whose heads are beginning to

bleach; and yet they say he is a soldier in his knowledge, and a gallant gentleman!"

"Whatever he may be, or however he may be qualified for his rank, he now speaks to you and, of course, can

be no enemy to dread."

The scout regarded Heyward in surprise, and then lifting his cap, he answered, in a tone less confident than

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"I have heard a party was to leave the encampment this morning for the lake shore?"

"You have heard the truth; but I preferred a nearer route, trusting to the knowledge of the Indian I

mentioned."

"And he deceived you, and then deserted?"

"Neither, as I believe; certainly not the latter, for he is to be found in the rear."

"I should like to look at the creature'; if it is a true Iroquois I can tell him by his knavish look, and by his

paint," said the scout; stepping past the charger of Heyward, and entering the path behind the mare of the

singing master, whose foal had taken advantage of the halt to exact the maternal contribution. After shoving

aside the bushes, and proceeding a few paces, he encountered the females, who awaited the result of the

conference with anxiety, and not entirely without apprehension. Behind these, the runner leaned against a

tree, where he stood the close examination of the scout with an air unmoved, though with a look so dark and

savage, that it might in itself excite fear. Satisfied with his scrutiny, the hunter soon left him. As he repassed

the females, he paused a moment to gaze upon their beauty, answering to the smile and nod of Alice with a

look of open pleasure. 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.

"A Mingo is a Mingo, and God having made him so, neither the Mohawks nor any other tribe can alter him,"

he said, when he had regained his former position. "If we were alone, and you would leave that noble horse at

the mercy of the wolves tonight, I could show you the way to Edward myself, within an hour, for it lies only

about an hour's journey hence; but with such ladies in your company 'tis impossible!"

"And why? They are fatigued, but they are quite equal to a ride of a few more miles."

"'Tis a natural impossibility!" repeated the scout; "I wouldn't walk a mile in these woods after night gets into

them, in company with that runner, for the best rifle in the colonies. They are full of outlying Iroquois, and

your mongrel Mohawk knows where to find them too well to be my companion."

"Think you so?" said Heyward, leaning forward in the saddle, and dropping his voice nearly to a whisper; "I

confess I have not been without my own suspicions, though I have endeavored to conceal them, and affected

a confidence I have not always felt, on account of my companions. It was because I suspected him that I

would follow no longer; making him, as you see, follow me."

"I knew he was one of the cheats as soon as I laid eyes on him!" returned the scout, placing a finger on his

nose, in sign of caution.

"The thief is leaning against the foot of the sugar sapling, that you can see over them bushes; his right leg is

in a line with the bark of the tree, and," tapping his rifle, "I can take him from where I stand, between the

angle and the knee, with a single shot, putting an end to his tramping through the woods, for at least a month

to come. If I should go back to him, the cunning varmint would suspect something, and be dodging through

the trees like a frightened deer."

"It will not do. He may be innocent, and I dislike the act. Though, if I felt confident of his treachery"

"'Tis a safe thing to calculate on the knavery of an Iroquois," said the scout, throwing his rifle forward, by a

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"Hold!" interrupted Heyward, "it will not dowe must think of some other schemeand yet, I have much

reason to believe the rascal has deceived me."

The hunter, who had already abandoned his intention of maiming the runner, mused a moment, and then

made a gesture, which instantly brought his two red companions to his side. They spoke together earnestly in

the Delaware language, though in an undertone; and by the gestures of the white man, which were frequently

directed towards the top of the sapling, it was evident he pointed out the situation of their hidden enemy. His

companions were not long in comprehending his wishes, and laying aside their firearms, they parted, taking

opposite sides of the path, and burying themselves in the thicket, with such cautious movements, that their

steps were inaudible.

"Now, go you back," said the hunter, speaking again to Heyward, "and hold the imp in talk; these Mohicans

here will take him without breaking his paint."

"Nay," said Heyward, proudly, "I will seize him myself."

"Hist! what could you do, mounted, against an Indian in the bushes!"

"I will dismount."

"And, think you, when he saw one of your feet out of the stirrup, he would wait for the other to be free?

Whoever comes into the woods to deal with the natives, must use Indian fashions, if he would wish to

prosper in his undertakings. Go, then; talk openly to the miscreant, and seem to believe him the truest friend

you have on 'arth."

Heyward prepared to comply, though with strong disgust at the nature of the office he was compelled to

execute. Each moment, however, pressed upon him a conviction of the critical situation in which he had

suffered his invaluable trust to be involved through his own confidence. The sun had already disappeared,

and the woods, suddenly deprived of his light*, were assuming a dusky hue, which keenly reminded him that

the hour the savage usually chose for his most barbarous and remorseless acts of vengeance or hostility, was

speedily drawing near. Stimulated by apprehension, he left the scout, who immediately entered into a loud

conversation with the stranger that had so unceremoniously enlisted himself in the party of travelers that

morning. In passing his gentler companions Heyward uttered a few words of encouragement, and was pleased

to find that, though fatigued with the exercise of the day, they appeared to entertain no suspicion that their

present embarrassment was other than the result of accident. Giving them reason to believe he was merely

employed in a consultation concerning the future route, he spurred his charger, and drew the reins again when

the animal had carried him within a few yards of the place where the sullen runner still stood, leaning against

the tree.

* The scene of this tale was in the 42d degree of latitude, where the twilight is never of long continuation.

"You may see, Magua," he said, endeavoring to assume an air of freedom and confidence, "that the night is

closing around us, and yet we are no nearer to William Henry than when we left the encampment of Webb

with the rising sun.

"You have missed the way, nor have I been more fortunate. But, happily, we have fallen in with a hunter, he

whom you hear talking to the singer, that is acquainted with the deerpaths and byways of the woods, and

who promises to lead us to a place where we may rest securely till the morning."

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"Alone!" hesitatingly answered Heyward, to whom deception was too new to be assumed without

embarrassment. "Oh! not alone, surely, Magua, for you know that we are with him."

"Then Le Renard Subtil will go," returned the runner, coolly raising his little wallet from the place where it

had lain at his feet; "and the pale faces will see none but their own color."

"Go! Whom call you Le Renard?"

"'Tis the name his Canada fathers have given to Magua," returned the runner, with an air that manifested his

pride at the distinction. "Night is the same as day to Le Subtil, when Munro waits for him."

"And what account will Le Renard give the chief of William Henry concerning his daughters? Will he dare to

tell the hot blooded Scotsman that his children are left without a guide, though Magua promised to be one?"

"Though the gray head has a loud voice, and a long arm, Le Renard will not hear him, nor feel him, in the

woods."

"But what will the Mohawks say? They will make him petticoats, and bid him stay in the wigwam with the

women, for he is no longer to be trusted with the business of a man."

"Le Subtil knows the path to the great lakes, and he can find the bones of his fathers," was the answer of the

unmoved runner.

"Enough, Magua," said Heyward; "are we not friends? Why should there be bitter words between us? Munro

has promised you a gift for your services when performed, and I shall be your debtor for another. Rest your

weary limbs, then, and open your wallet to eat. We have a few moments to spare; let us not waste them in talk

like wrangling women. When the ladies are refreshed we will proceed."

"The pale faces make themselves dogs to their women," muttered the Indian, in his native language, "and

when they want to eat, their warriors must lay aside the tomahawk to feed their laziness."

"What say you, Renard?"

"Le Subtil says it is good."

The Indian then fastened his eyes keenly on the open countenance of Heyward, but meeting his glance, he

turned them quickly away, and seating himself deliberately on the ground, he drew forth the remnant of some

former repast, and began to eat, though not without first bending his looks slowly and cautiously around him.

"This is well," continued Heyward; "and Le Renard will have strength and sight to find the path in the

morning"; he paused, for sounds like the snapping of a dried stick, and the rustling of leaves, rose from the

adjacent bushes, but recollecting himself instantly, he continued, "we must be moving before the sun is seen,

or Montcalm may lie in our path, and shut us out from the fortress."

The hand of Magua dropped from his mouth to his side, and though his eyes were fastened on the ground, his

head was turned aside, his nostrils expanded, and his ears seemed even to stand more erect than usual, giving

to him the appearance of a statue that was made to represent intense attention.

Heyward, who watched his movements with a vigilant eye, carelessly extricated one of his feet from the

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Every effort to detect the point most regarded by the runner was completely frustrated by the tremulous

glances of his organs, which seemed not to rest a single instant on any particular object, and which, at the

same time, could be hardly said to move. While he hesitated how to proceed, Le Subtil cautiously raised

himself to his feet, though with a motion so slow and guarded, that not the slightest noise was produced by

the change. Heyward felt it had now become incumbent on him to act. Throwing his leg over the saddle, he

dismounted, with a determination to advance and seize his treacherous companion, trusting the result to his

own manhood. In order, however, to prevent unnecessary alarm, he still preserved an air of calmness and

friendship.

"Le Renard Subtil does not eat," he said, using the appellation he had found most flattering to the vanity of

the Indian. "His corn is not well parched, and it seems dry. Let me examine; perhaps something may be found

among my own provisions that will help his appetite."

Magua held out the wallet to the proffer of the other. He even suffered their hands to meet, without betraying

the least emotion, or varying his riveted attitude of attention. But when he felt the fingers of Heyward moving

gently along his own naked arm, he struck up the limb of the young man, and, uttering a piercing cry, he

darted beneath it, and plunged, at a single bound, into the opposite thicket. At the next instant the form of

Chingachgook appeared from the bushes, looking like a specter in its paint, and glided across the path in

swift pursuit. Next followed the shout of Uncas, when the woods were lighted by a sudden flash, that was

accompanied by the sharp report of the hunter's rifle.

CHAPTER 5

..."In such a night Did Thisbe fearfully o'ertrip the dew;

And saw the lion's shadow ere himself." Merchant of Venice

The suddenness of the flight of his guide, and the wild cries of the pursuers, caused Heyward to remain fixed,

for a few moments, in inactive surprise. Then recollecting the importance of securing the fugitive, he dashed

aside the surrounding bushes, and pressed eagerly forward to lend his aid in the chase. Before he had,

however, proceeded a hundred yards, he met the three foresters already returning from their unsuccessful

pursuit.

"Why so soon disheartened!" he exclaimed; "the scoundrel must be concealed behind some of these trees, and

may yet be secured. We are not safe while he goes at large."

"Would you set a cloud to chase the wind?" returned the disappointed scout; "I heard the imp brushing over

the dry leaves, like a black snake, and blinking a glimpse of him, just over ag'in yon big pine, I pulled as it

might be on the scent; but 'twouldn't do! and yet for a reasoning aim, if anybody but myself had touched the

trigger, I should call it a quick sight; and I may be accounted to have experience in these matters, and one

who ought to know. Look at this sumach; its leaves are red, though everybody knows the fruit is in the yellow

blossom in the month of July!"

"'Tis the blood of Le Subtil! he is hurt, and may yet fall!"

"No, no," returned the scout, in decided disapprobation of this opinion, "I rubbed the bark off a limb, perhaps,

but the creature leaped the longer for it. A rifle bullet acts on a running animal, when it barks him, much the

same as one of your spurs on a horse; that is, it quickens motion, and puts life into the flesh, instead of taking

it away. But when it cuts the ragged hole, after a bound or two, there is, commonly, a stagnation of further

leaping, be it Indian or be it deer!"

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"Is life grievous to you?" interrupted the scout. "Yonder red devil would draw you within swing of the

tomahawks of his comrades, before you were heated in the chase. It was an unthoughtful act in a man who

has so often slept with the warwhoop ringing in the air, to let off his piece within sound of an ambushment!

But then it was a natural temptation! 'twas very natural! Come, friends, let us move our station, and in such

fashion, too, as will throw the cunning of a Mingo on a wrong scent, or our scalps will be drying in the wind

in front of Montcalm's marquee, ag'in this hour tomorrow."

This appalling declaration, which the scout uttered with the cool assurance of a man who fully

comprehended, while he did not fear to face the danger, served to remind Heyward of the importance of the

charge with which he himself had been intrusted. Glancing his eyes around, with a vain effort to pierce the

gloom that was thickening beneath the leafy arches of the forest, he felt as if, cut off from human aid, his

unresisting companions would soon lie at the entire mercy of those barbarous enemies, who, like beasts of

prey, only waited till the gathering darkness might render their blows more fatally certain. His awakened

imagination, deluded by the deceptive light, converted each waving bush, or the fragment of some fallen tree,

into human forms, and twenty times he fancied he could distinguish the horrid visages of his lurking foes,

peering from their hiding places, in never ceasing watchfulness of the movements of his party. Looking

upward, he found that the thin fleecy clouds, which evening had painted on the blue sky, were already losing

their faintest tints of rosecolor, while the imbedded stream, which glided past the spot where he stood, was

to be traced only by the dark boundary of its wooded banks.

"What is to be done!" he said, feeling the utter helplessness of doubt in such a pressing strait; "desert me not,

for God's sake! remain to defend those I escort, and freely name your own reward!"

His companions, who conversed apart in the language of their tribe, heeded not this sudden and earnest

appeal. Though their dialogue was maintained in low and cautious sounds, but little above a whisper,

Heyward, who now approached, could easily distinguish the earnest tones of the younger warrior from the

more deliberate speeches of his seniors. It was evident that they debated on the propriety of some measure,

that nearly concerned the welfare of the travelers. Yielding to his powerful interest in the subject, and

impatient of a delay that seemed fraught with so much additional danger, Heyward drew still nigher to the

dusky group, with an intention of making his offers of compensation more definite, when the white man,

motioning with his hand, as if he conceded the disputed point, turned away, saying in a sort of soliloquy, and

in the English tongue:

"Uncas is right! it would not be the act of men to leave such harmless things to their fate, even though it

breaks up the harboring place forever. If you would save these tender blossoms from the fangs of the worst of

serpents, gentleman, you have neither time to lose nor resolution to throw away!"

"How can such a wish be doubted! Have I not already offered "

"Offer your prayers to Him who can give us wisdom to circumvent the cunning of the devils who fill these

woods," calmly interrupted the scout, "but spare your offers of money, which neither you may live to realize,

nor I to profit by. These Mohicans and I will do what man's thoughts can invent, to keep such flowers, which,

though so sweet, were never made for the wilderness, from harm, and that without hope of any other

recompense but such as God always gives to upright dealings. First, you must promise two things, both in

your own name and for your friends, or without serving you we shall only injure ourselves!"

"Name them."

"The one is, to be still as these sleeping woods, let what will happen and the other is, to keep the place where

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"I will do my utmost to see both these conditions fulfilled."

"Then follow, for we are losing moments that are as precious as the heart's blood to a stricken deer!"

Heyward could distinguish the impatient gesture of the scout, through the increasing shadows of the evening,

and he moved in his footsteps, swiftly, toward the place where he had left the remainder of the party. When

they rejoined the expecting and anxious females, he briefly acquainted them with the conditions of their new

guide, and with the necessity that existed for their hushing every apprehension in instant and serious

exertions. Although his alarming communication was not received without much secret terror by the listeners,

his earnest and impressive manner, aided perhaps by the nature of the danger, succeeded in bracing their

nerves to undergo some unlookedfor and unusual trial. Silently, and without a moment's delay, they

permitted him to assist them from their saddles, and when they descended quickly to the water's edge, where

the scout had collected the rest of the party, more by the agency of expressive gestures than by any use of

words.

"What to do with these dumb creatures!" muttered the white man, on whom the sole control of their future

movements appeared to devolve; "it would be time lost to cut their throats, and cast them into the river; and

to leave them here would be to tell the Mingoes that they have not far to seek to find their owners!"

"Then give them their bridles, and let them range the woods," Heyward ventured to suggest.

"No; it would be better to mislead the imps, and make them believe they must equal a horse's speed to run

down their chase. Ay, ay, that will blind their fireballs of eyes! ChingachHist! what stirs the bush?"

"The colt."

"That colt, at least, must die," muttered the scout, grasping at the mane of the nimble beast, which easily

eluded his hand; "Uncas, your arrows!"

"Hold!" exclaimed the proprietor of the condemned animal, aloud, without regard to the whispering tones

used by the others; "spare the foal of Miriam! it is the comely offspring of a faithful dam, and would

willingly injure naught."

"When men struggle for the single life God has given them," said the scout, sternly, "even their own kind

seem no more than the beasts of the wood. If you speak again, I shall leave you to the mercy of the Maquas!

Draw to your arrow's head, Uncas; we have no time for second blows."

The low, muttering sounds of his threatening voice were still audible, when the wounded foal, first rearing on

its hinder legs, plunged forward to its knees. It was met by Chingachgook, whose knife passed across its

throat quicker than thought, and then precipitating the motions of the struggling victim, he dashed into the

river, down whose stream it glided away, gasping audibly for breath with its ebbing life. This deed of

apparent cruelty, but of real necessity, fell upon the spirits of the travelers like a terrific warning of the peril

in which they stood, heightened as it was by the calm though steady resolution of the actors in the scene. The

sisters shuddered and clung closer to each other, while Heyward instinctively laid his hand on one of the

pistols he had just drawn from their holsters, as he placed himself between his charge and those dense

shadows that seemed to draw an impenetrable veil before the bosom of the forest.

The Indians, however, hesitated not a moment, but taking the bridles, they led the frightened and reluctant

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At a short distance from the shore they turned, and were soon concealed by the projection of the bank, under

the brow of which they moved, in a direction opposite to the course of the waters. In the meantime, the scout

drew a canoe of bark from its place of concealment beneath some low bushes, whose branches were waving

with the eddies of the current, into which he silently motioned for the females to enter. They complied

without hesitation, though many a fearful and anxious glance was thrown behind them, toward the thickening

gloom, which now lay like a dark barrier along the margin of the stream.

So soon as Cora and Alice were seated, the scout, without regarding the element, directed Heyward to

support one side of the frail vessel, and posting himself at the other, they bore it up against the stream,

followed by the dejected owner of the dead foal. In this manner they proceeded, for many rods, in a silence

that was only interrupted by the rippling of the water, as its eddies played around them, or the low dash made

by their own cautious footsteps. Heyward yielded the guidance of the canoe implicitly to the scout, who

approached or receded from the shore, to avoid the fragments of rocks, or deeper parts of the river, with a

readiness that showed his knowledge of the route they held. Occasionally he would stop; and in the midst of a

breathing stillness, that the dull but increasing roar of the waterfall only served to render more impressive, he

would listen with painful intenseness, to catch any sounds that might arise from the slumbering forest. When

assured that all was still, and unable to detect, even by the aid of his practiced senses, any sign of his

approaching foes, he would deliberately resume his slow and guarded progress. At length they reached a

point in the river where the roving eye of Heyward became riveted on a cluster of black objects, collected at a

spot where the high bank threw a deeper shadow than usual on the dark waters. Hesitating to advance, he

pointed out the place to the attention of his companion.

"Ay," returned the composed scout, "the Indians have hid the beasts with the judgment of natives! Water

leaves no trail, and an owl's eyes would be blinded by the darkness of such a hole."

The whole party was soon reunited, and another consultation was held between the scout and his new

comrades, during which, they, whose fates depended on the faith and ingenuity of these unknown foresters,

had a little leisure to observe their situation more minutely.

The river was confined between high and cragged rocks, one of which impended above the spot where the

canoe rested. As these, again, were surmounted by tall trees, which appeared to totter on the brows of the

precipice, it gave the stream the appearance of running through a deep and narrow dell. All beneath the

fantastic limbs and ragged tree tops, which were, here and there, dimly painted against the starry zenith, lay

alike in shadowed obscurity. Behind them, the curvature of the banks soon bounded the view by the same

dark and wooded outline; but in front, and apparently at no great distance, the water seemed piled against the

heavens, whence it tumbled into caverns, out of which issued those sullen sounds that had loaded the evening

atmosphere. It seemed, in truth, to be a spot devoted to seclusion, and the sisters imbibed a soothing

impression of security, as they gazed upon its romantic though not unappalling beauties. A general movement

among their conductors, however, soon recalled them from a contemplation of the wild charms that night had

assisted to lend the place to a painful sense of their real peril.

The horses had been secured to some scattering shrubs that grew in the fissures of the rocks, where, standing

in the water, they were left to pass the night. The scout directed Heyward and his disconsolate fellow

travelers to seat themselves in the forward end of the canoe, and took possession of the other himself, as erect

and steady as if he floated in a vessel of much firmer materials. The Indians warily retraced their steps toward

the place they had left, when the scout, placing his pole against a rock, by a powerful shove, sent his frail

bark directly into the turbulent stream. For many minutes the struggle between the light bubble in which they

floated and the swift current was severe and doubtful. Forbidden to stir even a hand, and almost afraid to

breath, lest they should expose the frail fabric to the fury of the stream, the passengers watched the glancing

waters in feverish suspense. Twenty times they thought the whirling eddies were sweeping them to

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vigorous, and, as it appeared to the females, a desperate effort, closed the struggle. Just as Alice veiled her

eyes in horror, under the impression that they were about to be swept within the vortex at the foot of the

cataract, the canoe floated, stationary, at the side of a flat rock, that lay on a level with the water.

"Where are we, and what is next to be done!" demanded Heyward, perceiving that the exertions of the scout

had ceased.

"You are at the foot of Glenn's," returned the other, speaking aloud, without fear of consequences within the

roar of the cataract; "and the next thing is to make a steady landing, lest the canoe upset, and you should go

down again the hard road we have traveled faster than you came up; 'tis a hard rift to stem, when the river is a

little swelled; and five is an unnatural number to keep dry, in a hurryskurry, with a little birchen bark and

gum. There, go you all on the rock, and I will bring up the Mohicans with the venison. A man had better

sleep without his scalp, than famish in the midst of plenty."

His passengers gladly complied with these directions. As the last foot touched the rock, the canoe whirled

from its station, when the tall form of the scout was seen, for an instant, gliding above the waters, before it

disappeared in the impenetrable darkness that rested on the bed of the river. Left by their guide, the travelers

remained a few minutes in helpless ignorance, afraid even to move along the broken rocks, lest a false step

should precipitate them down some one of the many deep and roaring caverns, into which the water seemed

to tumble, on every side of them. Their suspense, however, was soon relieved; for, aided by the skill of the

natives, the canoe shot back into the eddy, and floated again at the side of the low rock, before they thought

the scout had even time to rejoin his companions.

"We are now fortified, garrisoned, and provisioned," cried Heyward cheerfully, "and may set Montcalm and

his allies at defiance. How, now, my vigilant sentinel, can see anything of those you call the Iroquois, on the

main land!"

"I call them Iroquois, because to me every native, who speaks a foreign tongue, is accounted an enemy,

though he may pretend to serve the king! If Webb wants faith and honesty in an Indian, let him bring out the

tribes of the Delawares, and send these greedy and lying Mohawks and Oneidas, with their six nations of

varlets, where in nature they belong, among the French!"

"We should then exchange a warlike for a useless friend! I have heard that the Delawares have laid aside the

hatchet, and are content to be called women!"

"Aye, shame on the Hollanders and Iroquois, who circumvented them by their deviltries, into such a treaty!

But I have known them for twenty years, and I call him liar that says cowardly blood runs in the veins of a

Delaware. You have driven their tribes from the seashore, and would now believe what their enemies say,

that you may sleep at night upon an easy pillow. No, no; to me, every Indian who speaks a foreign tongue is

an Iroquois, whether the castle* of his tribe be in Canada, or be in York."

* The principal villages of the Indians are still called "castles" by the whites of New York. "Oneida castle" is

no more than a scattered hamlet; but the name is in general use.

Heyward, perceiving that the stubborn adherence of the scout to the cause of his friends the Delawares, or

Mohicans, for they were branches of the same numerous people, was likely to prolong a useless discussion,

changed the subject.

"Treaty or no treaty, I know full well that your two companions are brave and cautious warriors! have they

heard or seen anything of our enemies!"


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"An Indian is a mortal to be felt afore he is seen," returned the scout, ascending the rock, and throwing the

deer carelessly down. "I trust to other signs than such as come in at the eye, when I am outlying on the trail of

the Mingoes."

"Do your ears tell you that they have traced our retreat?"

"I should be sorry to think they had, though this is a spot that stout courage might hold for a smart

scrimmage. I will not deny, however, but the horses cowered when I passed them, as though they scented the

wolves; and a wolf is a beast that is apt to hover about an Indian ambushment, craving the offals of the deer

the savages kill."

"You forget the buck at your feet! or, may we not owe their visit to the dead colt? Ha! what noise is that?"

"Poor Miriam!" murmured the stranger; "thy foal was foreordained to become a prey to ravenous beasts!"

Then, suddenly lifting up his voice, amid the eternal din of the waters, he sang aloud: "First born of Egypt,

smite did he, Of mankind, and of beast also: O, Egypt! wonders sent 'midst thee, On Pharaoh and his servants

too!"

"The death of the colt sits heavy on the heart of its owner," said the scout; "but it's a good sign to see a man

account upon his dumb friends. He has the religion of the matter, in believing what is to happen will happen;

and with such a consolation, it won't be long afore he submits to the rationality of killing a fourfooted beast

to save the lives of human men. It may be as you say," he continued, reverting to the purport of Heyward's

last remark; "and the greater the reason why we should cut our steaks, and let the carcass drive down the

stream, or we shall have the pack howling along the cliffs, begrudging every mouthful we swallow. Besides,

though the Delaware tongue is the same as a book to the Iroquois, the cunning varlets are quick enough at

understanding the reason of a wolf's howl."

The scout, while making his remarks, was busied in collecting certain necessary implements; as he

concluded, he moved silently by the group of travelers, accompanied by the Mohicans, who seemed to

comprehend his intentions with instinctive readiness, when the whole three disappeared in succession,

seeming to vanish against the dark face of a perpendicular rock that rose to the height of a few yards, within

as many feet of the water's edge.

CHAPTER 6

"Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide;

He wales a portion with judicious care;

And 'Let us worship God', he says, with solemn air."Burns

Heyward and his female companions witnessed this mysterious movement with secret uneasiness; for, though

the conduct of the white man had hitherto been above reproach, his rude equipments, blunt address, and

strong antipathies, together with the character of his silent associates, were all causes for exciting distrust in

minds that had been so recently alarmed by Indian treachery.

The stranger alone disregarded the passing incidents. He seated himself on a projection of the rocks, whence

he gave no other signs of consciousness than by the struggles of his spirit, as manifested in frequent and

heavy sighs. Smothered voices were next heard, as though men called to each other in the bowels of the earth,

when a sudden light flashed upon those without, and laid bare the muchprized secret of the place.

At the further extremity of a narrow, deep cavern in the rock, whose length appeared much extended by the

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pine. The strong glare of the fire fell full upon his sturdy, weatherbeaten countenance and forest attire,

lending an air of romantic wildness to the aspect of an individual, who, seen by the sober light of day, would

have exhibited the peculiarities of a man remarkable for the strangeness of his dress, the ironlike

inflexibility of his frame, and the singular compound of quick, vigilant sagacity, and of exquisite simplicity,

that by turns usurped the possession of his muscular features. At a little distance in advance stood Uncas, his

whole person thrown powerfully into view. The travelers anxiously regarded the upright, flexible figure of

the young Mohican, graceful and unrestrained in the attitudes and movements of nature. Though his person

was more than usually screened by a green and fringed hunting shirt, like that of the white man, there was

no concealment to his dark, glancing, fearless eye, alike terrible and calm; the bold outline of his high,

haughty features, pure in their native red; or to the dignified elevation of his receding forehead, together with

all the finest proportions of a noble head, bared to the generous scalping tuft. It was the first opportunity

possessed by Duncan and his companions to view the marked lineaments of either of their Indian attendants,

and each individual of the party felt relieved from a burden of doubt, as the proud and determined, though

wild expression of the features of the young warrior forced itself on their notice. They felt it might be a being

partially benighted in the vale of ignorance, but it could not be one who would willingly devote his rich

natural gifts to the purposes of wanton treachery. The ingenuous Alice gazed at his free air and proud

carriage, as she would have looked upon some precious relic of the Grecian chisel, to which life had been

imparted by the intervention of a miracle; while Heyward, though accustomed to see the perfection of form

which abounds among the uncorrupted natives, openly expressed his admiration at such an unblemished

specimen of the noblest proportions of man.

"I could sleep in peace," whispered Alice, in reply, "with such a fearless and generouslooking youth for my

sentinel. Surely, Duncan, those cruel murders, those terrific scenes of torture, of which we read and hear so

much, are never acted in the presence of such as he!"

"This certainly is a rare and brilliant instance of those natural qualities in which these peculiar people are said

to excel," he answered. "I agree with you, Alice, in thinking that such a front and eye were formed rather to

intimidate than to deceive; but let us not practice a deception upon ourselves, by expecting any other

exhibition of what we esteem virtue than according to the fashion of the savage. As bright examples of great

qualities are but too uncommon among Christians, so are they singular and solitary with the Indians; though,

for the honor of our common nature, neither are incapable of producing them. Let us then hope that this

Mohican may not disappoint our wishes, but prove what his looks assert him to be, a brave and constant

friend."

"Now Major Heyward speaks as Major Heyward should," said Cora; "who that looks at this creature of

nature, remembers the shade of his skin?"

A short and apparently an embarrassed silence succeeded this remark, which was interrupted by the scout

calling to them, aloud, to enter.

"This fire begins to show too bright a flame," he continued, as they complied, "and might light the Mingoes

to our undoing. Uncas, drop the blanket, and show the knaves its dark side. This is not such a supper as a

major of the Royal Americans has a right to expect, but I've known stout detachments of the corps glad to eat

their venison raw, and without a relish, too*. Here, you see, we have plenty of salt, and can make a quick

broil. There's fresh sassafras boughs for the ladies to sit on, which may not be as proud as their

myhogguinea chairs, but which sends up a sweeter flavor, than the skin of any hog can do, be it of Guinea,

or be it of any other land. Come, friend, don't be mournful for the colt; 'twas an innocent thing, and had not

seen much hardship. Its death will save the creature many a sore back and weary foot!"

* In vulgar parlance the condiments of a repast are called by the American "a relish," substituting the thing

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several conditions in life. Most of them are of local use, and others quite peculiar to the particular class of

men to which the character belongs. In the present instance, the scout uses the word with immediate reference

to the "salt," with which his own party was so fortunate as to be provided.

Uncas did as the other had directed, and when the voice of Hawkeye ceased, the roar of the cataract sounded

like the rumbling of distant thunder.

"Are we quite safe in this cavern?" demanded Heyward. "Is there no danger of surprise? A single armed man,

at its entrance, would hold us at his mercy."

A spectrallooking figure stalked from out of the darkness behind the scout, and seizing a blazing brand, held

it toward the further extremity of their place of retreat. Alice uttered a faint shriek, and even Cora rose to her

feet, as this appalling object moved into the light; but a single word from Heyward calmed them, with the

assurance it was only their attendant, Chingachgook, who, lifting another blanket, discovered that the cavern

had two outlets. Then, holding the brand, he crossed a deep, narrow chasm in the rocks which ran at right

angles with the passage they were in, but which, unlike that, was open to the heavens, and entered another

cave, answering to the description of the first, in every essential particular.

"Such old foxes as Chingachgook and myself are not often caught in a barrow with one hole," said Hawkeye,

laughing; "you can easily see the cunning of the placethe rock is black limestone, which everybody knows

is soft; it makes no uncomfortable pillow, where brush and pine wood is scarce; well, the fall was once a few

yards below us, and I dare to say was, in its time, as regular and as handsome a sheet of water as any along

the Hudson. But old age is a great injury to good looks, as these sweet young ladies have yet to l'arn! The

place is sadly changed! These rocks are full of cracks, and in some places they are softer than at othersome,

and the water has worked out deep hollows for itself, until it has fallen back, ay, some hundred feet, breaking

here and wearing there, until the falls have neither shape nor consistency."

"In what part of them are we?" asked Heyward.

"Why, we are nigh the spot that Providence first placed them at, but where, it seems, they were too rebellious

to stay. The rock proved softer on each side of us, and so they left the center of the river bare and dry, first

working out these two little holes for us to hide in."

"We are then on an island!"

"Ay! there are the falls on two sides of us, and the river above and below. If you had daylight, it would be

worth the trouble to step up on the height of this rock, and look at the perversity of the water. It falls by no

rule at all; sometimes it leaps, sometimes it tumbles; there it skips; here it shoots; in one place 'tis white as

snow, and in another 'tis green as grass; hereabouts, it pitches into deep hollows, that rumble and crush the

'arth; and thereaways, it ripples and sings like a brook, fashioning whirlpools and gullies in the old stone, as if

'twas no harder than trodden clay. The whole design of the river seems disconcerted. First it runs smoothly, as

if meaning to go down the descent as things were ordered; then it angles about and faces the shores; nor are

there places wanting where it looks backward, as if unwilling to leave the wilderness, to mingle with the salt.

Ay, lady, the fine cobweblooking cloth you wear at your throat is coarse, and like a fishnet, to little spots I

can show you, where the river fabricates all sorts of images, as if having broke loose from order, it would try

its hand at everything. And yet what does it amount to! After the water has been suffered so to have its will,

for a time, like a headstrong man, it is gathered together by the hand that made it, and a few rods below you

may see it all, flowing on steadily toward the sea, as was foreordained from the first foundation of the 'arth!"

While his auditors received a cheering assurance of the security of their place of concealment from this

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beauties. But they were not in a situation to suffer their thoughts to dwell on the charms of natural objects;

and, as the scout had not found it necessary to cease his culinary labors while he spoke, unless to point out,

with a broken fork, the direction of some particularly obnoxious point in the rebellious stream, they now

suffered their attention to be drawn to the necessary though more vulgar consideration of their supper.

* Glenn's Falls are on the Hudson, some forty or fifty miles above the head of tide, or that place where the

river becomes navigable for sloops. The description of this picturesque and remarkable little cataract, as

given by the scout, is sufficiently correct, though the application of the water to uses of civilized life has

materially injured its beauties. The rocky island and the two caverns are known to every traveler, since the

former sustains the pier of a bridge, which is now thrown across the river, immediately above the fall. In

explanation of the taste of Hawkeye, it should be remembered that men always prize that most which is least

enjoyed. Thus, in a new country, the woods and other objects, which in an old country would be maintained

at great cost, are got rid of, simply with a view of "improving" as it is called.

The repast, which was greatly aided by the addition of a few delicacies that Heyward had the precaution to

bring with him when they left their horses, was exceedingly refreshing to the weary party. Uncas acted as

attendant to the females, performing all the little offices within his power, with a mixture of dignity and

anxious grace, that served to amuse Heyward, who well knew that it was an utter innovation on the Indian

customs, which forbid their warriors to descend to any menial employment, especially in favor of their

women. As the rights of hospitality were, however, considered sacred among them, this little departure from

the dignity of manhood excited no audible comment. Had there been one there sufficiently disengaged to

become a close observer, he might have fancied that the services of the young chief were not entirely

impartial. That while he tendered to Alice the gourd of sweet water, and the venison in a trencher, neatly

carved from the knot of the pepperidge, with sufficient courtesy, in performing the same offices to her sister,

his dark eye lingered on her rich, speaking countenance. Once or twice he was compelled to speak, to

command her attention of those he served. In such cases he made use of English, broken and imperfect, but

sufficiently intelligible, and which he rendered so mild and musical, by his deep, guttural voice, that it never

failed to cause both ladies to look up in admiration and astonishment. In the course of these civilities, a few

sentences were exchanged, that served to establish the appearance of an amicable intercourse between the

parties.

In the meanwhile, the gravity of Chingcachgook remained immovable. He had seated himself more within the

circle of light, where the frequent, uneasy glances of his guests were better enabled to separate the natural

expression of his face from the artificial terrors of the war paint. They found a strong resemblance between

father and son, with the difference that might be expected from age and hardships. The fierceness of his

countenance now seemed to slumber, and in its place was to be seen the quiet, vacant composure which

distinguishes an Indian warrior, when his faculties are not required for any of the greater purposes of his

existence. It was, however, easy to be seen, by the occasional gleams that shot across his swarthy visage, that

it was only necessary to arouse his passions, in order to give full effect to the terrific device which he had

adopted to intimidate his enemies. On the other hand, the quick, roving eye of the scout seldom rested. He ate

and drank with an appetite that no sense of danger could disturb, but his vigilance seemed never to desert

him. Twenty times the gourd or the venison was suspended before his lips, while his head was turned aside,

as though he listened to some distant and distrusted soundsa movement that never failed to recall his

guests from regarding the novelties of their situation, to a recollection of the alarming reasons that had driven

them to seek it. As these frequent pauses were never followed by any remark, the momentary uneasiness they

created quickly passed away, and for a time was forgotten.

"Come, friend," said Hawkeye, drawing out a keg from beneath a cover of leaves, toward the close of the

repast, and addressing the stranger who sat at his elbow, doing great justice to his culinary skill, "try a little

spruce; 'twill wash away all thoughts of the colt, and quicken the life in your bosom. I drink to our better

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yourself?"

"GamutDavid Gamut," returned the singing master, preparing to wash down his sorrows in a powerful

draught of the woodsman's highflavored and welllaced compound.

"A very good name, and, I dare say, handed down from honest forefathers. I'm an admirator of names, though

the Christian fashions fall far below savage customs in this particular. The biggest coward I ever knew as

called Lyon; and his wife, Patience, would scold you out of hearing in less time than a hunted deer would run

a rod. With an Indian 'tis a matter of conscience; what he calls himself, he generally isnot that

Chingachgook, which signifies Big Sarpent, is really a snake, big or little; but that he understands the

windings and turnings of human natur', and is silent, and strikes his enemies when they least expect him.

What may be your calling?"

"I am an unworthy instructor in the art of psalmody."

"Anan!"

"I teach singing to the youths of the Connecticut levy."

"You might be better employed. The young hounds go laughing and singing too much already through the

woods, when they ought not to breathe louder than a fox in his cover. Can you use the smoothbore, or handle

the rifle?"

"Praised be God, I have never had occasion to meddle with murderous implements!"

"Perhaps you understand the compass, and lay down the watercourses and mountains of the wilderness on

paper, in order that they who follow may find places by their given names?"

"I practice no such employment."

"You have a pair of legs that might make a long path seem short! you journey sometimes, I fancy, with

tidings for the general."

"Never; I follow no other than my own high vocation, which is instruction in sacred music!"

"'Tis a strange calling!" muttered Hawkeye, with an inward laugh, "to go through life, like a catbird, mocking

all the ups and downs that may happen to come out of other men's throats. Well, friend, I suppose it is your

gift, and mustn't be denied any more than if 'twas shooting, or some other better inclination. Let us hear what

you can do in that way; 'twill be a friendly manner of saying goodnight, for 'tis time that these ladies should

be getting strength for a hard and a long push, in the pride of the morning, afore the Maquas are stirring."

"With joyful pleasure do I consent', said David, adjusting his ironrimmed spectacles, and producing his

beloved little volume, which he immediately tendered to Alice. "What can be more fitting and consolatory,

than to offer up evening praise, after a day of such exceeding jeopardy!"

Alice smiled; but, regarding Heyward, she blushed and hesitated.

"Indulge yourself," he whispered; "ought not the suggestion of the worthy namesake of the Psalmist to have

its weight at such a moment?"


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Encouraged by his opinion, Alice did what her pious inclinations, and her keen relish for gentle sounds, had

before so strongly urged. The book was open at a hymn not ill adapted to their situation, and in which the

poet, no longer goaded by his desire to excel the inspired King of Israel, had discovered some chastened and

respectable powers. Cora betrayed a disposition to support her sister, and the sacred song proceeded, after the

indispensable preliminaries of the pitchpipe, and the tune had been duly attended to by the methodical David.

The air was solemn and slow. At times it rose to the fullest compass of the rich voices of the females, who

hung over their little book in holy excitement, and again it sank so low, that the rushing of the waters ran

through their melody, like a hollow accompaniment. The natural taste and true ear of David governed and

modified the sounds to suit the confined cavern, every crevice and cranny of which was filled with the

thrilling notes of their flexible voices. The Indians riveted their eyes on the rocks, and listened with an

attention that seemed to turn them into stone. But the scout, who had placed his chin in his hand, with an

expression of cold indifference, gradually suffered his rigid features to relax, until, as verse succeeded verse,

he felt his iron nature subdued, while his recollection was carried back to boyhood, when his ears had been

accustomed to listen to similar sounds of praise, in the settlements of the colony. His roving eyes began to

moisten, and before the hymn was ended scalding tears rolled out of fountains that had long seemed dry, and

followed each other down those cheeks, that had oftener felt the storms of heaven than any testimonials of

weakness. The singers were dwelling on one of those low, dying chords, which the ear devours with such

greedy rapture, as if conscious that it is about to lose them, when a cry, that seemed neither human nor

earthly, rose in the outward air, penetrating not only the recesses of the cavern, but to the inmost hearts of all

who heard it. It was followed by a stillness apparently as deep as if the waters had been checked in their

furious progress, at such a horrid and unusual interruption.

"What is it?" murmured Alice, after a few moments of terrible suspense.

"What is it?" repeated Hewyard aloud.

Neither Hawkeye nor the Indians made any reply. They listened, as if expecting the sound would be repeated,

with a manner that expressed their own astonishment. At length they spoke together, earnestly, in the

Delaware language, when Uncas, passing by the inner and most concealed aperture, cautiously left the

cavern. When he had gone, the scout first spoke in English.

"What it is, or what it is not, none here can tell, though two of us have ranged the woods for more than thirty

years. I did believe there was no cry that Indian or beast could make, that my ears had not heard; but this has

proved that I was only a vain and conceited mortal."

"Was it not, then, the shout the warriors make when they wish to intimidate their enemies?" asked Cora who

stood drawing her veil about her person, with a calmness to which her agitated sister was a stranger.

"No, no; this was bad, and shocking, and had a sort of unhuman sound; but when you once hear the

warwhoop, you will never mistake it for anything else. Well, Uncas!" speaking in Delaware to the young

chief as he reentered, "what see you? do our lights shine through the blankets?"

The answer was short, and apparently decided, being given in the same tongue.

"There is nothing to be seen without," continued Hawkeye, shaking his head in discontent; "and our

hidingplace is still in darkness. Pass into the other cave, you that need it, and seek for sleep; we must be

afoot long before the sun, and make the most of our time to get to Edward, while the Mingoes are taking their

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Cora set the example of compliance, with a steadiness that taught the more timid Alice the necessity of

obedience. Before leaving the place, however, she whispered a request to Duncan, that he would follow.

Uncas raised the blanket for their passage, and as the sisters turned to thank him for this act of attention, they

saw the scout seated again before the dying embers, with his face resting on his hands, in a manner which

showed how deeply he brooded on the unaccountable interruption which had broken up their evening

devotions.

Heyward took with him a blazing knot, which threw a dim light through the narrow vista of their new

apartment. Placing it in a favorable position, he joined the females, who now found themselves alone with

him for the first time since they had left the friendly ramparts of Fort Edward.

"Leave us not, Duncan," said Alice: "we cannot sleep in such a place as this, with that horrid cry still ringing

in our ears."

"First let us examine into the security of your fortress," he answered, "and then we will speak of rest."

He approached the further end of the cavern, to an outlet, which, like the others, was concealed by blankets;

and removing the thick screen, breathed the fresh and reviving air from the cataract. One arm of the river

flowed through a deep, narrow ravine, which its current had worn in the soft rock, directly beneath his feet,

forming an effectual defense, as he believed, against any danger from that quarter; the water, a few rods

above them, plunging, glancing, and sweeping along in its most violent and broken manner.

"Nature has made an impenetrable barrier on this side," he continued, pointing down the perpendicular

declivity into the dark current before he dropped the blanket; "and as you know that good men and true are on

guard in front I see no reason why the advice of our honest host should be disregarded. I am certain Cora will

join me in saying that sleep is necessary to you both."

"Cora may submit to the justice of your opinion though she cannot put it in practice," returned the elder sister,

who had placed herself by the side of Alice, on a couch of sassafras; "there would be other causes to chase

away sleep, though we had been spared the shock of this mysterious noise. Ask yourself, Heyward, can

daughters forget the anxiety a father must endure, whose children lodge he knows not where or how, in such

a wilderness, and in the midst of so many perils?"

"He is a soldier, and knows how to estimate the chances of the woods."

"He is a father, and cannot deny his nature."

"How kind has he ever been to all my follies, how tender and indulgent to all my wishes!" sobbed Alice. "We

have been selfish, sister, in urging our visit at such hazard."

"I may have been rash in pressing his consent in a moment of much embarrassment, but I would have proved

to him, that however others might neglect him in his strait his children at least were faithful."

"When he heard of your arrival at Edward," said Heyward, kindly, "there was a powerful struggle in his

bosom between fear and love; though the latter, heightened, if possible, by so long a separation, quickly

prevailed. 'It is the spirit of my noble minded Cora that leads them, Duncan', he said, 'and I will not balk it.

Would to God, that he who holds the honor of our royal master in his guardianship, would show but half her

firmness'!"

"And did he not speak of me, Heyward?" demanded Alice, with jealous affection; "surely, he forgot not

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"That were impossible," returned the young man; "he called you by a thousand endearing epithets, that I may

not presume to use, but to the justice of which, I can warmly testify. Once, indeed, he said"

Duncan ceased speaking; for while his eyes were riveted on those of Alice, who had turned toward him with

the eagerness of filial affection, to catch his words, the same strong, horrid cry, as before, filled the air, and

rendered him mute. A long, breathless silence succeeded, during which each looked at the others in fearful

expectation of hearing the sound repeated. At length, the blanket was slowly raised, and the scout stood in the

aperture with a countenance whose firmness evidently began to give way before a mystery that seemed to

threaten some danger, against which all his cunning and experience might prove of no avail.

CHAPTER 7

"They do not sleep,

On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band,

I see them sit." Gray

"'Twould be neglecting a warning that is given for our good to lie hid any longer," said Hawkeye "when such

sounds are raised in the forest. These gentle ones may keep close, but the Mohicans and I will watch upon the

rock, where I suppose a major of the Sixtieth would wish to keep us company."

"Is, then, our danger so pressing?" asked Cora.

"He who makes strange sounds, and gives them out for man's information, alone knows our danger. I should

think myself wicked, unto rebellion against His will, was I to burrow with such warnings in the air! Even the

weak soul who passes his days in singing is stirred by the cry, and, as he says, is 'ready to go forth to the

battle' If 'twere only a battle, it would be a thing understood by us all, and easily managed; but I have heard

that when such shrieks are atween heaven and 'arth, it betokens another sort of warfare!"

"If all our reasons for fear, my friend, are confined to such as proceed from supernatural causes, we have but

little occasion to be alarmed," continued the undisturbed Cora, "are you certain that our enemies have not

invented some new and ingenious method to strike us with terror, that their conquest may become more

easy?"

"Lady," returned the scout, solemnly, "I have listened to all the sounds of the woods for thirty years, as a man

will listen whose life and death depend on the quickness of his ears. There is no whine of the panther, no

whistle of the catbird, nor any invention of the devilish Mingoes, that can cheat me! I have heard the forest

moan like mortal men in their affliction; often, and again, have I listened to the wind playing its music in the

branches of the girdled trees; and I have heard the lightning cracking in the air like the snapping of blazing

brush as it spitted forth sparks and forked flames; but never have I thought that I heard more than the pleasure

of him who sported with the things of his hand. But neither the Mohicans, nor I, who am a white man without

a cross, can explain the cry just heard. We, therefore, believe it a sign given for our good."

"It is extraordinary!" said Heyward, taking his pistols from the place where he had laid them on entering; "be

it a sign of peach or a signal of war, it must be looked to. Lead the way, my friend; I follow."

On issuing from their place of confinement, the whole party instantly experienced a grateful renovation of

spirits, by exchanging the pent air of the hidingplace for the cool and invigorating atmosphere which played

around the whirlpools and pitches of the cataract. A heavy evening breeze swept along the surface of the

river, and seemed to drive the roar of the falls into the recesses of their own cavern, whence it issued heavily

and constant, like thunder rumbling beyond the distant hills. The moon had risen, and its light was already

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shadow. With the exception of the sounds produced by the rushing waters, and an occasional breathing of the

air, as it murmured past them in fitful currents, the scene was as still as night and solitude could make it. In

vain were the eyes of each individual bent along the opposite shores, in quest of some signs of life, that might

explain the nature of the interruption they had heard. Their anxious and eager looks were baffled by the

deceptive light, or rested only on naked rocks, and straight and immovable trees.

"Here is nothing to be seen but the gloom and quiet of a lovely evening," whispered Duncan; "how much

should we prize such a scene, and all this breathing solitude, at any other moment, Cora! Fancy yourselves in

security, and what now, perhaps, increases your terror, may be made conducive to enjoyment"

"Listen!" interrupted Alice.

The caution was unnecessary. One more the same sound arose, as if from the bed of the river, and having

broken out of the narrow bounds of the cliffs, was heard undulating through the forest, in distant and dying

cadences.

"Can any here give a name to such a cry?" demanded Hawkeye, when the last echo was lost in the woods; "if

so, let him speak; for myself, I judge it not to belong to 'arth!"

"Here, then, is one who can undeceive you," said Duncan; "I know the sound full well, for often have I heard

it on the field of battle, and in situations which are frequent in a soldier's life. 'Tis the horrid shriek that a

horse will give in his agony; oftener drawn from him in pain, though sometimes in terror. My charger is

either a prey to the beasts of the forest, or he sees his danger, without the power to avoid it. The sound might

deceive me in the cavern, but in the open air I know it too well to be wrong."

The scout and his companions listened to this simple explanation with the interest of men who imbibe new

ideas, at the same time that they get rid of old ones, which had proved disagreeable inmates. The two latter

uttered their usual expressive exclamation, "hugh!" as the truth first glanced upon their minds, while the

former, after a short, musing pause, took upon himself to reply.

"I cannot deny your words," he said, "for I am little skilled in horses, though born where they abound. The

wolves must be hovering above their heads on the bank, and the timorsome creatures are calling on man for

help, in the best manner they are able. Uncas"he spoke in Delaware   "Uncas, drop down in the canoe,

and whirl a brand among the pack; or fear may do what the wolves can't get at to perform, and leave us

without horses in the morning, when we shall have so much need to journey swiftly!"

The young native had already descended to the water to comply, when a long howl was raised on the edge of

the river, and was borne swiftly off into the depths of the forest, as though the beasts, of their own accord,

were abandoning their prey in sudden terror. Uncas, with instinctive quickness, receded, and the three

foresters held another of their low, earnest conferences.

"We have been like hunters who have lost the points of the heavens, and from whom the sun has been hid for

days," said Hawkeye, turning away from his companions; "now we begin again to know the signs of our

course, and the paths are cleared from briers! Seat yourselves in the shade which the moon throws from

yonder beech'tis thicker than that of the pinesand let us wait for that which the Lord may choose to send

next. Let all your conversation be in whispers; though it would be better, and, perhaps, in the end, wiser, if

each one held discourse with his own thoughts, for a time."

The manner of the scout was seriously impressive, though no longer distinguished by any signs of unmanly

apprehension. It was evident that his momentary weakness had vanished with the explanation of a mystery

which his own experience had not served to fathom; and though he now felt all the realities of their actual


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condition, that he was prepared to meet them with the energy of his hardy nature. This feeling seemed also

common to the natives, who placed themselves in positions which commanded a full view of both shores,

while their own persons were effectually concealed from observation. In such circumstances, common

prudence dictated that Heyward and his companions should imitate a caution that proceeded from so

intelligent a source. The young man drew a pile of the sassafras from the cave, and placing it in the chasm

which separated the two caverns, it was occupied by the sisters, who were thus protected by the rocks from

any missiles, while their anxiety was relieved by the assurance that no danger could approach without a

warning. Heyward himself was posted at hand, so near that he might communicate with his companions

without raising his voice to a dangerous elevation; while David, in imitation of the woodsmen, bestowed his

person in such a manner among the fissures of the rocks, that his ungainly limbs were no longer offensive to

the eye.

In this manner hours passed without further interruption. The moon reached the zenith, and shed its mild light

perpendicularly on the lovely sight of the sisters slumbering peacefully in each other's arms. Duncan cast the

wide shawl of Cora before a spectacle he so much loved to contemplate, and then suffered his own head to

seek a pillow on the rock. David began to utter sounds that would have shocked his delicate organs in more

wakeful moments; in short, all but Hawkeye and the Mohicans lost every idea of consciousness, in

uncontrollable drowsiness. But the watchfulness of these vigilant protectors neither tired nor slumbered.

Immovable as that rock, of which each appeared to form a part, they lay, with their eyes roving, without

intermission, along the dark margin of trees, that bounded the adjacent shores of the narrow stream. Not a

sound escaped them; the most subtle examination could not have told they breathed. It was evident that this

excess of caution proceeded from an experience that no subtlety on the part of their enemies could deceive. It

was, however, continued without any apparent consequences, until the moon had set, and a pale streak above

the treetops, at the bend of the river a little below, announced the approach of day.

Then, for the first time, Hawkeye was seen to stir. He crawled along the rock and shook Duncan from his

heavy slumbers.

"Now is the time to journey," he whispered; "awake the gentle ones, and be ready to get into the canoe when I

bring it to the landingplace."

"Have you had a quiet night?" said Heyward; "for myself, I believe sleep has got the better of my vigilance."

"All is yet still as midnight. Be silent, but be quick."

By this time Duncan was thoroughly awake, and he immediately lifted the shawl from the sleeping females.

The motion caused Cora to raise her hand as if to repulse him, while Alice murmured, in her soft, gentle

voice, "No, no, dear father, we were not deserted; Duncan was with us!"

"Yes, sweet innocence," whispered the youth; "Duncan is here, and while life continues or danger remains, he

will never quit thee. Cora! Alice! awake! The hour has come to move!"

A loud shriek from the younger of the sisters, and the form of the other standing upright before him, in

bewildered horror, was the unexpected answer he received.

While the words were still on the lips of Heyward, there had arisen such a tumult of yells and cries as served

to drive the swift currents of his own blood back from its bounding course into the fountains of his heart. It

seemed, for near a minute, as if the demons of hell had possessed themselves of the air about them, and were

venting their savage humors in barbarous sounds. The cries came from no particular direction, though it was

evident they filled the woods, and, as the appalled listeners easily imagined, the caverns of the falls, the

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a hand on either ear, exclaiming:

"Whence comes this discord! Has hell broke loose, that man should utter sounds like these!"

The bright flashes and the quick reports of a dozen rifles, from the opposite banks of the stream, followed this

incautious exposure of his person, and left the unfortunate singing master senseless on that rock where he had

been so long slumbering. The Mohicans boldly sent back the intimidating yell of their enemies, who raised a

shout of savage triumph at the fall of Gamut. The flash of rifles was then quick and close between them, but

either party was too well skilled to leave even a limb exposed to the hostile aim. Duncan listened with intense

anxiety for the strokes of the paddle, believing that flight was now their only refuge. The river glanced by

with its ordinary velocity, but the canoe was nowhere to be seen on its dark waters. He had just fancied they

were cruelly deserted by their scout, as a stream of flame issued from the rock beneath them, and a fierce yell,

blended with a shriek of agony, announced that the messenger of death sent from the fatal weapon of

Hawkeye, had found a victim. At this slight repulse the assailants instantly withdrew, and gradually the place

became as still as before the sudden tumult.

Duncan seized the favorable moment to spring to the body of Gamut, which he bore within the shelter of the

narrow chasm that protected the sisters. In another minute the whole party was collected in this spot of

comparative safety.

"The poor fellow has saved his scalp," said Hawkeye, coolly passing his hand over the head of David; "but he

is a proof that a man may be born with too long a tongue! 'Twas downright madness to show six feet of flesh

and blood, on a naked rock, to the raging savages. I only wonder he has escaped with life."

"Is he not dead?" demanded Cora, in a voice whose husky tones showed how powerfully natural horror

struggled with her assumed firmness. "Can we do aught to assist the wretched man?"

"No, no! the life is in his heart yet, and after he has slept awhile he will come to himself, and be a wiser man

for it, till the hour of his real time shall come," returned Hawkeye, casting another oblique glance at the

insensible body, while he filled his charger with admirable nicety. "Carry him in, Uncas, and lay him on the

sassafras. The longer his nap lasts the better it will be for him, as I doubt whether he can find a proper cover

for such a shape on these rocks; and singing won't do any good with the Iroquois."

"You believe, then, the attack will be renewed?" asked Heyward.

"Do I expect a hungry wolf will satisfy his craving with a mouthful! They have lost a man, and 'tis their

fashion, when they meet a loss, and fail in the surprise, to fall back; but we shall have them on again, with

new expedients to circumvent us, and master our scalps. Our main hope," he continued, raising his rugged

countenance, across which a shade of anxiety just then passed like a darkening cloud, "will be to keep the

rock until Munro can send a party to our help! God send it may be soon and under a leader that knows the

Indian customs!"

"You hear our probable fortunes, Cora," said Duncan, "and you know we have everything to hope from the

anxiety and experience of your father. Come, then, with Alice, into this cavern, where you, at least, will be

safe from the murderous rifles of our enemies, and where you may bestow a care suited to your gentle natures

on our unfortunate comrade."

The sisters followed him into the outer cave, where David was beginning, by his sighs, to give symptoms of

returning consciousness, and then commending the wounded man to their attention, he immediately prepared

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"Duncan!" said the tremulous voice of Cora, when he had reached the mouth of the cavern. He turned and

beheld the speaker, whose color had changed to a deadly paleness, and whose lips quivered, gazing after him,

with an expression of interest which immediately recalled him to her side. "Remember, Duncan, how

necessary your safety is to our own   how you bear a father's sacred trusthow much depends on your

discretion and carein short," she added, while the telltale blood stole over her features, crimsoning her very

temples, "how very deservedly dear you are to all of the name of Munro."

"If anything could add to my own base love of life," said Heyward, suffering his unconscious eyes to wander

to the youthful form of the silent Alice, "it would be so kind an assurance. As major of the Sixtieth, our

honest host will tell you I must take my share of the fray; but our task will be easy; it is merely to keep these

bloodhounds at bay for a few hours."

Without waiting for a reply, he tore himself from the presence of the sisters, and joined the scout and his

companions, who still lay within the protection of the little chasm between the two caves.

"I tell you, Uncas," said the former, as Heyward joined them, "you are wasteful of your powder, and the kick

of the rifle disconcerts your aim! Little powder, light lead, and a long arm, seldom fail of bringing the death

screech from a Mingo! At least, such has been my experience with the creatur's. Come, friends: let us to our

covers, for no man can tell when or where a Maqua* will strike his blow."

* Mingo was the Delaware term of the Five Nations. Maquas was the name given them by the Dutch. The

French, from their first intercourse with them, called them Iroquois.

The Indians silently repaired to their appointed stations, which were fissures in the rocks, whence they could

command the approaches to the foot of the falls. In the center of the little island, a few short and stunted pines

had found root, forming a thicket, into which Hawkeye darted with the swiftness of a deer, followed by the

active Duncan. Here they secured themselves, as well as circumstances would permit, among the shrubs and

fragments of stone that were scattered about the place. Above them was a bare, rounded rock, on each side of

which the water played its gambols, and plunged into the abysses beneath, in the manner already described.

As the day had now dawned, the opposite shores no longer presented a confused outline, but they were able

to look into the woods, and distinguish objects beneath a canopy of gloomy pines.

A long and anxious watch succeeded, but without any further evidences of a renewed attack; and Duncan

began to hope that their fire had proved more fatal than was supposed, and that their enemies had been

effectually repulsed. When he ventured to utter this impression to his companions, it was met by Hawkeye

with an incredulous shake of the head.

"You know not the nature of a Maqua, if you think he is so easily beaten back without a scalp!" he answered.

"If there was one of the imps yelling this morning, there were forty! and they know our number and quality

too well to give up the chase so soon. Hist! look into the water above, just where it breaks over the rocks. I

am no mortal, if the risky devils haven't swam down upon the very pitch, and, as bad luck would have it, they

have hit the head of the island. Hist! man, keep close! or the hair will be off your crown in the turning of a

knife!"

Heyward lifted his head from the cover, and beheld what he justly considered a prodigy of rashness and skill.

The river had worn away the edge of the soft rock in such a manner as to render its first pitch less abrupt and

perpendicular than is usual at waterfalls. With no other guide than the ripple of the stream where it met the

head of the island, a party of their insatiable foes had ventured into the current, and swam down upon this

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As Hawkeye ceased speaking, four human heads could be seen peering above a few logs of driftwood that

had lodged on these naked rocks, and which had probably suggested the idea of the practicability of the

hazardous undertaking. At the next moment, a fifth form was seen floating over the green edge of the fall, a

little from the line of the island. The savage struggled powerfully to gain the point of safety, and, favored by

the glancing water, he was already stretching forth an arm to meet the grasp of his companions, when he shot

away again with the shirling current, appeared to rise into the air, with uplifted arms and starting eyeballs,

and fell, with a sudden plunge, into that deep and yawning abyss over which he hovered. A single, wild,

despairing shriek rose from the cavern, and all was hushed again as the grave.

The first generous impulse of Duncan was to rush to the rescue of the hapless wretch; but he felt himself

bound to the spot by the iron grasp of the immovable scout.

"Would ye bring certain death upon us, by telling the Mingoes where we lie?" demanded Hawkeye, sternly;

"'Tis a charge of powder saved, and ammunition is as precious now as breath to a worried deer! Freshen the

priming of your pistolsthe midst of the falls is apt to dampen the brimstoneand stand firm for a close

struggle, while I fire on their rush."

He placed a finger in his mouth, and drew a long, shrill whistle, which was answered from the rocks that were

guarded by the Mohicans. Duncan caught glimpses of heads above the scattered driftwood, as this signal

rose on the air, but they disappeared again as suddenly as they had glanced upon his sight. A low, rustling

sound next drew his attention behind him, and turning his head, he beheld Uncas within a few feet, creeping

to his side. Hawkeye spoke to him in Delaware, when the young chief took his position with singular caution

and undisturbed coolness. To Heyward this was a moment of feverish and impatient suspense; though the

scout saw fit to select it as a fit occasion to read a lecture to his more youthful associates on the art of using

firearms with discretion.

"Of all we'pons," he commenced, "the long barreled, true grooved, softmetaled rifle is the most dangerous

in skillful hands, though it wants a strong arm, a quick eye, and great judgment in charging, to put forth all its

beauties. The gunsmiths can have but little insight into their trade when they make their fowlingpieces and

short horsemen's"

He was interrupted by the low but expressive "hugh" of Uncas.

"I see them, boy, I see them!" continued Hawkeye; "they are gathering for the rush, or they would keep their

dingy backs below the logs. Well, let them," he added, examining his flint; "the leading man certainly comes

on to his death, though it should be Montcalm himself!"

At that moment the woods were filled with another burst of cries, and at the signal four savages sprang from

the cover of the driftwood. Heyward felt a burning desire to rush forward to meet them, so intense was the

delirious anxiety of the moment; but he was restrained by the deliberate examples of the scout and Uncas.

When their foes, who had leaped over the black rocks that divided them, with long bounds, uttering the

wildest yells, were within a few rods, the rifle of Hawkeye slowly rose among the shrubs, and poured out its

fatal contents. The foremost Indian bounded like a stricken deer, and fell headlong among the clefts of the

island.

"Now, Uncas!" cried the scout, drawing his long knife, while his quick eyes began to flash with ardor, "take

the last of the screeching imps; of the other two we are sartain!"

He was obeyed; and but two enemies remained to be overcome. Heyward had given one of his pistols to

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the same instant, and equally without success.

"I know'd it! and I said it!" muttered the scout, whirling the despised little implement over the falls with bitter

disdain. "Come on, ye bloody minded hellhounds! ye meet a man without a cross!"

The words were barely uttered, when he encountered a savage of gigantic stature, of the fiercest mien. At the

same moment, Duncan found himself engaged with the other, in a similar contest of hand to hand. With ready

skill, Hawkeye and his antagonist each grasped that uplifted arm of the other which held the dangerous knife.

For near a minute they stood looking one another in the eye, and gradually exerting the power of their

muscles for the mastery.

At length, the toughened sinews of the white man prevailed over the less practiced limbs of the native. The

arm of the latter slowly gave way before the increasing force of the scout, who, suddenly wresting his armed

hand from the grasp of the foe, drove the sharp weapon through his naked bosom to the heart. In the

meantime, Heyward had been pressed in a more deadly struggle. His slight sword was snapped in the first

encounter. As he was destitute of any other means of defense, his safety now depended entirely on bodily

strength and resolution. Though deficient in neither of these qualities, he had met an enemy every way his

equal. Happily, he soon succeeded in disarming his adversary, whose knife fell on the rock at their feet; and

from this moment it became a fierce struggle who should cast the other over the dizzy height into a

neighboring cavern of the falls. Every successive struggle brought them nearer to the verge, where Duncan

perceived the final and conquering effort must be made. Each of the combatants threw all his energies into

that effort, and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice. Heyward felt the grasp of the

other at his throat, and saw the grim smile the savage gave, under the revengeful hope that he hurried his

enemy to a fate similar to his own, as he felt his body slowly yielding to a resistless power, and the young

man experienced the passing agony of such a moment in all its horrors. At that instant of extreme danger, a

dark hand and glancing knife appeared before him; the Indian released his hold, as the blood flowed freely

from around the severed tendons of the wrist; and while Duncan was drawn backward by the saving hand of

Uncas, his charmed eyes still were riveted on the fierce and disappointed countenance of his foe, who fell

sullenly and disappointed down the irrecoverable precipice.

"To cover! to cover!" cried Hawkeye, who just then had despatched the enemy; "to cover, for your lives! the

work is but half ended!"

The young Mohican gave a shout of triumph, and followed by Duncan, he glided up the acclivity they had

descended to the combat, and sought the friendly shelter of the rocks and shrubs.

CHAPTER 8

"They linger yet, Avengers of their native land."Gray

The warning call of the scout was not uttered without occasion. During the occurrence of the deadly

encounter just related, the roar of the falls was unbroken by any human sound whatever. It would seem that

interest in the result had kept the natives on the opposite shores in breathless suspense, while the quick

evolutions and swift changes in the positions of the combatants effectually prevented a fire that might prove

dangerous alike to friend and enemy. But the moment the struggle was decided, a yell arose as fierce and

savage as wild and revengeful passions could throw into the air. It was followed by the swift flashes of the

rifles, which sent their leaden messengers across the rock in volleys, as though the assailants would pour out

their impotent fury on the insensible scene of the fatal contest.

A steady, though deliberate return was made from the rifle of Chingachgook, who had maintained his post

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gratified father raised his voice in a single responsive cry, after which his busy piece alone proved that he still

guarded his pass with unwearied diligence. In this manner many minutes flew by with the swiftness of

thought; the rifles of the assailants speaking, at times, in rattling volleys, and at others in occasional,

scattering shots. Though the rock, the trees, and the shrubs, were cut and torn in a hundred places around the

besieged, their cover was so close, and so rigidly maintained, that, as yet, David had been the only sufferer in

their little band.

"Let them burn their powder," said the deliberate scout, while bullet after bullet whizzed by the place where

he securely lay; "there will be a fine gathering of lead when it is over, and I fancy the imps will tire of the

sport afore these old stones cry out for mercy! Uncas, boy, you waste the kernels by overcharging; and a

kicking rifle never carries a true bullet. I told you to take that loping miscreant under the line of white point;

now, if your bullet went a hair's breadth it went two inches above it. The life lies low in a Mingo, and

humanity teaches us to make a quick end to the sarpents."

A quiet smile lighted the haughty features of the young Mohican, betraying his knowledge of the English

language as well as of the other's meaning; but he suffered it to pass away without vindication of reply.

"I cannot permit you to accuse Uncas of want of judgment or of skill," said Duncan; "he 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."

Uncas partly raised his body, and offered his hand to the grasp of Heyward. During this act of friendship, the

two young men exchanged looks of intelligence which caused Duncan to forget the character and condition

of his wild associate. In the meanwhile, Hawkeye, who looked on this burst of youthful feeling with a cool

but kind regard made the following reply:

"Life is an obligation which friends often owe each other in the wilderness. I dare say I may have served

Uncas some such turn myself before now; and I very well remember that he has stood between me and death

five different times; three times from the Mingoes, once in crossing Horican, and "

"That bullet was better aimed than common!" exclaimed Duncan, involuntarily shrinking from a shot which

struck the rock at his side with a smart rebound.

Hawkeye laid his hand on the shapeless metal, and shook his head, as he examined it, saying, "Falling lead is

never flattened, had it come from the clouds this might have happened."

But the rifle of Uncas was deliberately raised toward the heavens, directing the eyes of his companions to a

point, where the mystery was immediately explained. A ragged oak grew on the right bank of the river, nearly

opposite to their position, which, seeking the freedom of the open space, had inclined so far forward that its

upper branches overhung that arm of the stream which flowed nearest to its own shore. Among the topmost

leaves, which scantily concealed the gnarled and stunted limbs, a savage was nestled, partly concealed by the

trunk of the tree, and partly exposed, as though looking down upon them to ascertain the effect produced by

his treacherous aim.

"These devils will scale heaven to circumvent us to our ruin," said Hawkeye; "keep him in play, boy, until I

can bring 'killdeer' to bear, when we will try his metal on each side of the tree at once."

Uncas delayed his fire until the scout uttered the word.

The rifles flashed, the leaves and bark of the oak flew into the air, and were scattered by the wind, but the

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struck the cap of Hawkeye from his head. Once more the savage yells burst out of the woods, and the leaden

hail whistled above the heads of the besieged, as if to confine them to a place where they might become easy

victims to the enterprise of the warrior who had mounted the tree.

"This must be looked to," said the scout, glancing about him with an anxious eye. "Uncas, call up your father;

we have need of all our we'pons to bring the cunning varmint from his roost."

The signal was instantly given; and, before Hawkeye had reloaded his rifle, they were joined by

Chingachgook. When his son pointed out to the experienced warrior the situation of their dangerous enemy,

the usual exclamatory "hugh" burst from his lips; after which, no further expression of surprise or alarm was

suffered to escape him. Hawkeye and the Mohicans conversed earnestly together in Delaware for a few

moments, when each quietly took his post, in order to execute the plan they had speedily devised.

The warrior in the oak had maintained a quick, though ineffectual fire, from the moment of his discovery. But

his aim was interrupted by the vigilance of his enemies, whose rifles instantaneously bore on any part of his

person that was left exposed. Still his bullets fell in the center of the crouching party. The clothes of

Heyward, which rendered him peculiarly conspicuous, were repeatedly cut, and once blood was drawn from a

slight wound in his arm.

At length, emboldened by the long and patient watchfulness of his enemies, the Huron attempted a better and

more fatal aim. The quick eyes of the Mohicans caught the dark line of his lower limbs incautiously exposed

through the thin foliage, a few inches from the trunk of the tree. Their rifles made a common report, when,

sinking on his wounded limb, part of the body of the savage came into view. Swift as thought, Hawkeye

seized the advantage, and discharged his fatal weapon into the top of the oak. The leaves were unusually

agitated; the dangerous rifle fell from its commanding elevation, and after a few moments of vain struggling,

the form of the savage was seen swinging in the wind, while he still grasped a ragged and naked branch of the

tree with hands clenched in desperation.

"Give him, in pity, give him the contents of another rifle," cried Duncan, turning away his eyes in horror from

the spectacle of a fellow creature in such awful jeopardy.

"Not a karnel!" exclaimed the obdurate Hawkeye; "his death is certain, and we have no powder to spare, for

Indian fights sometimes last for days; "tis their scalps or ours! and God, who made us, has put into our

natures the craving to keep the skin on the head."

Against this stern and unyielding morality, supported as it was by such visible policy, there was no appeal.

From that moment the yells in the forest once more ceased, the fire was suffered to decline, and all eyes,

those of friends as well as enemies, became fixed on the hopeless condition of the wretch who was dangling

between heaven and earth. The body yielded to the currents of air, and though no murmur or groan escaped

the victim, there were instants when he grimly faced his foes, and the anguish of cold despair might be traced,

through the intervening distance, in possession of his swarthy lineaments. Three several times the scout raised

his piece in mercy, and as often, prudence getting the better of his intention, it was again silently lowered. At

length one hand of the Huron lost its hold, and dropped exhausted to his side. A desperate and fruitless

struggle to recover the branch succeeded, and then the savage was seen for a fleeting instant, grasping wildly

at the empty air. The lightning is not quicker than was the flame from the rifle of Hawkeye; the limbs of the

victim trembled and contracted, the head fell to the bosom, and the body parted the foaming waters like lead,

when the element closed above it, in its ceaseless velocity, and every vestige of the unhappy Huron was lost

forever.

No shout of triumph succeeded this important advantage, but even the Mohicans gazed at each other in silent

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the occasion, shook his head at his own momentary weakness, even uttering his selfdisapprobation aloud.

"'Twas the last charge in my horn and the last bullet in my pouch, and 'twas the act of a boy!" he said; "what

mattered it whether he struck the rock living or dead! feeling would soon be over. Uncas, lad, go down to the

canoe, and bring up the big horn; it is all the powder we have left, and we shall need it to the last grain, or I

am ignorant of the Mingo nature."

The young Mohican complied, leaving the scout turning over the useless contents of his pouch, and shaking

the empty horn with renewed discontent. From this unsatisfactory examination, however, he was soon called

by a loud and piercing exclamation from Uncas, that sounded, even to the unpracticed ears of Duncan, as the

signal of some new and unexpected calamity. Every thought filled with apprehension for the previous

treasure he had concealed in the cavern, the young man started to his feet, totally regardless of the hazard he

incurred by such an exposure. As if actuated by a common impulse, his movement was imitated by his

companions, and, together they rushed down the pass to the friendly chasm, with a rapidity that rendered the

scattering fire of their enemies perfectly harmless. The unwonted cry had brought the sisters, together with

the wounded David, from their place of refuge; and the whole party, at a single glance, was made acquainted

with the nature of the disaster that had disturbed even the practiced stoicism of their youthful Indian

protector.

At a short distance from the rock, their little bark was to be seen floating across the eddy, toward the swift

current of the river, in a manner which proved that its course was directed by some hidden agent. The instant

this unwelcome sight caught the eye of the scout, his rifle was leveled as by instinct, but the barrel gave no

answer to the bright sparks of the flint.

"'Tis too late, 'tis too late!" Hawkeye exclaimed, dropping the useless piece in bitter disappointment; "the

miscreant has struck the rapid; and had we powder, it could hardly send the lead swifter than he now goes!"

The adventurous Huron raised his head above the shelter of the canoe, and, while it glided swiftly down the

stream, he waved his hand, and gave forth the shout, which was the known signal of success. His cry was

answered by a yell and a laugh from the woods, as tauntingly exulting as if fifty demons were uttering their

blasphemies at the fall of some Christian soul.

"Well may you laugh, ye children of the devil!" said the scout, seating himself on a projection of the rock,

and suffering his gun to fall neglected at his feet, "for the three quickest and truest rifles in these woods are

no better than so many stalks of mullein, or the last year's horns of a buck!"

"What is to be done?" demanded Duncan, losing the first feeling of disappointment in a more manly desire

for exertion; "what will become of us?"

Hawkeye made no other reply than by passing his finger around the crown of his head, in a manner so

significant, that none who witnessed the action could mistake its meaning.

"Surely, surely, our case is not so desperate!" exclaimed the youth; "the Hurons are not here; we may make

good the caverns, we may oppose their landing."

"With what?" coolly demanded the scout. "The arrows of Uncas, or such tears as women shed! No, no; you

are young, and rich, and have friends, and at such an age I know it is hard to die! But," glancing his eyes at

the Mohicans, "let us remember we are men without a cross, and let us teach these natives of the forest that

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Duncan turned quickly in the direction indicated by the other's eyes, and read a confirmation of his worst

apprehensions in the conduct of the Indians. Chingachgook, placing himself in a dignified posture on another

fragment of the rock, had already laid aside his knife and tomahawk, and was in the act of taking the eagle's

plume from his head, and smoothing the solitary tuft of hair in readiness to perform its last and revolting

office. His countenance was composed, though thoughtful, while his dark, gleaming eyes were gradually

losing the fierceness of the combat in an expression better suited to the change he expected momentarily to

undergo.

"Our case is not, cannot be so hopeless!" said Duncan; "even at this very moment succor may be at hand. I

see no enemies! They have sickened of a struggle in which they risk so much with so little prospect of gain!"

"It may be a minute, or it may be an hour, afore the wily sarpents steal upon us, and it is quite in natur' for

them to be lying within hearing at this very moment," said Hawkeye; "but come they will, and in such a

fashion as will leave us nothing to hope! Chingachgook"he spoke in Delaware"my brother, we have

fought our last battle together, and the Maquas will triumph in the death of the sage man of the Mohicans,

and of the pale face, whose eyes can make night as day, and level the clouds to the mists of the springs!"

"Let the Mingo women go weep over the slain!" returned the Indian, with characteristic pride and unmoved

firmness; "the Great Snake of the Mohicans has coiled himself in their wigwams, and has poisoned their

triumph with the wailings of children, whose fathers have not returned! Eleven warriors lie hid form the

graves of their tribes since the snows have melted, and none will tell where to find them when the tongue of

Chingachgook shall be silent! Let them draw the sharpest knife, and whirl the swiftest tomahawk, for their

bitterest enemy is in their hands. Uncas, topmost branch of a noble trunk, call on the cowards to hasten, or

their hearts will soften, and they will change to women!"

"They look among the fishes for their dead!" returned the low, soft voice of the youthful chieftain; "the

Hurons float with the slimy eels! They drop from the oaks like fruit that is ready to be eaten! and the

Delawares laugh!"

"Ay, ay," muttered the scout, who had listened to this peculiar burst of the natives with deep attention; "they

have warmed their Indian feelings, and they'll soon provoke the Maquas to give them a speedy end. As for

me, who am of the whole blood of the whites, it is befitting that I should die as becomes my color, with no

words of scoffing in my mouth, and without bitterness at the heart!"

"Why die at all!" said Cora, advancing from the place where natural horror had, until this moment, held her

riveted to the rock; "the path is open on every side; fly, then, to the woods, and call on God for succor. Go,

brave men, we owe you too much already; let us no longer involve you in our hapless fortunes!"

"You but little know the craft of the Iroquois, lady, if you judge they have left the path open to the woods!"

returned Hawkeye, who, however, immediately added in his simplicity, "the down stream current, it is

certain, might soon sweep us beyond the reach of their rifles or the sound of their voices."

"Then try the river. Why linger to add to the number of the victims of our merciless enemies?"

"Why," repeated the scout, looking about him proudly; "because it is better for a man to die at peace with

himself than to live haunted by an evil conscience! What answer could we give Munro, when he asked us

where and how we left his children?"

"Go to him, and say that you left them with a message to hasten to their aid," returned Cora, advancing nigher

to the scout in her generous ardor; "that the Hurons bear them into the northern wilds, but that by vigilance

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bear to him," she continued, her voice gradually lowering, until it seemed nearly choked, "the love, the

blessings, the final prayers of his daughters, and bid him not mourn their early fate, but to look forward with

humble confidence to the Christian's goal to meet his children." The hard, weather beaten features of the

scout began to work, and when she had ended, he dropped his chin to his hand, like a man musing profoundly

on the nature of the proposal.

"There is reason in her words!" at length broke from his compressed and trembling lips; "ay, and they bear

the spirit of Christianity; what might be right and proper in a red skin, may be sinful in a man who has not

even a cross in blood to plead for his ignorance. Chingachgook! Uncas! hear you the talk of the darkeyed

woman?"

He now spoke in Delaware to his companions, and his address, though calm and deliberate, seemed very

decided. The elder Mohican heard with deep gravity, and appeared to ponder on his words, as though he felt

the importance of their import. After a moment of hesitation, he waved his hand in assent, and uttered the

English word "Good!" with the peculiar emphasis of his people. Then, replacing his knife and tomahawk in

his girdle, the warrior moved silently to the edge of the rock which was most concealed from the banks of the

river. Here he paused a moment, pointed significantly to the woods below, and saying a few words in his own

language, as if indicating his intended route, he dropped into the water, and sank from before the eyes of the

witnesses of his movements.

The scout delayed his departure to speak to the generous girl, whose breathing became lighter as she saw the

success of her remonstrance.

"Wisdom is sometimes given to the young, as well as to the old," he said; "and what you have spoken is wise,

not to call it by a better word. If you are led into the woods, that is such of you as may be spared for awhile,

break the twigs on the bushes as you pass, and make the marks of your trail as broad as you can, when, if

mortal eyes can see them, depend on having a friend who will follow to the ends of the 'arth afore he desarts

you."

He gave Cora an affectionate shake of the hand, lifted his rifle, and after regarding it a moment with

melancholy solicitude, laid it carefully aside, and descended to the place where Chingachgook had just

disappeared. For an instant he hung suspended by the rock, and looking about him, with a countenance of

peculiar care, he added bitterly, "Had the powder held out, this disgrace could never have befallen!" then,

loosening his hold, the water closed above his head, and he also became lost to view.

All eyes now were turned on Uncas, who stood leaning against the ragged rock, in immovable composure.

After waiting a short time, Cora pointed down the river, and said:

"Your friends have not been seen, and are now, most probably, in safety. Is it not time for you to follow?"

"Uncas will stay," the young Mohican calmly answered in English.

"To increase the horror of our capture, and to diminish the chances of our release! Go, generous young man,"

Cora continued, lowering her eyes under the gaze of the Mohican, and perhaps, with an intuitive

consciousness of her power; "go to my father, as I have said, and be the most confidential of my messengers.

Tell him to trust you with the means to buy the freedom of his daughters. Go! 'tis my wish, 'tis my prayer,

that you will go!"

The settled, calm look of the young chief changed to an expression of gloom, but he no longer hesitated. With

a noiseless step he crossed the rock, and dropped into the troubled stream. Hardly a breath was drawn by

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again sank, and was seen no more.

These sudden and apparently successful experiments had all taken place in a few minutes of that time which

had now become so precious. After a last look at Uncas, Cora turne,d and with a quivering lip, addressed

herself to Heyward:

"I have heard of your boasted skill in the water, too, Duncan," she said; "follow, then, the wise example set

you by these simple and faithful beings."

"Is such the faith that Cora Munro would exact from her protector?" said the young man, smiling mournfully,

but with bitterness.

"This is not a time for idle subtleties and false opinions," she answered; "but a moment when every duty

should be equally considered. To us you can be of no further service here, but your precious life may be

saved for other and nearer friends."

He made no reply, though his eye fell wistfully on the beautiful form of Alice, who was clinging to his arm

with the dependency of an infant.

"Consider," continued Cora, after a pause, during which she seemed to struggle with a pang even more acute

than any that her fears had excited, "that the worst to us can be but death; a tribute that all must pay at the

good time of God's appointment."

"There are evils worse than death," said Duncan, speaking hoarsely, and as if fretful at her importunity, "but

which the presence of one who would die in your behalf may avert."

Cora ceased her entreaties; and veiling her face in her shawl, drew the nearly insensible Alice after her into

the deepest recess of the inner cavern.

CHAPTER 9

"Be gay securely;

Dispel, my fair, with smiles, the tim'rous clouds,

That hang on thy clear brow."Death of Agrippina

The sudden and almost magical change, from the stirring incidents of the combat to the stillness that now

reigned around him, acted on the heated imagination of Heyward like some exciting dream. While all the

images and events he had witnessed remained deeply impressed on his memory, he felt a difficulty in

persuading him of their truth. Still ignorant of the fate of those who had trusted to the aid of the swift current,

he at first listened intently to any signal or sounds of alarm, which might announce the good or evil fortune of

their hazardous undertaking. His attention was, however, bestowed in vain; for with the disappearance of

Uncas, every sign of the adventurers had been lost, leaving him in total uncertainty of their fate.

In a moment of such painful doubt, Duncan did not hesitate to look around him, without consulting that

protection from the rocks which just before had been so necessary to his safety. Every effort, however, to

detect the least evidence of the approach of their hidden enemies was as fruitless as the inquiry after his late

companions. The wooded banks of the river seemed again deserted by everything possessing animal life. The

uproar which had so lately echoed through the vaults of the forest was gone, leaving the rush of the waters to

swell and sink on the currents of the air, in the unmingled sweetness of nature. A fishhawk, which, secure

on the topmost branches of a dead pine, had been a distant spectator of the fray, now swooped form his high

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by the hoarser cries of the savages, ventured again to open his discordant throat, as though once more in

undisturbed possession of his wild domains. Duncan caught from these natural accompaniments of the

solitary scene a glimmering of hope; and he began to rally his faculties to renewed exertions, with something

like a reviving confidence of success.

"The Hurons are not to be seen," he said, addressing David, who had by no means recovered from the effects

of the stunning blow he had received; "let us conceal ourselves in the cavern, and trust the rest to

Providence."

"I remember to have united with two comely maidens, in lifting up our voices in praise and thanksgiving,"

returned the bewildered singingmaster; "since which time I have been visited by a heavy judgment for my

sins. I have been mocked with the likensss of sleep, while sounds of discord have rent my ears, such as might

manifest the fullness of time, and that nature had forgotten her harmony."

"Poor fellow! thine own period was, in truth, near its accomplishment! But arouse, and come with me; I will

lead you where all other sounds but those of your own psalmody shall be excluded."

"There is melody in the fall of the cataract, and the rushing of many waters is sweet to the senses!" said

David, pressing his hand confusedly on his brow. "Is not the air yet filled with shrieks and cries, as though

the departed spirits of the damned"

"Not now, not now," interrupted the impatient Heyward, "they have ceased, and they who raised them, I trust

in God, they are gone, too! everything but the water is still and at peace; in, then, where you may create those

sounds you love so well to hear."

David smiled sadly, though not without a momentary gleam of pleasure, at this allusion to his beloved

vocation. He no longer hesitated to be led to a spot which promised such unalloyed gratification to his

wearied senses; and leaning on the arm of his companion, he entered the narrow mouth of the cave. Duncan

seized a pile of the sassafras, which he drew before the passage, studiously concealing every appearance of an

aperture. Within this fragile barrier he arranged the blankets abandoned by the foresters, darkening the inner

extremity of the cavern, while its outer received a chastened light from the narrow ravine, through which one

arm of the river rushed to form the junction with its sister branch a few rods below.

"I like not the principle of the natives, which teaches them to submit without a struggle, in emergencies that

appear desperate," he said, while busied in this employment; "our own maxim, which says, 'while life

remains there is hope', is more consoling, and better suited to a soldier's temperament. To you, Cora, I will

urge no words of idle encouragement; your own fortitude and undisturbed reason will teach you all that may

become your sex; but cannot we dry the tears of that trembling weeper on your bosom?"

"I am calmer, Duncan," said Alice, raising herself from the arms of her sister, and forcing an appearance of

composure through her tears; "much calmer, now. Surely, in this hidden spot we are safe, we are secret, free

from injury; we will hope everything from those generous men who have risked so much already in our

behalf."

"Now does our gentle Alice speak like a daughter of Munro!" said Heyward, pausing to press her hand as he

passed toward the outer entrance of the cavern. "With two such examples of courage before him, a man

would be ashamed to prove other than a hero." He then seated himself in the center of the cavern, grasping

his remaining pistol with a hand convulsively clenched, while his contracted and frowning eye announced the

sullen desperation of his purpose. "The Hurons, if they come, may not gain our position so easily as they

think," he slowly muttered; and propping his head back against the rock, he seemed to await the result in

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With the last sound of his voice, a deep, a long, and almost breathless silence succeeded. The fresh air of the

morning had penetrated the recess, and its influence was gradually felt on the spirits of its inmates. As minute

after minute passed by, leaving them in undisturbed security, the insinuating feeling of hope was gradually

gaining possession of every bosom, though each one felt reluctant to give utterance to expectations that the

next moment might so fearfully destroy.

David alone formed an exception to these varying emotions. A gleam of light from the opening crossed his

wan countenance, and fell upon the pages of the little volume, whose leaves he was again occupied in

turning, as if searching for some song more fitted to their condition than any that had yet met their eye. He

was, most probably, acting all this time under a confused recollection of the promised consolation of Duncan.

At length, it would seem, his patient industry found its reward; for, without explanation or apology, he

pronounced aloud the words "Isle of Wight," drew a long, sweet sound from his pitchpipe, and then ran

through the preliminary modulations of the air whose name he had just mentioned, with the sweeter tones of

his own musical voice.

"May not this prove dangerous?" asked Cora, glancing her dark eye at Major Heyward.

"Poor fellow! his voice is too feeble to be heard above the din of the falls," was the answer; "beside, the

cavern will prove his friend. Let him indulge his passions since it may be done without hazard."

"Isle of Wight!" repeated David, looking about him with that dignity with which he had long been wont to

silence the whispering echoes of his school; "'tis a brave tune, and set to solemn words! let it be sung with

meet respect!"

After allowing a moment of stillness to enforce his discipline, the voice of the singer was heard, in low,

murmuring syllables, gradually stealing on the ear, until it filled the narrow vault with sounds rendered trebly

thrilling by the feeble and tremulous utterance produced by his debility. The melody, which no weakness

could destroy, gradually wrought its sweet influence on the senses of those who heard it. It even prevailed

over the miserable travesty of the song of David which the singer had selected from a volume of similar

effusions, and caused the sense to be forgotten in the insinuating harmony of the sounds. Alice unconsciously

dried her tears, and bent her melting eyes on the pallid features of Gamut, with an expression of chastened

delight that she neither affected or wished to conceal. Cora bestowed an approving smile on the pious efforts

of the namesake of the Jewish prince, and Heyward soon turned his steady, stern look from the outlet of the

cavern, to fasten it, with a milder character, on the face of David, or to meet the wandering beams which at

moments strayed from the humid eyes of Alice. The open sympathy of the listeners stirred the spirit of the

votary of music, whose voice regained its richness and volume, without losing that touching softness which

proved its secret charm. Exerting his renovated powers to their utmost, he was yet filling the arches of the

cave with long and full tones, when a yell burst into the air without, that instantly stilled his pious strains,

choking his voice suddenly, as though his heart had literally bounded into the passage of his throat.

"We are lost!" exclaimed Alice, throwing herself into the arms of Cora.

"Not yet, not yet," returned the agitated but undaunted Heyward: "the sound came from the center of the

island, and it has been produced by the sight of their dead companions. We are not yet discovered, and there

is still hope."

Faint and almost despairing as was the prospect of escape, the words of Duncan were not thrown away, for it

awakened the powers of the sisters in such a manner that they awaited the results in silence. A second yell

soon followed the first, when a rush of voices was heard pouring down the island, from its upper to its lower

extremity, until they reached the naked rock above the caverns, where, after a shout of savage triumph, the air

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fiercest barbarity.

The sounds quickly spread around them in every direction. Some called to their fellows from the water's

edge, and were answered from the heights above. Cries were heard in the startling vicinity of the chasm

between the two caves, which mingled with hoarser yells that arose out of the abyss of the deep ravine. In

short, so rapidly had the savage sounds diffused themselves over the barren rock, that it was not difficult for

the anxious listeners to imagine they could be heard beneath, as in truth they were above on every side of

them.

In the midst of this tumult, a triumphant yell was raised within a few yards of the hidden entrance to the cave.

Heyward abandoned every hope, with the belief it was the signal that they were discovered. Again the

impression passed away, as he heard the voices collect near the spot where the white man had so reluctantly

abandoned his rifle. Amid the jargon of Indian dialects that he now plainly heard, it was easy to distinguish

not only words, but sentences, in the patois of the Canadas. A burst of voices had shouted simultaneously,

"La Longue Carabine!" causing the opposite woods to reecho with a name which, Heyward well

remembered, had been given by his enemies to a celebrated hunter and scout of the English camp, and who,

he now learned for the first time, had been his late companion.

"La Longue Carabine! La Longue Carabine!" passed from mouth to mouth, until the whole band appeared to

be collected around a trophy which would seem to announce the death of its formidable owner. After a

vociferous consultation, which was, at times, deafened by bursts of savage joy, they again separated, filling

the air with the name of a foe, whose body, Heywood could collect from their expressions, they hoped to find

concealed in some crevice of the island.

"Now," he whispered to the trembling sisters, "now is the moment of uncertainty! if our place of retreat

escape this scrutiny, we are still safe! In every event, we are assured, by what has fallen from our enemies,

that our friends have escaped, and in two short hours we may look for succor from Webb."

There were now a few minutes of fearful stillness, during which Heyward well knew that the savages

conducted their search with greater vigilance and method. More than once he could distinguish their

footsteps, as they brushed the sassafras, causing the faded leaves to rustle, and the branches to snap. At

length, the pile yielded a little, a corner of a blanket fell, and a faint ray of light gleamed into the inner part of

the cave. Cora folded Alice to her bosom in agony, and Duncan sprang to his feet. A shout was at that

moment heard, as if issuing from the center of the rock, announcing that the neighboring cavern had at length

been entered. In a minute, the number and loudness of the voices indicated that the whole party was collected

in and around that secret place.

As the inner passages to the two caves were so close to each other, Duncan, believing that escape was no

longer possible, passed David and the sisters, to place himself between the latter and the first onset of the

terrible meeting. Grown desperate by his situation, he drew nigh the slight barrier which separated him only

by a few feet from his relentless pursuers, and placing his face to the casual opening, he even looked out with

a sort of desperate indifference, on their movements.

Within reach of his arm was the brawny shoulder of a gigantic Indian, whose deep and authoritative voice

appeared to give directions to the proceedings of his fellows. Beyond him again, Duncan could look into the

vault opposite, which was filled with savages, upturning and rifling the humble furniture of the scout. The

wound of David had dyed the leaves of sassafras with a color that the native well knew as anticipating the

season. Over this sign of their success, they sent up a howl, like an opening from so many hounds who had

recovered a lost trail. After this yell of victory, they tore up the fragrant bed of the cavern, and bore the

branches into the chasm, scattering the boughs, as if they suspected them of concealing the person of the man

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of the brush, and pointing exultingly to the deep red stains with which it was sprinkled, uttered his joy in

Indian yells, whose meaning Heyward was only enabled to comprehend by the frequent repetition of the

name "La Longue Carabine!" When his triumph had ceased, he cast the brush on the slight heap Duncan had

made before the entrance of the second cavern, and closed the view. His example was followed by others,

who, as they drew the branches from the cave of the scout, threw them into one pile, adding, unconsciously,

to the security of those they sought. The very slightness of the defense was its chief merit, for no one thought

of disturbing a mass of brush, which all of them believed, in that moment of hurry and confusion, had been

accidentally raised by the hands of their own party.

As the blankets yielded before the outward pressure, and the branches settled in the fissure of the rock by

their own weight, forming a compact body, Duncan once more breathed freely. With a light step and lighter

heart, he returned to the center of the cave, and took the place he had left, where he could command a view of

the opening next the river. While he was in the act of making this movement, the Indians, as if changing their

purpose by a common impulse, broke away from the chasm in a body, and were heard rushing up the island

again, toward the point whence they had originally descended. Here another wailing cry betrayed that they

were again collected around the bodies of their dead comrades.

Duncan now ventured to look at his companions; for, during the most critical moments of their danger, he

had been apprehensive that the anxiety of his countenance might communicate some additional alarm to those

who were so little able to sustain it.

"They are gone, Cora!" he whispered; "Alice, they are returned whence they came, and we are saved! To

Heaven, that has alone delivered us from the grasp of so merciless an enemy, be all the praise!"

"Then to Heaven will I return my thanks!" exclaimed the younger sister, rising from the encircling arm of

Cora, and casting herself with enthusiastic gratitude on the naked rock; "to that Heaven who has spared the

tears of a gray headed father; has saved the lives of those I so much love."

Both Heyward and the more temperate Cora witnessed the act of involuntary emotion with powerful

sympathy, the former secretly believing that piety had never worn a form so lovely as it had now assumed in

the youthful person of Alice. Her eyes were radiant with the glow of grateful feelings; the flush of her beauty

was again seated on her cheeks, and her whole soul seemed ready and anxious to pour out its thanksgivings

through the medium of her eloquent features. But when her lips moved, the words they should have uttered

appeared frozen by some new and sudden chill. Her bloom gave place to the paleness of death; her soft and

melting eyes grew hard, and seemed contracting with horror; while those hands, which she had raised,

clasped in each other, toward heaven, dropped in horizontal lines before her, the fingers pointed forward in

convulsed motion. Heyward turned the instant she gave a direction to his suspicions, and peering just above

the ledge which formed the threshold of the open outlet of the cavern, he beheld the malignant, fierce and

savage features of Le Renard Subtil.

In that moment of surprise, the selfpossession of Heyward did not desert him. He observed by the vacant

expression of the Indian's countenance, that his eye, accustomed to the open air had not yet been able to

penetrate the dusky light which pervaded the depth of the cavern. He had even thought of retreating beyond a

curvature in the natural wall, which might still conceal him and his companions, when by the sudden gleam

of intelligence that shot across the features of the savage, he saw it was too late, and that they were betrayed.

The look of exultation and brutal triumph which announced this terrible truth was irresistibly irritating.

Forgetful of everything but the impulses of his hot blood, Duncan leveled his pistol and fired. The report of

the weapon made the cavern bellow like an eruption from a volcano; and when the smoke it vomited had

been driven away before the current of air which issued from the ravine the place so lately occupied by the

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figure stealing around a low and narrow ledge, which soon hid him entirely from sight.

Among the savages a frightful stillness succeeded the explosion, which had just been heard bursting from the

bowels of the rock. But when Le Renard raised his voice in a long and intelligible whoop, it was answered by

a spontaneous yell from the mouth of every Indian within hearing of the sound.

The clamorous noises again rushed down the island; and before Duncan had time to recover from the shock,

his feeble barrier of brush was scattered to the winds, the cavern was entered at both its extremities, and he

and his companions were dragged from their shelter and borne into the day, where they stood surrounded by

the whole band of the triumphant Hurons.

CHAPTER 10

"I fear we shall outsleep the coming morn

As much as we this night have overwatched!"Midsummer Night's Dream

The instant the shock of this sudden misfortune had abated, Duncan began to make his observations on the

appearance and proceedings of their captors. Contrary to the usages of the natives in the wantonness of their

success they had respected, not only the persons of the trembling sisters, but his own. The rich ornaments of

his military attire had indeed been repeatedly handled by different individuals of the tribes with eyes

expressing a savage longing to possess the baubles; but before the customary violence could be resorted to, a

mandate in the authoritative voice of the large warrior, already mentioned, stayed the uplifted hand, and

convinced Heyward that they were to be reserved for some object of particular moment.

While, however, these manifestations of weakness were exhibited by the young and vain of the party, the

more experienced warriors continued their search throughout both caverns, with an activity that denoted they

were far from being satisfied with those fruits of their conquest which had already been brought to light.

Unable to discover any new victim, these diligent workers of vengeance soon approached their male

prisoners, pronouncing the name "La Longue Carabine," with a fierceness that could not be easily mistaken.

Duncan affected not to comprehend the meaning of their repeated and violent interrogatories, while his

companion was spared the effort of a similar deception by his ignorance of French. Wearied at length by their

importunities, and apprehensive of irritating his captors by too stubborn a silence, the former looked about

him in quest of Magua, who might interpret his answers to questions which were at each moment becoming

more earnest and threatening.

The conduct of this savage had formed a solitary exception to that of all his fellows. While the others were

busily occupied in seeking to gratify their childish passion for finery, by plundering even the miserable

effects of the scout, or had been searching with such bloodthirsty vengeance in their looks for their absent

owner, Le Renard had stood at a little distance from the prisoners, with a demeanor so quiet and satisfied, as

to betray that he had already effected the grand purpose of his treachery. When the eyes of Heyward first met

those of his recent guide, he turned them away in horror at the sinister though calm look he encountered.

Conquering his disgust, however, he was able, with an averted face, to address his successful enemy.

"Le Renard Subtil is too much of a warrior," said the reluctant Heyward, "to refuse telling an unarmed man

what his conquerors say."

"They ask for the hunter who knows the paths through the woods," returned Magua, in his broken English,

laying his hand, at the same time, with a ferocious smile, on the bundle of leaves with which a wound on his

own shoulder was bandaged. "'La Longue Carabine'! his rifle is good, and his eye never shut; but, like the

short gun of the white chief, it is nothing against the life of Le Subtil."


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"Le Renard is too brave to remember the hurts received in war, or the hands that gave them."

"Was it war, when the tired Indian rested at the sugartree to taste his corn! who filled the bushes with

creeping enemies! who drew the knife, whose tongue was peace, while his heart was colored with blood! Did

Magua say that the hatchet was out of the ground, and that his hand had dug it up?"

As Duncan dared not retort upon his accuser by reminding him of his own premeditated treachery, and

disdained to deprecate his resentment by any words of apology, he remained silent. Magua seemed also

content to rest the controversy as well as all further communication there, for he resumed the leaning attitude

against the rock from which, in momentary energy, he had arisen. But the cry of "La Longue Carabine" was

renewed the instant the impatient savages perceived that the short dialogue was ended.

"You hear," said Magua, with stubborn indifference: "the red Hurons call for the life of 'The Long Rifle', or

they will have the blood of him that keep him hid!"

"He is goneescaped; he is far beyond their reach."

Renard smiled with cold contempt, as he answered:

"When the white man dies, he thinks he is at peace; but the red men know how to torture even the ghosts of

their enemies. Where is his body? Let the Hurons see his scalp."

"He is not dead, but escaped."

Magua shook his head incredulously.

"Is he a bird, to spread his wings; or is he a fish, to swim without air! The white chief read in his books, and

he believes the Hurons are fools!"

"Though no fish, 'The Long Rifle' can swim. He floated down the stream when the powder was all burned,

and when the eyes of the Hurons were behind a cloud."

"And why did the white chief stay?" demanded the still incredulous Indian. "Is he a stone that goes to the

bottom, or does the scalp burn his head?"

"That I am not stone, your dead comrade, who fell into the falls, might answer, were the life still in him," said

the provoked young man, using, in his anger, that boastful language which was most likely to excite the

admiration of an Indian. "The white man thinks none but cowards desert their women."

Magua muttered a few words, inaudibly, between his teeth, before he continued, aloud:

"Can the Delawares swim, too, as well as crawl in the bushes? Where is 'Le Gros Serpent'?"

Duncan, who perceived by the use of these Canadian appellations, that his late companions were much better

known to his enemies than to himself, answered, reluctantly: "He also is gone down with the water."

"'Le Cerf Agile' is not here?"

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"Uncas," returned Magua, pronouncing the Delaware name with even greater difficulty than he spoke his

English words. "'Bounding Elk' is what the white man says, when he calls to the young Mohican."

"Here is some confusion in names between us, Le Renard," said Duncan, hoping to provoke a discussion.

"Daim is the French for deer, and cerf for stag; elan is the true term, when one would speak of an elk."

"Yes," muttered the Indian, in his native tongue; "the pale faces are prattling women! they have two words

for each thing, while a redskin will make the sound of his voice speak to him." Then, changing his language,

he continued, adhering to the imperfect nomenclature of his provincial instructors. "The deer is swift, but

weak; the elk is swift, but strong; and the son of 'Le Serpent' is 'Le Cerf Agile' Has he leaped the river to the

woods?"

"If you mean the younger Delaware, he, too, has gone down with the water."

As there was nothing improbable to an Indian in the manner of the escape, Magua admitted the truth of what

he had heard, with a readiness that afforded additional evidence how little he would prize such worthless

captives. With his companions, however, the feeling was manifestly different.

The Hurons had awaited the result of this short dialogue with characteristic patience, and with a silence that

increased until there was a general stillness in the band. When Heyward ceased to speak, they turned their

eyes, as one man, on Magua, demanding, in this expressive manner, an explanation of what had been said.

Their interpreter pointed to the river, and made them acquainted with the result, as much by the action as by

the few words he uttered. When the fact was generally understood, the savages raised a frightful yell, which

declared the extent of their disappointment. Some ran furiously to the water's edge, beating the air with

frantic gestures, while others spat upon the element, to resent the supposed treason it had committed against

their acknowledged rights as conquerors. A few, and they not the least powerful and terrific of the band,

threw lowering looks, in which the fiercest passion was only tempered by habitual selfcommand, at those

captives who still remained in their power, while one or two even gave vent to their malignant feelings by the

most menacing gestures, against which neither the sex nor the beauty of the sisters was any protection. The

young soldier made a desperate but fruitless effort to spring to the side of Alice, when he saw the dark hand

of a savage twisted in the rich tresses which were flowing in volumes over her shoulders, while a knife was

passed around the head from which they fell, as if to denote the horrid manner in which it was about to be

robbed of its beautiful ornament. But his hands were bound; and at the first movement he made, he felt the

grasp of the powerful Indian who directed the band, pressing his shoulder like a vise. Immediately conscious

how unavailing any struggle against such an overwhelming force must prove, he submitted to his fate,

encouraging his gentle companions by a few low and tender assurances, that the natives seldom failed to

threaten more than they performed.

But while Duncan resorted to these words of consolation to quiet the apprehensions of the sisters, he was not

so weak as to deceive himself. He well knew that the authority of an Indian chief was so little conventional,

that it was oftener maintained by physical superiority than by any moral supremacy he might possess. The

danger was, therefore, magnified exactly in proportion to the number of the savage spirits by which they were

surrounded. The most positive mandate from him who seemed the acknowledged leader, was liable to be

violated at each moment by any rash hand that might choose to sacrifice a victim to the manes of some dead

friend or relative. While, therefore, he sustained an outward appearance of calmness and fortitude, his heart

leaped into his throat, whenever any of their fierce captors drew nearer than common to the helpless sisters,

or fastened one of their sullen, wandering looks on those fragile forms which were so little able to resist the

slightest assault.

His apprehensions were, however, greatly relieved, when he saw that the leader had summoned his warriors

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the decision unanimous. By the frequency with which the few speakers pointed in the direction of the

encampment of Webb, it was apparent they dreaded the approach of danger from that quarter. This

consideration probably hastened their determination, and quickened the subsequent movements.

During his short conference, Heyward, finding a respite from his gravest fears, had leisure to admire the

cautious manner in which the Hurons had made their approaches, even after hostilities had ceased.

It has already been stated that the upper half of the island was a naked rock, and destitute of any other

defenses than a few scattered logs of driftwood. They had selected this point to make their descent, having

borne the canoe through the wood around the cataract for that purpose. Placing their arms in the little vessel a

dozen men clinging to its sides had trusted themselves to the direction of the canoe, which was controlled by

two of the most skillful warriors, in attitudes that enabled them to command a view of the dangerous passage.

Favored by this arrangement, they touched the head of the island at that point which had proved so fatal to

their first adventurers, but with the advantages of superior numbers, and the possession of firearms. That such

had been the manner of their descent was rendered quite apparent to Duncan; for they now bore the light bark

from the upper end of the rock, and placed it in the water, near the mouth of the outer cavern. As soon as this

change was made, the leader made signs to the prisoners to descend and enter.

As resistance was impossible, and remonstrance useless, Heyward set the example of submission, by leading

the way into the canoe, where he was soon seated with the sisters and the still wondering David.

Notwithstanding the Hurons were necessarily ignorant of the little channels among the eddies and rapids of

the stream, they knew the common signs of such a navigation too well to commit any material blunder. When

the pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken his station, the whole band plunged again into the

river, the vessel glided down the current, and in a few moments the captives found themselves on the south

bank of the stream, nearly opposite to the point where they had struck it the preceding evening.

Here was held another short but earnest consultation, during which the horses, to whose panic their owners

ascribed their heaviest misfortune, were led from the cover of the woods, and brought to the sheltered spot.

The band now divided. The great chief, so often mentioned, mounting the charger of Heyward, led the way

directly across the river, followed by most of his people, and disappeared in the woods, leaving the prisoners

in charge of six savages, at whose head was Le Renard Subtil. Duncan witnessed all their movements with

renewed uneasiness.

He had been fond of believing, from the uncommon forbearance of the savages, that he was reserved as a

prisoner to be delivered to Montcalm. As the thoughts of those who are in misery seldom slumber, and the

invention is never more lively than when it is stimulated by hope, however feeble and remote, he had even

imagined that the parental feelings of Munro were to be made instrumental in seducing him from his duty to

the king. For though the French commander bore a high character for courage and enterprise, he was also

thought to be expert in those political practises which do not always respect the nicer obligations of morality,

and which so generally disgraced the European diplomacy of that period.

All those busy and ingenious speculations were now annihilated by the conduct of his captors. That portion of

the band who had followed the huge warrior took the route toward the foot of the Horican, and no other

expectation was left for himself and companions, than that they were to be retained as hopeless captives by

their savage conquerors. Anxious to know the worst, and willing, in such an emergency, to try the potency of

gold he overcame his reluctance to speak to Magua. Addressing himself to his former guide, who had now

assumed the authority and manner of one who was to direct the future movements of the party, he said, in

tones as friendly and confiding as he could assume:

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The Indian turned his eyes on the young soldier scornfully, as he answered:

"Speak; trees have no ears."

"But the red Hurons are not deaf; and counsel that is fit for the great men of a nation would make the young

warriors drunk. If Magua will not listen, the officer of the king knows how to be silent."

The savage spoke carelessly to his comrades, who were busied, after their awkward manner, in preparing the

horses for the reception of the sisters, and moved a little to one side, whither by a cautious gesture he induced

Heyward to follow.

"Now, speak," he said; "if the words are such as Magua should hear."

"Le Renard Subtil has proved himself worthy of the honorable name given to him by his Canada fathers,"

commenced Heyward; "I see his wisdom, and all that he has done for us, and shall remember it when the hour

to reward him arrives. Yes! Renard has proved that he is not only a great chief in council, but one who knows

how to deceive his enemies!"

"What has Renard done?" coldly demanded the Indian.

"What! has he not seen that the woods were filled with outlying parties of the enemies, and that the serpent

could not steal through them without being seen? Then, did he not lose his path to blind the eyes of the

Hurons? Did he not pretend to go back to his tribe, who had treated him ill, and driven him from their

wigwams like a dog? And when he saw what he wished to do, did we not aid him, by making a false face,

that the Hurons might think the white man believed that his friend was his enemy? Is not all this true? And

when Le Subtil had shut the eyes and stopped the ears of his nation by his wisdom, did they not forget that

they had once done him wrong, and forced him to flee to the Mohawks? And did they not leave him on the

south side of the river, with their prisoners, while they have gone foolishly on the north? Does not Renard

mean to turn like a fox on his footsteps, and to carry to the rich and grayheaded Scotchman his daughters?

Yes, Magua, I see it all, and I have already been thinking how so much wisdom and honesty should be repaid.

First, the chief of William Henry will give as a great chief should for such a service. The medal* of Magua

will no longer be on tin, but of beaten gold; his horn will run over with powder; dollars will be as plenty in

his pouch as pebbles on the shore of Horican; and the deer will lick his hand, for they will know it to be vain

to fly from the rifle he will carry! As for myself, I know not how to exceed the gratitude of the Scotchman,

but Iyes, I will"

* It has long been a practice with the whites to conciliate the important men of the Indians by presenting

medals, which are worn in the place of their own rude ornaments. Those given by the English generally bear

the impression of the reigning king, and those given by the Americans that of the president.

"What will the young chief, who comes from toward the sun, give?" demanded the Huron, observing that

Heyward hesitated in his desire to end the enumeration of benefits with that which might form the climax of

an Indian's wishes.

"He will make the firewater from the islands in the salt lake flow before the wigwam of Magua, until the

heart of the Indian shall be lighter than the feathers of the humming bird, and his breath sweeter than the

wild honeysuckle."

Le Renard had listened gravely as Heyward slowly proceeded in this subtle speech. When the young man

mentioned the artifice he supposed the Indian to have practised on his own nation, the countenance of the

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believe had driven the Huron from his native tribe, a gleam of such ungovernable ferocity flashed from the

other's eyes, as induced the adventurous speaker to believe he had struck the proper chord. And by the time

he reached the part where he so artfully blended the thirst of vengeance with the desire of gain, he had, at

least, obtained a command of the deepest attention of the savage. The question put by Le Renard had been

calm, and with all the dignity of an Indian; but it was quite apparent, by the thoughtful expression of the

listener's countenance, that the answer was most cunningly devised. The Huron mused a few moments, and

then laying his hand on the rude bandages of his wounded shoulder, he said, with some energy:

"Do friends make such marks?"

"Would 'La Longue Carbine' cut one so slight on an enemy?"

"Do the Delawares crawl upon those they love like snakes, twisting themselves to strike?"

"Would 'Le Gros Serpent' have been heard by the ears of one he wished to be deaf?"

"Does the white chief burn his powder in the faces of his brothers?"

"Does he ever miss his aim, when seriously bent to kill?" returned Duncan, smiling with well acted sincerity.

Another long and deliberate pause succeeded these sententious questions and ready replies. Duncan saw that

the Indian hesitated. In order to complete his victory, he was in the act of recommencing the enumeration of

the rewards, when Magua made an expressive gesture and said:

"Enough; Le Renard is a wise chief, and what he does will be seen. Go, and keep the mouth shut. When

Magua speaks, it will be the time to answer."

Heyward, perceiving that the eyes of his companion were warily fastened on the rest of the band, fell back

immediately, in order to avoid the appearance of any suspicious confederacy with their leader. Magua

approached the horses, and affected to be well pleased with the diligence and ingenuity of his comrades. He

then signed to Heyward to assist the sisters into the saddles, for he seldom deigned to use the English tongue,

unless urged by some motive of more than usual moment.

There was no longer any plausible pretext for delay; and Duncan was obliged, however reluctantly, to

comply. As he performed this office, he whispered his reviving hopes in the ears of the trembling females,

who, through dread of encountering the savage countenances of their captors, seldom raised their eyes from

the ground. The mare of David had been taken with the followers of the large chief; in consequence, its

owner, as well as Duncan, was compelled to journey on foot. The latter did not, however, so much regret this

circumstance, as it might enable him to retard the speed of the party; for he still turned his longing looks in

the direction of Fort Edward, in the vain expectation of catching some sound from that quarter of the forest,

which might denote the approach of succor. When all were prepared, Magua made the signal to proceed,

advancing in front to lead the party in person. Next followed David, who was gradually coming to a true

sense of his condition, as the effects of the wound became less and less apparent. The sisters rode in his rear,

with Heyward at their side, while the Indians flanked the party, and brought up the close of the march, with a

caution that seemed never to tire.

In this manner they proceeded in uninterrupted silence, except when Heyward addressed some solitary word

of comfort to the females, or David gave vent to the moanings of his spirit, in piteous exclamations, which he

intended should express the humility of resignation. Their direction lay toward the south, and in a course

nearly opposite to the road to William Henry. Notwithstanding this apparent adherence in Magua to the

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and he knew the windings of an Indian's path too well to suppose that its apparent course led directly to its

object, when artifice was at all necessary. Mile after mile was, however, passed through the boundless woods,

in this painful manner, without any prospect of a termination to their journey. Heyward watched the sun, as

he darted his meridian rays through the branches of the trees, and pined for the moment when the policy of

Magua should change their route to one more favorable to his hopes. Sometimes he fancied the wary savage,

despairing of passing the army of Montcalm in safety, was holding his way toward a wellknown border

settlement, where a distinguished officer of the crown, and a favored friend of the Six Nations, held his large

possessions, as well as his usual residence. To be delivered into the hands of Sir William Johnson was far

preferable to being led into the wilds of Canada; but in order to effect even the former, it would be necessary

to traverse the forest for many weary leagues, each step of which was carrying him further from the scene of

the war, and, consequently, from the post, not only of honor, but of duty.

Cora alone remembered the parting injunctions of the scout, and whenever an opportunity offered, she

stretched forth her arm to bend aside the twigs that met her hands. But the vigilance of the Indians rendered

this act of precaution both difficult and dangerous. She was often defeated in her purpose, by encountering

their watchful eyes, when it became necessary to feign an alarm she did not feel, and occupy the limb by

some gesture of feminine apprehension. Once, and once only, was she completely successful; when she broke

down the bough of a large sumach, and by a sudden thought, let her glove fall at the same instant. This sign,

intended for those that might follow, was observed by one of her conductors, who restored the glove, broke

the remaining branches of the bush in such a manner that it appeared to proceed from the struggling of some

beast in its branches, and then laid his hand on his tomahawk, with a look so significant, that it put an

effectual end to these stolen memorials of their passage.

As there were horses, to leave the prints of their footsteps, in both bands of the Indians, this interruption cut

off any probable hopes of assistance being conveyed through the means of their trail.

Heyward would have ventured a remonstrance had there been anything encouraging in the gloomy reserve of

Magua. But the savage, during all this time, seldom turned to look at his followers, and never spoke. With the

sun for his only guide, or aided by such blind marks as are only known to the sagacity of a native, he held his

way along the barrens of pine, through occasional little fertile vales, across brooks and rivulets, and over

undulating hills, with the accuracy of instinct, and nearly with the directness of a bird. He never seemed to

hesitate. Whether the path was hardly distinguishable, whether it disappeared, or whether it lay beaten and

plain before him, made no sensible difference in his speed or certainty. It seemed as if fatigue could not affect

him. Whenever the eyes of the wearied travelers rose from the decayed leaves over which they trod, his dark

form was to be seen glancing among the stems of the trees in front, his head immovably fastened in a forward

position, with the light plume on his crest fluttering in a current of air, made solely by the swiftness of his

own motion.

But all this diligence and speed were not without an object. After crossing a low vale, through which a

gushing brook meandered, he suddenly ascended a hill, so steep and difficult of ascent, that the sisters were

compelled to alight in order to follow. When the summit was gained, they found themselves on a level spot,

but thinly covered with trees, under one of which Magua had thrown his dark form, as if willing and ready to

seek that rest which was so much needed by the whole party.

CHAPTER 11

"Cursed be my tribe If I forgive him."Shylock

The Indian had selected for this desirable purpose one of those steep, pyramidal hills, which bear a strong

resemblance to artificial mounds, and which so frequently occur in the valleys of America. The one in

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irregular. It possessed no other apparent advantage for a resting place, than in its elevation and form, which

might render defense easy, and surprise nearly impossible. As Heyward, however, no longer expected that

rescue which time and distance now rendered so improbable, he regarded these little peculiarities with an eye

devoid of interest, devoting himself entirely to the comfort and condolence of his feebler companions. The

Narragansetts were suffered to browse on the branches of the trees and shrubs that were thinly scattered over

the summit of the hill, while the remains of their provisions were spread under the shade of a beech, that

stretched its horizontal limbs like a canopy above them.

Notwithstanding the swiftness of their flight, one of the Indians had found an opportunity to strike a

straggling fawn with an arrow, and had borne the more preferable fragments of the victim, patiently on his

shoulders, to the stopping place. Without any aid from the science of cookery, he was immediately employed,

in common with his fellows, in gorging himself with this digestible sustenance. Magua alone sat apart,

without participating in the revolting meal, and apparently buried in the deepest thought.

This abstinence, so remarkable in an Indian, when he possessed the means of satisfying hunger, at length

attracted the notice of Heyward. The young man willingly believed that the Huron deliberated on the most

eligible manner of eluding the vigilance of his associates. With a view to assist his plans by any suggestion of

his own, and to strengthen the temptation, he left the beech, and straggled, as if without an object, to the spot

where Le Renard was seated.

"Has not Magua kept the sun in his face long enough to escape all danger from the Canadians?" he asked, as

though no longer doubtful of the good intelligence established between them; "and will not the chief of

William Henry be better pleased to see his daughters before another night may have hardened his heart to

their loss, to make him less liberal in his reward?"

"Do the pale faces love their children less in the morning than at night?" asked the Indian, coldly.

"By no means," returned Heyward, anxious to recall his error, if he had made one; "the white man may, and

does often, forget the burial place of his fathers; he sometimes ceases to remember those he should love, and

has promised to cherish; but the affection of a parent for his child is never permitted to die."

"And is the heart of the whiteheaded chief soft, and will he think of the babes that his squaws have given

him? He is hard on his warriors and his eyes are made of stone?"

"He is severe to the idle and wicked, but to the sober and deserving he is a leader, both just and humane. I

have known many fond and tender parents, but never have I seen a man whose heart was softer toward his

child. You have seen the grayhead in front of his warriors, Magua; but I have seen his eyes swimming in

water, when he spoke of those children who are now in your power!"

Heyward paused, for he knew not how to construe the remarkable expression that gleamed across the swarthy

features of the attentive Indian. At first it seemed as if the remembrance of the promised reward grew vivid in

his mind, while he listened to the sources of parental feeling which were to assure its possession; but, as

Duncan proceeded, the expression of joy became so fiercely malignant that it was impossible not to

apprehend it proceeded from some passion more sinister than avarice.

"Go," said the Huron, suppressing the alarming exhibition in an instant, in a deathlike calmness of

countenance; "go to the darkhaired daughter, and say, 'Magua waits to speak' The father will remember

what the child promises."

Duncan, who interpreted this speech to express a wish for some additional pledge that the promised gifts

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their fatigue, to communicate its purport to Cora.

"You understand the nature of an Indian's wishes," he concluded, as he led her toward the place where she

was expected, "and must be prodigal of your offers of powder and blankets. Ardent spirits are, however, the

most prized by such as he; nor would it be amiss to add some boon from your own hand, with that grace you

so well know how to practise. Remember, Cora, that on your presence of mind and ingenuity, even your life,

as well as that of Alice, may in some measure depend."

"Heyward, and yours!"

"Mine is of little moment; it is already sold to my king, and is a prize to be seized by any enemy who may

possess the power. I have no father to expect me, and but few friends to lament a fate which I have courted

with the insatiable longings of youth after distinction. But hush! we approach the Indian. Magua, the lady

with whom you wish to speak, is here."

The Indian rose slowly from his seat, and stood for near a minute silent and motionless. He then signed with

his hand for Heyward to retire, saying, coldly:

"When the Huron talks to the women, his tribe shut their ears."

Duncan, still lingering, as if refusing to comply, Coras said, with a calm smile:

"You hear, Heyward, and delicacy at least should urge you to retire. Go to Alice, and comfort her with our

reviving prospects."

She waited until he had departed, and then turning to the native, with the dignity of her sex in her voice and

manner, she added: "What would Le Renard say to the daughter of Munro?"

"Listen," said the Indian, laying his hand firmly upon her arm, as if willing to draw her utmost attention to his

words; a movement that Cora as firmly but quietly repulsed, by extricating the limb from his grasp: "Magua

was born a chief and a warrior among the red Hurons of the lakes; he saw the suns of twenty summers make

the snows of twenty winters run off in the streams before he saw a pale face; and he was happy! Then his

Canada fathers came into the woods, and taught him to drink the firewater, and he became a rascal. The

Hurons drove him from the graves of his fathers, as they would chase the hunted buffalo. He ran down the

shores of the lakes, and followed their outlet to the 'city of cannon' There he hunted and fished, till the people

chased him again through the woods into the arms of his enemies. The chief, who was born a Huron, was at

last a warrior among the Mohawks!"

"Something like this I had heard before," said Cora, observing that he paused to suppress those passions

which began to burn with too bright a flame, as he recalled the recollection of his supposed injuries.

"Was it the fault of Le Renard that his head was not made of rock? Who gave him the firewater? who made

him a villain? 'Twas the pale faces, the people of your own color."

"And am I answerable that thoughtless and unprincipled men exist, whose shades of countenance may

resemble mine?" Cora calmly demanded of the excited savage.

"No; Magua is a man, and not a fool; such as you never open their lips to the burning stream: the Great Spirit

has given you wisdom!"

"What, then, have I do to, or say, in the matter of your misfortunes, not to say of your errors?"


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"Listen," repeated the Indian, resuming his earnest attitude; "when his English and French fathers dug up the

hatchet, Le Renard struck the warpost of the Mohawks, and went out against his own nation. The pale faces

have driven the redskins from their hunting grounds, and now when they fight, a white man leads the way.

The old chief at Horican, your father, was the great captain of our warparty. He said to the Mohawks do

this, and do that, and he was minded. He made a law, that if an Indian swallowed the firewater, and came

into the cloth wigwams of his warriors, it should not be forgotten. Magua foolishly opened his mouth, and the

hot liquor led him into the cabin of Munro. What did the grayhead? let his daughter say."

"He forgot not his words, and did justice, by punishing the offender," said the undaunted daughter.

"Justice!" repeated the Indian, casting an oblique glance of the most ferocious expression at her unyielding

countenance; "is it justice to make evil and then punish for it? Magua was not himself; it was the firewater

that spoke and acted for him! but Munro did believe it. The Huron chief was tied up before all the palefaced

warriors, and whipped like a dog."

Cora remained silent, for she knew not how to palliate this imprudent severity on the part of her father in a

manner to suit the comprehension of an Indian.

"See!" continued Magua, tearing aside the slight calico that very imperfectly concealed his painted breast;

"here are scars given by knives and bulletsof these a warrior may boast before his nation; but the

grayhead has left marks on the back of the Huron chief that he must hide like a squaw, under this painted

cloth of the whites."

"I had thought," resumed Cora, "that an Indian warrior was patient, and that his spirit felt not and knew not

the pain his body suffered."

"When the Chippewas tied Magua to the stake, and cut this gash," said the other, laying his finger on a deep

scar, "the Huron laughed in their faces, and told them, Women struck so light! His spirit was then in the

clouds! But when he felt the blows of Munro, his spirit lay under the birch. The spirit of a Huron is never

drunk; it remembers forever!"

"But it may be appeased. If my father has done you this injustice, show him how an Indian can forgive an

injury, and take back his daughters. You have heard from Major Heyward "

Magua shook his head, forbidding the repetition of offers he so much despised.

"What would you have?" continued Cora, after a most painful pause, while the conviction forced itself on her

mind that the too sanguine and generous Duncan had been cruelly deceived by the cunning of the savage.

"What a Huron lovesgood for good; bad for bad!"

"You would, then, revenge the injury inflicted by Munro on his helpless daughters. 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 grayhead 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? At least, release my gentle sister, and pour out all your


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malice on me. Purchase wealth by her safety and satisfy your revenge with a single victim. The loss of both

his daughters might bring the aged man to his grave, and where would then be the satisfaction of Le Renard?"

"Listen," said the Indian again. "The light eyes can go back to the Horican, and tell the old chief what has

been done, if the darkhaired woman will swear by the Great Spirit of her fathers to tell no lie."

"What must I promise?" demanded Cora, still maintaining a secret ascendancy over the fierce native by the

collected and feminine dignity of her presence.

"When Magua left his people his wife was given to another chief; he has now made friends with the Hurons,

and will go back to the graves of his tribe, on the shores of the great lake. Let the daughter of the English

chief follow, and live in his wigwam forever."

However revolting a proposal of such a character might prove to Cora, she retained, notwithstanding her

powerful disgust, sufficient selfcommand to reply, without betraying the weakness.

"And what pleasure would Magua find in sharing his cabin with a wife he did not love; one who would be of

a nation and color different from his own? It would be better to take the gold of Munro, and buy the heart of

some Huron maid with his gifts."

The Indian made no reply for near a minute, but bent his fierce looks on the countenance of Cora, in such

wavering glances, that her eyes sank with shame, under an impression that for the first time they had

encountered an expression that no chaste female might endure. While she was shrinking within herself, in

dread of having her ears wounded by some proposal still more shocking than the last, the voice of Magua

answered, in its tones of deepest malignancy:

"When the blows scorched the back of the Huron, he would know where to find a woman to feel the smart.

The daughter of Munro would draw his water, hoe his corn, and cook his venison. The body of the grayhead

would sleep among his cannon, but his heart would lie within reach of the knife of Le Subtil."

"Monster! well dost thou deserve thy treacherous name," cried Cora, in an ungovernable burst of filial

indignation. "None but a fiend could meditate such a vengeance. But thou overratest thy power! You shall

find it is, in truth, the heart of Munro you hold, and that it will defy your utmost malice!"

The Indian answered this bold defiance by a ghastly smile, that showed an unaltered purpose, while he

motioned her away, as if to close the conference forever. Cora, already regretting her precipitation, was

obliged to comply, for Magua instantly left the spot, and approached his gluttonous comrades. Heyward flew

to the side of the agitated female, and demanded the result of a dialogue that he had watched at a distance

with so much interest. But, unwilling to alarm the fears of Alice, she evaded a direct reply, betraying only by

her anxious looks fastened on the slightest movements of her captors. To the reiterated and earnest questions

of her sister concerning their probable destination, she made no other answer than by pointing toward the

dark group, with an agitation she could not control, and murmuring as she folded Alice to her bosom.

"There, there; read our fortunes in their faces; we shall see; we shall see!"

The action, and the choked utterance of Cora, spoke more impressively than any words, and quickly drew the

attention of her companions on that spot where her own was riveted with an intenseness that nothing but the

importance of the stake could create.

When Magua reached the cluster of lolling savages, who, gorged with their disgusting meal, lay stretched on

the earth in brutal indulgence, he commenced speaking with the dignity of an Indian chief. The first syllables


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he uttered had the effect to cause his listeners to raise themselves in attitudes of respectful attention. As the

Huron used his native language, the prisoners, notwithstanding the caution of the natives had kept them

within the swing of their tomahawks, could only conjecture the substance of his harangue from the nature of

those significant gestures with which an Indian always illustrates his eloquence.

At first, the language, as well as the action of Magua, appeared calm and deliberative. When he had

succeeded in sufficiently awakening the attention of his comrades, Heyward fancied, by his pointing so

frequently toward the direction of the great lakes, that he spoke of the land of their fathers, and of their distant

tribe. Frequent indications of applause escaped the listeners, who, as they uttered the expressive "Hugh!"

looked at each other in commendation of the speaker. Le Renard was too skillful to neglect his advantage. He

now spoke of the long and painful route by which they had left those spacious grounds and happy villages, to

come and battle against the enemies of their Canadian fathers. He enumerated the warriors of the party; their

several merits; their frequent services to the nation; their wounds, and the number of the scalps they had

taken. Whenever he alluded to any present (and the subtle Indian neglected none), the dark countenance of

the flattered individual gleamed with exultation, nor did he even hesitate to assert the truth of the words, by

gestures of applause and confirmation. Then the voice of the speaker fell, and lost the loud, animated tones of

triumph with which he had enumerated their deeds of success and victory. He described the cataract of

Glenn's; the impregnable position of its rocky island, with its caverns and its numerous rapids and whirlpools;

he named the name of "La Longue Carabine," and paused until the forest beneath them had sent up the last

echo of a loud and long yell, with which the hated appellation was received. He pointed toward the youthful

military captive, and described the death of a favorite warrior, who had been precipitated into the deep ravine

by his hand. He not only mentioned the fate of him who, hanging between heaven and earth, had presented

such a spectacle of horror to the whole band, but he acted anew the terrors of his situation, his resolution and

his death, on the branches of a sapling; and, finally, he rapidly recounted the manner in which each of their

friends had fallen, never failing to touch upon their courage, and their most acknowledged virtues. When this

recital of events was ended, his voice once more changed, and became plaintive and even musical, in its low

guttural sounds. He now spoke of the wives and children of the slain; their destitution; their misery, both

physical and moral; their distance; and, at last, of their unavenged wrongs. Then suddenly lifting his voice to

a pitch of terrific energy, he concluded by demanding:

"Are the Hurons dogs to bear this? Who shall say to the wife of Menowgua that the fishes have his scalp, and

that his nation have not taken revenge! Who will dare meet the mother of Wassawattimie, that scornful

woman, with his hands clean! What shall be said to the old men when they ask us for scalps, and we have not

a hair from a white head to give them! The women will point their fingers at us. There is a dark spot on the

names of the Hurons, and it must be hid in blood!" His voice was no longer audible in the burst of rage which

now broke into the air, as if the wood, instead of containing so small a band, was filled with the nation.

During the foregoing address the progress of the speaker was too plainly read by those most interested in his

success through the medium of the countenances of the men he addressed. They had answered his

melancholy and mourning by sympathy and sorrow; his assertions, by gestures of confirmation; and his

boasting, with the exultation of savages. When he spoke of courage, their looks were firm and responsive;

when he alluded to their injuries, their eyes kindled with fury; when he mentioned the taunts of the women,

they dropped their heads in shame; but when he pointed out their means of vengeance, he struck a chord

which never failed to thrill in the breast of an Indian. With the first intimation that it was within their reach,

the whole band sprang upon their feet as one man; giving utterance to their rage in the most frantic cries, they

rushed upon their prisoners in a body with drawn knives and uplifted tomahawks. Heyward threw himself

between the sisters and the foremost, whom he grappled with a desperate strength that for a moment checked

his violence. This unexpected resistance gave Magua time to interpose, and with rapid enunciation and

animated gesture, he drew the attention of the band again to himself. In that language he knew so well how to

assume, he diverted his comrades from their instant purpose, and invited them to prolong the misery of their

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Two powerful warriors cast themselves on Heyward, while another was occupied in securing the less active

singing master. Neither of the captives, however, submitted without a desperate, though fruitless, struggle.

Even David hurled his assailant to the earth; nor was Heyward secured until the victory over his companion

enabled the Indians to direct their united force to that object. He was then bound and fastened to the body of

the sapling, on whose branches Magua had acted the pantomime of the falling Huron. When the young

soldier regained his recollection, he had the painful certainty before his eyes that a common fate was intended

for the whole party. On his right was Cora in a durance similar to his own, pale and agitated, but with an eye

whose steady look still read the proceedings of their enemies. On his left, the withes which bound her to a

pine, performed that office for Alice which her trembling limbs refused, and alone kept her fragile form from

sinking. Her hands were clasped before her in prayer, but instead of looking upward toward that power which

alone could rescue them, her unconscious looks wandered to the countenance of Duncan with infantile

dependency. David had contended, and the novelty of the circumstance held him silent, in deliberation on the

propriety of the unusual occurrence.

The vengeance of the Hurons had now taken a new direction, and they prepared to execute it with that

barbarous ingenuity with which they were familiarized by the practise of centuries. Some sought knots, to

raise the blazing pile; one was riving the splinters of pine, in order to pierce the flesh of their captives with

the burning fragments; and others bent the tops of two saplings to the earth, in order to suspend Heyward by

the arms between the recoiling branches. But the vengeance of Magua sought a deeper and more malignant

enjoyment.

While the less refined monsters of the band prepared, before the eyes of those who were to suffer, these

wellknown and vulgar means of torture, he approached Cora, and pointed out, with the most malign

expression of countenance, the speedy fate that awaited her:

"Ha!" he added, "what says the daughter of Munro? Her head is too good to find a pillow in the wigwam of

Le Renard; will she like it better when it rolls about this hill a plaything for the wolves? Her bosom cannot

nurse the children of a Huron; she will see it spit upon by Indians!"

"What means the monster!" demanded the astonished Heyward.

"Nothing!" was the firm reply. "He is a savage, a barbarous and ignorant savage, and knows not what he

does. Let us find leisure, with our dying breath, to ask for him penitence and pardon."

"Pardon!" echoed the fierce Huron, mistaking in his anger, the meaning of her words; "the memory of an

Indian is no longer than the arm of the pale faces; his mercy shorter than their justice! Say; shall I send the

yellow hair to her father, and will you follow Magua to the great lakes, to carry his water, and feed him with

corn?"

Cora beckoned him away, with an emotion of disgust she could not control.

"Leave me," she said, with a solemnity that for a moment checked the barbarity of the Indian; "you mingle

bitterness in my prayers; you stand between me and my God!"

The slight impression produced on the savage was, however, soon forgotten, and he continued pointing, with

taunting irony, toward Alice.

"Look! the child weeps! She is too young to die! Send her to Munro, to comb his gray hairs, and keep life in

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Cora could not resist the desire to look upon her youthful sister, in whose eyes she met an imploring glance,

that betrayed the longings of nature.

"What says he, dearest Cora?" asked the trembling voice of Alice. "Did he speak of sending me to our

father?"

For many moments the elder sister looked upon the younger, with a countenance that wavered with powerful

and contending emotions. At length she spoke, though her tones had lost their rich and calm fullness, in an

expression of tenderness that seemed maternal.

"Alice," she said, "the Huron offers us both life, nay, more than both; he offers to restore Duncan, our

invaluable Duncan, as well as you, to our friendsto our father to our heartstricken, childless father, if I

will bow down this rebellious, stubborn pride of mine, and consent"

Her voice became choked, and clasping her hands, she looked upward, as if seeking, in her agony,

intelligence from a wisdom that was infinite.

"Say on," cried Alice; "to what, dearest Cora? Oh! that the proffer were made to me! to save you, to cheer our

aged father, to restore Duncan, how cheerfully could I die!"

"Die!" repeated Cora, with a calmer and firmer voice "that were easy! Perhaps the alternative may not be less

so. He would have me," she continued, her accents sinking under a deep consciousness of the degradation of

the proposal, "follow him to the wilderness; go to the habitations of the Hurons; to remain there; in short, to

become his wife! Speak, then, Alice; child of my affections! sister of my love! And you, too, Major Heyward,

aid my weak reason with your counsel. Is life to be purchased by such a sacrifice? Will you, Alice, receive it

at my hands at such a price? And you, Duncan, guide me; control me between you; for I am wholly yours!"

"Would I!" echoed the indignant and astonished youth. "Cora! Cora! you jest with our misery! Name not the

horrid alternative again; the thought itself is worse than a thousand deaths."

"That such would be your answer, I well knew!" exclaimed Cora, her cheeks flushing, and her dark eyes once

more sparkling with the lingering emotions of a woman. "What says my Alice? for her will I submit without

another murmur."

Although both Heyward and Cora listened with painful suspense and the deepest attention, no sounds were

heard in reply. It appeared as if the delicate and sensitive form of Alice would shrink into itself, as she

listened to this proposal. Her arms had fallen lengthwise before her, the fingers moving in slight convulsions;

her head dropped upon her bosom, and her whole person seemed suspended against the tree, looking like

some beautiful emblem of the wounded delicacy of her sex, devoid of animation and yet keenly conscious. In

a few moments, however, her head began to move slowly, in a sign of deep, unconquerable disapprobation.

"No, no, no; better that we die as we have lived, together!"

"Then die!" shouted Magua, hurling his tomahawk with violence at the unresisting speaker, and gnashing his

teeth with a rage that could no longer be bridled at this sudden exhibition of firmness in the one he believed

the weakest of the party. The axe cleaved the air in front of Heyward, and cutting some of the flowing

ringlets of Alice, quivered in the tree above her head. The sight maddened Duncan to desperation. Collecting

all his energies in one effort he snapped the twigs which bound him and rushed upon another savage, who

was preparing, with loud yells and a more deliberate aim, to repeat the blow. They encountered, grappled,

and fell to the earth together. The naked body of his antagonist afforded Heyward no means of holding his

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weight of a giant. Duncan already saw the knife gleaming in the air, when a whistling sound swept past him,

and was rather accompanied than followed by the sharp crack of a rifle. He felt his breast relieved from the

load it had endured; he saw the savage expression of his adversary's countenance change to a look of vacant

wildness, when the Indian fell dead on the faded leaves by his side.

CHAPTER 12

"Clo.I am gone, sire,

And anon, sire,

I'll be with you again."Twelfth Night

The Hurons stood aghast at this sudden visitation of death on one of their band. But as they regarded the fatal

accuracy of an aim which had dared to immolate an enemy at so much hazard to a friend, the name of "La

Longue Carabine" burst simultaneously from every lip, and was succeeded by a wild and a sort of plaintive

howl. The cry was answered by a loud shout from a little thicket, where the incautious party had piled their

arms; and at the next moment, Hawkeye, too eager to load the rifle he had regained, was seen advancing upon

them, brandishing the clubbed weapon, and cutting the air with wide and powerful sweeps. Bold and rapid as

was the progress of the scout, it was exceeded by that of a light and vigorous form which, bounding past him,

leaped, with incredible activity and daring, into the very center of the Hurons, where it stood, whirling a

tomahawk, and flourishing a glittering knife, with fearful menaces, in front of Cora. Quicker than the

thoughts could follow those unexpected and audacious movements, an image, armed in the emblematic

panoply of death, glided before their eyes, and assumed a threatening attitude at the other's side. The savage

tormentors recoiled before these warlike intruders, and uttered, as they appeared in such quick succession, the

often repeated and peculiar exclamations of surprise, followed by the wellknown and dreaded appellations

of:

"Le Cerf Agile! Le Gros Serpent!"

But the wary and vigilant leader of the Hurons was not so easily disconcerted. Casting his keen eyes around

the little plain, he comprehended the nature of the assault at a glance, and encouraging his followers by his

voice as well as by his example, he unsheathed his long and dangerous knife, and rushed with a loud whoop

upon the expected Chingachgook. It was the signal for a general combat. Neither party had firearms, and the

contest was to be decided in the deadliest manner, hand to hand, with weapons of offense, and none of

defense.

Uncas answered the whoop, and leaping on an enemy, with a single, welldirected blow of his tomahawk,

cleft him to the brain. Heyward tore the weapon of Magua from the sapling, and rushed eagerly toward the

fray. As the combatants were now equal in number, each singled an opponent from the adverse band. The

rush and blows passed with the fury of a whirlwind, and the swiftness of lightning. Hawkeye soon got

another enemy within reach of his arm, and with one sweep of his formidable weapon he beat down the slight

and inartificial defenses of his antagonist, crushing him to the earth with the blow. Heyward ventured to hurl

the tomahawk he had seized, too ardent to await the moment of closing. It struck the Indian he had selected

on the forehead, and checked for an instant his onward rush. Encouraged by this slight advantage, the

impetuous young man continued his onset, and sprang upon his enemy with naked hands. A single instant

was enough to assure him of the rashness of the measure, for he immediately found himself fully engaged,

with all his activity and courage, in endeavoring to ward the desperate thrusts made with the knife of the

Huron. Unable longer to foil an enemy so alert and vigilant, he threw his arms about him, and succeeded in

pinning the limbs of the other to his side, with an iron grasp, but one that was far too exhausting to himself to

continue long. In this extremity he heard a voice near him, shouting:

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At the next moment, the breech of Hawkeye's rifle fell on the naked head of his adversary, whose muscles

appeared to wither under the shock, as he sank from the arms of Duncan, flexible and motionless.

When Uncas had brained his first antagonist, he turned, like a hungry lion, to seek another. The fifth and only

Huron disengaged at the first onset had paused a moment, and then seeing that all around him were employed

in the deadly strife, he had sought, with hellish vengeance, to complete the baffled work of revenge. Raising a

shout of triumph, he sprang toward the defenseless Cora, sending his keen axe as the dreadful precursor of his

approach. The tomahawk grazed her shoulder, and cutting the withes which bound her to the tree, left the

maiden at liberty to fly. She eluded the grasp of the savage, and reckless of her own safety, threw herself on

the bosom of Alice, striving with convulsed and illdirected fingers, to tear asunder the twigs which confined

the person of her sister. Any other than a monster would have relented at such an act of generous devotion to

the best and purest affection; but the breast of the Huron was a stranger to sympathy. Seizing Cora by the rich

tresses which fell in confusion about her form, he tore her from her frantic hold, and bowed her down with

brutal violence to her knees. The savage drew the flowing curls through his hand, and raising them on high

with an outstretched arm, he passed the knife around the exquisitely molded head of his victim, with a

taunting and exulting laugh. But he purchased this moment of fierce gratification with the loss of the fatal

opportunity. It was just then the sight caught the eye of Uncas. Bounding from his footsteps he appeared for

an instant darting through the air and descending in a ball he fell on the chest of his enemy, driving him many

yards from the spot, headlong and prostrate. The violence of the exertion cast the young Mohican at his side.

They arose together, fought, and bled, each in his turn. But the conflict was soon decided; the tomahawk of

Heyward and the rifle of Hawkeye descended on the skull of the Huron, at the same moment that the knife of

Uncas reached his heart.

The battle was now entirely terminated with the exception of the protracted struggle between "Le Renard

Subtil" and "Le Gros Serpent." Well did these barbarous warriors prove that they deserved those significant

names which had been bestowed for deeds in former wars. When they engaged, some little time was lost in

eluding the quick and vigorous thrusts which had been aimed at their lives. Suddenly darting on each other,

they closed, and came to the earth, twisted together like twining serpents, in pliant and subtle folds. At the

moment when the victors found themselves unoccupied, the spot where these experienced and desperate

combatants lay could only be distinguished by a cloud of dust and leaves, which moved from the center of the

little plain toward its boundary, as if raised by the passage of a whirlwind. Urged by the different motives of

filial affection, friendship and gratitude, Heyward and his companions rushed with one accord to the place,

encircling the little canopy of dust which hung above the warriors. In vain did Uncas dart around the cloud,

with a wish to strike his knife into the heart of his father's foe; the threatening rifle of Hawkeye was raised

and suspended in vain, while Duncan endeavored to seize the limbs of the Huron with hands that appeared to

have lost their power. Covered as they were with dust and blood, the swift evolutions of the combatants

seemed to incorporate their bodies into one. The deathlike looking figure of the Mohican, and the dark form

of the Huron, gleamed before their eyes in such quick and confused succession, that the friends of the former

knew not where to plant the succoring blow. It is true there were short and fleeting moments, when the fiery

eyes of Magua were seen glittering, like the fabled organs of the basilisk through the dusty wreath by which

he was enveloped, and he read by those short and deadly glances the fate of the combat in the presence of his

enemies; ere, however, any hostile hand could descend on his devoted head, its place was filled by the

scowling visage of Chingachgook. In this manner the scene of the combat was removed from the center of the

little plain to its verge. The Mohican now found an opportunity to make a powerful thrust with his knife;

Magua suddenly relinquished his grasp, and fell backward without motion, and seemingly without life. His

adversary leaped on his feet, making the arches of the forest ring with the sounds of triumph.

"Well done for the Delawares! victory to the Mohicans!" cried Hawkeye, once more elevating the butt of the

long and fatal rifle; "a finishing blow from a man without a cross will never tell against his honor, nor rob

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But at the very moment when the dangerous weapon was in the act of descending, the subtle Huron rolled

swiftly from beneath the danger, over the edge of the precipice, and falling on his feet, was seen leaping, with

a single bound, into the center of a thicket of low bushes, which clung along its sides. The Delawares, who

had believed their enemy dead, uttered their exclamation of surprise, and were following with speed and

clamor, like hounds in open view of the deer, when a shrill and peculiar cry from the scout instantly changed

their purpose, and recalled them to the summit of the hill.

"'Twas like himself!" cried the inveterate forester, whose prejudices contributed so largely to veil his natural

sense of justice in all matters which concerned the Mingoes; "a lying and deceitful varlet as he is. An honest

Delaware now, being fairly vanquished, would have lain still, and been knocked on the head, but these

knavish Maquas cling to life like so many catso'themountain. Let him golet him go; 'tis but one man,

and he without rifle or bow, many a long mile from his French commerades; and like a rattler that lost his

fangs, he can do no further mischief, until such time as he, and we too, may leave the prints of our moccasins

over a long reach of sandy plain. See, Uncas," he added, in Delaware, "your father if flaying the scalps

already. It may be well to go round and feel the vagabonds that are left, or we may have another of them

loping through the woods, and screeching like a jay that has been winged."

So saying the honest but implacable scout made the circuit of the dead, into whose senseless bosoms he thrust

his long knife, with as much coolness as though they had been so many brute carcasses. He had, however,

been anticipated by the elder Mohican, who had already torn the emblems of victory from the unresisting

heads of the slain.

But Uncas, denying his habits, we had almost said his nature, flew with instinctive delicacy, accompanied by

Heyward, to the assistance of the females, and quickly releasing Alice, placed her in the arms of Cora. We

shall not attempt to describe the gratitude to the Almighty Disposer of Events which glowed in the bosoms of

the sisters, who were thus unexpectedly restored to life and to each other. Their thanksgivings were deep and

silent; the offerings of their gentle spirits burning brightest and purest on the secret altars of their hearts; and

their renovated and more earthly feelings exhibiting themselves in long and fervent though speechless

caresses. As Alice rose from her knees, where she had sunk by the side of Cora, she threw herself on the

bosom of the latter, and sobbed aloud the name of their aged father, while her soft, dovelike eyes, sparkled

with the rays of hope.

"We are saved! we are saved!" she murmured; "to return to the arms of our dear, dear father, and his heart

will not be broken with grief. And you, too, Cora, my sister, my more than sister, my mother; you, too, are

spared. And Duncan," she added, looking round upon the youth with a smile of ineffable innocence, "even

our own brave and noble Duncan has escaped without a hurt."

To these ardent and nearly innocent words Cora made no other answer than by straining the youthful speaker

to her heart, as she bent over her in melting tenderness. The manhood of Heyward felt no shame in dropping

tears over this spectacle of affectionate rapture; and Uncas stood, fresh and blood stained from the combat, a

calm, and, apparently, an unmoved lookeron, it is true, but with eyes that had already lost their fierceness,

and were beaming with a sympathy that elevated him far above the intelligence, and advanced him probably

centuries before, the practises of his nation.

During this display of emotions so natural in their situation, Hawkeye, whose vigilant distrust had satisfied

itself that the Hurons, who disfigured the heavenly scene, no longer possessed the power to interrupt its

harmony, approached David, and liberated him from the bonds he had, until that moment, endured with the

most exemplary patience.

"There," exclaimed the scout, casting the last withe behind him, "you are once more master of your own

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fashioned. If advice from one who is not older than yourself, but who, having lived most of his time in the

wilderness, may be said to have experience beyond his years, will give no offense, you are welcome to my

thoughts; and these are, to part with the little tooting instrument in your jacket to the first fool you meet with,

and buy some we'pon with the money, if it be only the barrel of a horseman's pistol. By industry and care,

you might thus come to some prefarment; for by this time, I should think, your eyes would plainly tell you

that a carrion crow is a better bird than a mockingthresher. The one will, at least, remove foul sights from

before the face of man, while the other is only good to brew disturbances in the woods, by cheating the ears

of all that hear them."

"Arms and the clarion for the battle, but the song of thanksgiving to the victory!" answered the liberated

David. "Friend," he added, thrusting forth his lean, delicate hand toward Hawkeye, in kindness, while his

eyes twinkled and grew moist, "I thank thee that the hairs of my head still grow where they were first rooted

by Providence; for, though those of other men may be more glossy and curling, I have ever found mine own

well suited to the brain they shelter. That I did not join myself to the battle, was less owing to disinclination,

than to the bonds of the heathen. Valiant and skillful hast thou proved thyself in the conflict, and I hereby

thank thee, before proceeding to discharge other and more important duties, because thou hast proved thyself

well worthy of a Christian's praise."

"The thing is but a trifle, and what you may often see if you tarry long among us," returned the scout, a good

deal softened toward the man of song, by this unequivocal expression of gratitude. "I have got back my old

companion, 'killdeer'," he added, striking his hand on the breech of his rifle; "and that in itself is a victory.

These Iroquois are cunning, but they outwitted themselves when they placed their firearms out of reach; and

had Uncas or his father been gifted with only their common Indian patience, we should have come in upon

the knaves with three bullets instead of one, and that would have made a finish of the whole pack; yon loping

varlet, as well as his commerades. But 'twas all foreordered, and for the best."

"Thou sayest well," returned David, "and hast caught the true spirit of Christianity. He that is to be saved will

be saved, and he that is predestined to be damned will be damned. This is the doctrine of truth, and most

consoling and refreshing it is to the true believer."

The scout, who by this time was seated, examining into the state of his rifle with a species of parental

assiduity, now looked up at the other in a displeasure that he did not affect to conceal, roughly interrupting

further speech.

"Doctrine or no doctrine," said the sturdy woodsman, "'tis the belief of knaves, and the curse of an honest

man. I can credit that yonder Huron was to fall by my hand, for with my own eyes I have seen it; but nothing

short of being a witness will cause me to think he has met with any reward, or that Chingachgook there will

be condemned at the final day."

"You have no warranty for such an audacious doctrine, nor any covenant to support it," cried David who was

deeply tinctured with the subtle distinctions which, in his time , and more especially in his province, had been

drawn around the beautiful simplicity of revelation, by endeavoring to penetrate the awful mystery of the

divine nature, supplying faith by selfsufficiency, and by consequence, involving those who reasoned from

such human dogmas in absurdities and doubt; "your temple is reared on the sands, and the first tempest will

wash away its foundation. I demand your authorities for such an uncharitable assertion (like other advocates

of a system, David was not always accurate in his use of terms). Name chapter and verse; in which of the

holy books do you find language to support you?"

"Book!" repeated Hawkeye, with singular and illconcealed disdain; "do you take me for a whimpering boy

at the apronstring of one of your old gals; and this good rifle on my knee for the feather of a goose's wing, my

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Book! what have such as I, who am a warrior of the wilderness, though a man without a cross, to do with

books? I never read but in one, and the words that are written there are too simple and too plain to need much

schooling; though I may boast that of forty long and hardworking years."

"What call you the volume?" said David, misconceiving the other's meaning.

"'Tis open before your eyes," returned the scout; "and he who owns it is not a niggard of its use. I have heard

it said that there are men who read in books to convince themselves there is a God. I know not but man may

so deform his works in the settlement, as to leave that which is so clear in the wilderness a matter of doubt

among traders and priests. If any such there be, and he will follow me from sun to sun, through the windings

of the forest, he shall see enough to teach him that he is a fool, and that the greatest of his folly lies in striving

to rise to the level of One he can never equal, be it in goodness, or be it in power."

The instant David discovered that he battled with a disputant who imbibed his faith from the lights of nature,

eschewing all subtleties of doctrine, he willingly abandoned a controversy from which he believed neither

profit nor credit was to be derived. While the scout was speaking, he had also seated himself, and producing

the ready little volume and the ironrimmed spectacles, he prepared to discharge a duty, which nothing but

the unexpected assault he had received in his orthodoxy could have so long suspended. He was, in truth, a

minstrel of the western continentof a much later day, certainly, than those gifted bards, who formerly sang

the profane renown of baron and prince, but after the spirit of his own age and country; and he was now

prepared to exercise the cunning of his craft, in celebration of, or rather in thanksgiving for, the recent

victory. He waited patiently for Hawkeye to cease, then lifting his eyes, together with his voice, he said,

aloud:

"I invite you, friends, to join in praise for this signal deliverance from the hands of barbarians and infidels, to

the comfortable and solemn tones of the tune called ' Northampton'."

He next named the page and verse where the rhymes selected were to be found, and applied the pitchpipe to

his lips, with the decent gravity that he had been wont to use in the temple. This time he was, however,

without any accompaniment, for the sisters were just then pouring out those tender effusions of affection

which have been already alluded to. Nothing deterred by the smallness of his audience, which, in truth,

consisted only of the discontented scout, he raised his voice, commencing and ending the sacred song without

accident or interruption of any kind.

Hawkeye listened while he coolly adjusted his flint and reloaded his rifle; but the sounds, wanting the

extraneous assistance of scene and sympathy, failed to awaken his slumbering emotions. Never minstrel, or

by whatever more suitable name David should be known, drew upon his talents in the presence of more

insensible auditors; though considering the singleness and sincerity of his motive, it is probably that no bard

of profane song ever uttered notes that ascended so near to that throne where all homage and praise is due.

The scout shook his head, and muttering some unintelligible words, among which "throat" and "Iroquois"

were alone audible, he walked away, to collect and to examine into the state of the captured arsenal of the

Hurons. In this office he was now joined by Chingachgook, who found his own, as well as the rifle of his son,

among the arms. Even Heyward and David were furnished with weapons; nor was ammunition wanting to

render them all effectual.

When the foresters had made their selection, and distributed their prizes, the scout announced that the hour

had arrived when it was necessary to move. By this time the song of Gamut had ceased, and the sisters had

learned to still the exhibition of their emotions. Aided by Duncan and the younger Mohican, the two latter

descended the precipitous sides of that hill which they had so lately ascended under so very different

auspices, and whose summit had so nearly proved the scene of their massacre. At the foot they found the

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guide, who, in the most deadly straits, had so often proved himself their friend. The journey was, however,

short. Hawkeye, leaving the blind path that the Hurons had followed, turned short to his right, and entering

the thicket, he crossed a babbling brook, and halted in a narrow dell, under the shade of a few water elms.

Their distance from the base of the fatal hill was but a few rods, and the steeds had been serviceable only in

crossing the shallow stream.

The scout and the Indians appeared to be familiar with the sequestered place where they now were; for,

leaning their rifle against the trees, they commenced throwing aside the dried leaves, and opening the blue

clay, out of which a clear and sparkling spring of bright, glancing water, quickly bubbled. The white man

then looked about him, as though seeking for some object, which was not to be found as readily as he

expected.

"Them careless imps, the Mohawks, with their Tuscarora and Onondaga brethren, have been here slaking

their thirst," he muttered, "and the vagabonds have thrown away the gourd! This is the way with benefits,

when they are bestowed on such disremembering hounds! Here has the Lord laid his hand, in the midst of the

howling wilderness, for their good, and raised a fountain of water from the bowels of the 'arth, that might

laugh at the richest shop of apothecary's ware in all the colonies; and see! the knaves have trodden in the clay,

and deformed the cleanliness of the place, as though they were brute beasts, instead of human men."

Uncas silently extended toward him the desired gourd, which the spleen of Hawkeye had hitherto prevented

him from observing on a branch of an elm. Filling it with water, he retired a short distance, to a place where

the ground was more firm and dry; here he coolly seated himself, and after taking a long, and, apparently, a

grateful draught, he commenced a very strict examination of the fragments of food left by the Hurons, which

had hung in a wallet on his arm.

"Thank you, lad!" he continued, returning the empty gourd to Uncas; "now we will see how these rampaging

Hurons lived, when outlying in ambushments. Look at this! The varlets know the better pieces of the deer;

and one would think they might carve and roast a saddle, equal to the best cook in the land! But everything is

raw, for the Iroquois are thorough savages. Uncas, take my steel and kindle a fire; a mouthful of a tender broil

will give natur' a helping hand, after so long a trail."

Heyward, perceiving that their guides now set about their repast in sober earnest, assisted the ladies to alight,

and placed himself at their side, not unwilling to enjoy a few moments of grateful rest, after the bloody scene

he had just gone through. While the culinary process was in hand, curiosity induced him to inquire into the

circumstances which had led to their timely and unexpected rescue:

"How is it that we see you so soon, my generous friend," he asked, "and without aid from the garrison of

Edward?"

"Had we gone to the bend in the river, we might have been in time to rake the leaves over your bodies, but

too late to have saved your scalps," coolly answered the scout. "No, no; instead of throwing away strength

and opportunity by crossing to the fort, we lay by, under the bank of the Hudson, waiting to watch the

movements of the Hurons."

"You were, then, witnesses of all that passed?"

"Not of all; for Indian sight is too keen to be easily cheated, and we kept close. A difficult matter it was, too,

to keep this Mohican boy snug in the ambushment. Ah! Uncas, Uncas, your behavior was more like that of a

curious woman than of a warrior on his scent."


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Uncas permitted his eyes to turn for an instant on the sturdy countenance of the speaker, but he neither spoke

nor gave any indication of repentance. On the contrary, Heyward thought the manner of the young Mohican

was disdainful, if not a little fierce, and that he suppressed passions that were ready to explode, as much in

compliment to the listeners, as from the deference he usually paid to his white associate.

"You saw our capture?" Heyward next demanded.

"We heard it," was the significant answer. "An Indian yell is plain language to men who have passed their

days in the woods. But when you landed, we were driven to crawl like sarpents, beneath the leaves; and then

we lost sight of you entirely, until we placed eyes on you again trussed to the trees, and ready bound for an

Indian massacre."

"Our rescue was the deed of Providence. It was nearly a miracle that you did not mistake the path, for the

Hurons divided, and each band had its horses."

"Ay! there we were thrown off the scent, and might, indeed, have lost the trail, had it not been for Uncas; we

took the path, however, that led into the wilderness; for we judged, and judged rightly, that the savages would

hold that course with their prisoners. But when we had followed it for many miles, without finding a single

twig broken, as I had advised, my mind misgave me; especially as all the footsteps had the prints of

moccasins."

"Our captors had the precaution to see us shod like themselves," said Duncan, raising a foot, and exhibiting

the buckskin he wore.

"Aye, 'twas judgmatical and like themselves; though we were too expart to be thrown from a trail by so

common an invention."

"To what, then, are we indebted for our safety?"

"To what, as a white man who has no taint of Indian blood, I should be ashamed to own; to the judgment of

the young Mohican, in matters which I should know better than he, but which I can now hardly believe to be

true, though my own eyes tell me it is so."

"'Tis extraordinary! will you not name the reason?"

"Uncas was bold enough to say, that the beasts ridden by the gentle ones," continued Hawkeye, glancing his

eyes, not without curious interest, on the fillies of the ladies, "planted the legs of one side on the ground at the

same time, which is contrary to the movements of all trotting fourfooted animals of my knowledge, except

the bear. And yet here are horses that always journey in this manner, as my own eyes have seen, and as their

trail has shown for twenty long miles."

"'Tis the merit of the animal! They come from the shores of Narrangansett Bay, in the small province of

Providence Plantations, and are celebrated for their hardihood, and the ease of this peculiar movement;

though other horses are not unfrequently trained to the same."

"It may beit may be," said Hawkeye, who had listened with singular attention to this explanation; "though

I am a man who has the full blood of the whites, my judgment in deer and beaver is greater than in beasts of

burden. Major Effingham has many noble chargers, but I have never seen one travel after such a sidling gait."

"True; for he would value the animals for very different properties. Still is this a breed highly esteemed and,

as you witness, much honored with the burdens it is often destined to bear."


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The Mohicans had suspended their operations about the glimmering fire to listen; and, when Duncan had

done, they looked at each other significantly, the father uttering the neverfailing exclamation of surprise.

The scout ruminated, like a man digesting his newlyacquired knowledge, and once more stole a glance at

the horses.

"I dare to say there are even stranger sights to be seen in the settlements!" he said, at length "natur' is sadly

abused by man, when he once gets the mastery. But, go sidling or go straight, Uncas had seen the movement,

and their trail led us on to the broken bush. The outer branch, near the prints of one of the horses, was bent

upward, as a lady breaks a flower from its stem, but all the rest were ragged and broken down, as if the strong

hand of a man had been tearing them! So I concluded that the cunning varments had seen the twig bent, and

had torn the rest, to make us believe a buck had been feeling the boughs with his antlers."

"I do believe your sagacity did not deceive you; for some such thing occurred!"

"That was easy to see," added the scout, in no degree conscious of having exhibited any extraordinary

sagacity; "and a very different matter it was from a waddling horse! It then struck me the Mingoes would

push for this spring, for the knaves well know the vartue of its waters!"

"Is it, then, so famous?" demanded Heyward, examining, with a more curious eye, the secluded dell, with its

bubbling fountain, surrounded, as it was, by earth of a deep, dingy brown.

"Few redskins, who travel south and east of the great lakes but have heard of its qualities. Will you taste for

yourself?"

Heyward took the gourd, and after swallowing a little of the water, threw it aside with grimaces of discontent.

The scout laughed in his silent but heartfelt manner, and shook his head with vast satisfaction.

"Ah! you want the flavor that one gets by habit; the time was when I liked it as little as yourself; but I have

come to my taste, and I now crave it, as a deer does the licks*. Your highspiced wines are not better liked

than a redskin relishes this water; especially when his natur' is ailing. But Uncas has made his fire, and it is

time we think of eating, for our journey is long, and all before us."

* Many of the animals of the American forests resort to those spots where salt springs are found. These are

called "licks" or "salt licks," in the language of the country, from the circumstance that the quadruped is often

obliged to lick the earth, in order to obtain the saline particles. These licks are great places of resort with the

hunters, who waylay their game near the paths that lead to them.

Interrupting the dialogue by this abrupt transition, the scout had instant recourse to the fragments of food

which had escaped the voracity of the Hurons. A very summary process completed the simple cookery, when

he and the Mohicans commenced their humble meal, with the silence and characteristic diligence of men who

ate in order to enable themselves to endure great and unremitting toil.

When this necessary, and, happily, grateful duty had been performed, each of the foresters stooped and took a

long and parting draught at that solitary and silent spring*, around which and its sister fountains, within fifty

years, the wealth, beauty and talents of a hemisphere were to assemble in throngs, in pursuit of health and

pleasure. Then Hawkeye announced his determination to proceed. The sisters resumed their saddles; Duncan

and David grapsed their rifles, and followed on footsteps; the scout leading the advance, and the Mohicans

bringing up the rear. The whole party moved swiftly through the narrow path, toward the north, leaving the

healing waters to mingle unheeded with the adjacent brooks and the bodies of the dead to fester on the

neighboring mount, without the rites of sepulture; a fate but too common to the warriors of the woods to

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* The scene of the foregoing incidents is on the spot where the village of Ballston now stands; one of the two

principal watering places of America.

CHAPTER 13

"I'll seek a readier path."Parnell

The route taken by Hawkeye lay across those sandy plains, relived by occasional valleys and swells of land,

which had been traversed by their party on the morning of the same day, with the baffled Magua for their

guide. The sun had now fallen low toward the distant mountains; and as their journey lay through the

interminable forest, the heat was no longer oppressive. Their progress, in consequence, was proportionate;

and long before the twilight gathered about them, they had made good many toilsome miles on their return.

The hunter, like the savage whose place he filled, seemed to select among the blind signs of their wild route,

with a species of instinct, seldom abating his speed, and never pausing to deliberate. A rapid and oblique

glance at the moss on the trees, with an occasional upward gaze toward the setting sun, or a steady but

passing look at the direction of the numerous water courses, through which he waded, were sufficient to

determine his path, and remove his greatest difficulties. In the meantime, the forest began to change its hues,

losing that lively green which had embellished its arches, in the graver light which is the usual precursor of

the close of day.

While the eyes of the sisters were endeavoring to catch glimpses through the trees, of the flood of golden

glory which formed a glittering halo around the sun, tinging here and there with ruby streaks, or bordering

with narrow edgings of shining yellow, a mass of clouds that lay piled at no great distance above the western

hills, Hawkeye turned suddenly and pointing upward toward the gorgeous heavens, he spoke:

"Yonder is the signal given to man to seek his food and natural rest," he said; "better and wiser would it be, if

he could understand the signs of nature, and take a lesson from the fowls of the air and the beasts of the field!

Our night, however, will soon be over, for with the moon we must be up and moving again. I remember to

have fou't the Maquas, hereaways, in the first war in which I ever drew blood from man; and we threw up a

work of blocks, to keep the ravenous varmints from handling our scalps. If my marks do not fail me, we shall

find the place a few rods further to our left."

Without waiting for an assent, or, indeed, for any reply, the sturdy hunter moved boldly into a dense thicket

of young chestnuts, shoving aside the branches of the exuberant shoots which nearly covered the ground, like

a man who expected, at each step, to discover some object he had formerly known. The recollection of the

scout did not deceive him. After penetrating through the brush, matted as it was with briars, for a few

hundred feet, he entered an open space, that surrounded a low, green hillock, which was crowned by the

decayed blockhouse in question. This rude and neglected building was one of those deserted works, which,

having been thrown up on an emergency, had been abandoned with the disappearance of danger, and was

now quietly crumbling in the solitude of the forest, neglected and nearly forgotten, like the circumstances

which had caused it to be reared. Such memorials of the passage and struggles of man are yet frequent

throughout the broad barrier of wilderness which once separated the hostile provinces, and form a species of

ruins that are intimately associated with the recollections of colonial history, and which are in appropriate

keeping with the gloomy character of the surrounding scenery. The roof of bark had long since fallen, and

mingled with the soil, but the huge logs of pine, which had been hastily thrown together, still preserved their

relative positions, though one angle of the work had given way under the pressure, and threatened a speedy

downfall to the remainder of the rustic edifice. While Heyward and his companions hesitated to approach a

building so decayed, Hawkeye and the Indians entered within the low walls, not only without fear, but with

obvious interest. While the former surveyed the ruins, both internally and externally, with the curiosity of one

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Delawares, and with the pride of a conqueror, the brief history of the skirmish which had been fought, in his

youth, in that secluded spot. A strain of melancholy, however, blended with his triumph, rendering his voice,

as usual, soft and musical.

In the meantime, the sisters gladly dismounted, and prepared to enjoy their halt in the coolness of the

evening, and in a security which they believed nothing but the beasts of the forest could invade.

"Would not our restingplace have been more retired, my worthy friend," demanded the more vigilant

Duncan, perceiving that the scout had already finished his short survey, "had we chosen a spot less known,

and one more rarely visited than this?"

"Few live who know the blockhouse was ever raised," was the slow and musing answer; "'tis not often that

books are made, and narratives written of such a scrimmage as was here fou't atween the Mohicans and the

Mohawks, in a war of their own waging. I was then a younker, and went out with the Delawares, because I

know'd they were a scandalized and wronged race. Forty days and forty nights did the imps crave our blood

around this pile of logs, which I designed and partly reared, being, as you'll remember, no Indian myself, but

a man without a cross. The Delawares lent themselves to the work, and we made it good, ten to twenty, until

our numbers were nearly equal, and then we sallied out upon the hounds, and not a man of them ever got

back to tell the fate of his party. Yes, yes; I was then young, and new to the sight of blood; and not relishing

the thought that creatures who had spirits like myself should lay on the naked ground, to be torn asunder by

beasts, or to bleach in the rains, I buried the dead with my own hands, under that very little hillock where you

have placed yourselves; and no bad seat does it make neither, though it be raised by the bones of mortal

men."

Heyward and the sisters arose, on the instant, from the grassy sepulcher; nor could the two latter,

notwithstanding the terrific scenes they had so recently passed through, entirely suppress an emotion of

natural horror, when they found themselves in such familiar contact with the grave of the dead Mohawks. The

gray light, the gloomy little area of dark grass, surrounded by its border of brush, beyond which the pines

rose, in breathing silence, apparently into the very clouds, and the deathlike stillness of the vast forest, were

all in unison to deepen such a sensation. "They are gone, and they are harmless," continued Hawkeye, waving

his hand, with a melancholy smile at their manifest alarm; "they'll never shout the warwhoop nor strike a

blow with the tomahawk again! And of all those who aided in placing them where they lie, Chingachgook

and I only are living! The brothers and family of the Mohican formed our war party; and you see before you

all that are now left of his race."

The eyes of the listeners involuntarily sought the forms of the Indians, with a compassionate interest in their

desolate fortune. Their dark persons were still to be seen within the shadows of the blockhouse, the son

listening to the relation of his father with that sort of intenseness which would be created by a narrative that

redounded so much to the honor of those whose names he had long revered for their courage and savage

virtues.

"I had thought the Delawares a pacific people," said Duncan, "and that they never waged war in person;

trusting the defense of their hands to those very Mohawks that you slew!"

"'Tis true in part," returned the scout, "and yet, at the bottom, 'tis a wicked lie. Such a treaty was made in ages

gone by, through the deviltries of the Dutchers, who wished to disarm the natives that had the best right to the

country, where they had settled themselves. The Mohicans, though a part of the same nation, having to deal

with the English, never entered into the silly bargain, but kept to their manhood; as in truth did the

Delawares, when their eyes were open to their folly. You see before you a chief of the great Mohican

Sagamores! Once his family could chase their deer over tracts of country wider than that which belongs to the

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He may find his six feet of earth when God chooses, and keep it in peace, perhaps, if he has a friend who will

take the pains to sink his head so low that the plowshares cannot reach it!"

"Enough!" said Heyward, apprehensive that the subject might lead to a discussion that would interrupt the

harmony so necessary to the preservation of his fair companions; "we have journeyed far, and few among us

are blessed with forms like that of yours, which seems to know neither fatigue nor weakness."

"The sinews and bones of a man carry me through it all," said the hunter, surveying his muscular limbs with a

simplicity that betrayed the honest pleasure the compliment afforded him; "there are larger and heavier men

to be found in the settlements, but you might travel many days in a city before you could meet one able to

walk fifty miles without stopping to take breath, or who has kept the hounds within hearing during a chase of

hours. However, as flesh and blood are not always the same, it is quite reasonable to suppose that the gentle

ones are willing to rest, after all they have seen and done this day. Uncas, clear out the spring, while your

father and I make a cover for their tender heads of these chestnut shoots, and a bed of grass and leaves."

The dialogue ceased, while the hunter and his companions busied themselves in preparations for the comfort

and protection of those they guided. A spring, which many long years before had induced the natives to select

the place for their temporary fortification, was soon cleared of leaves, and a fountain of crystal gushed from

the bed, diffusing its waters over the verdant hillock. A corner of the building was then roofed in such a

manner as to exclude the heavy dew of the climate, and piles of sweet shrubs and dried leaves were laid

beneath it for the sisters to repose on.

While the diligent woodsmen were employed in this manner, Cora and Alice partook of that refreshment

which duty required much more than inclination prompted them to accept. They then retired within the walls,

and first offering up their thanksgivings for past mercies, and petitioning for a continuance of the Divine

favor throughout the coming night, they laid their tender forms on the fragrant couch, and in spite of

recollections and forebodings, soon sank into those slumbers which nature so imperiously demanded, and

which were sweetened by hopes for the morrow. Duncan had prepared himself to pass the night in

watchfulness near them, just without the ruin, but the scout, perceiving his intention, pointed toward

Chingachgook, as he coolly disposed his own person on the grass, and said:

"The eyes of a white man are too heavy and too blind for such a watch as this! The Mohican will be our

sentinel, therefore let us sleep."

"I proved myself a sluggard on my post during the past night," said Heyward, "and have less need of repose

than you, who did more credit to the character of a soldier. Let all the party seek their rest, then, while I hold

the guard."

"If we lay among the white tents of the Sixtieth, and in front of an enemy like the French, I could not ask for

a better watchman," returned the scout; "but in the darkness and among the signs of the wilderness your

judgment would be like the folly of a child, and your vigilance thrown away. Do then, like Uncas and myself,

sleep, and sleep in safety."

Heyward perceived, in truth, that the younger Indian had thrown his form on the side of the hillock while they

were talking, like one who sought to make the most of the time allotted to rest, and that his example had been

followed by David, whose voice literally "clove to his jaws," with the fever of his wound, heightened, as it

was, by their toilsome march. Unwilling to prolong a useless discussion, the young man affected to comply,

by posting his back against the logs of the blockhouse, in a half recumbent posture, though resolutely

determined, in his own mind, not to close an eye until he had delivered his precious charge into the arms of

Munro himself. Hawkeye, believing he had prevailed, soon fell asleep, and a silence as deep as the solitude in

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For many minutes Duncan succeeded in keeping his senses on the alert, and alive to every moaning sound

that arose from the forest. His vision became more acute as the shades of evening settled on the place; and

even after the stars were glimmering above his head, he was able to distinguish the recumbent forms of his

companions, as they lay stretched on the grass, and to note the person of Chingachgook, who sat upright and

motionless as one of the trees which formed the dark barrier on every side. He still heard the gentle

breathings of the sisters, who lay within a few feet of him, and not a leaf was ruffled by the passing air of

which his ear did not detect the whispering sound. At length, however, the mournful notes of a

whippoorwill became blended with the moanings of an owl; his heavy eyes occasionally sought the bright

rays of the stars, and he then fancied he saw them through the fallen lids. At instants of momentary

wakefulness he mistook a bush for his associate sentinel; his head next sank upon his shoulder, which, in its

turn, sought the support of the ground; and, finally, his whole person became relaxed and pliant, and the

young man sank into a deep sleep, dreaming that he was a knight of ancient chivalry, holding his midnight

vigils before the tent of a recaptured princess, whose favor he did not despair of gaining, by such a proof of

devotion and watchfulness.

How long the tired Duncan lay in this insensible state he never knew himself, but his slumbering visions had

been long lost in total forgetfulness, when he was awakened by a light tap on the shoulder. Aroused by this

signal, slight as it was, he sprang upon his feet with a confused recollection of the selfimposed duty he had

assumed with the commencement of the night.

"Who comes?" he demanded, feeling for his sword, at the place where it was usually suspended. "Speak!

friend or enemy?"

"Friend," replied the low voice of Chingachgook; who, pointing upward at the luminary which was shedding

its mild light through the opening in the trees, directly in their bivouac, immediately added, in his rude

English: "Moon comes and white man's fort farfar off; time to move, when sleep shuts both eyes of the

Frenchman!"

"You say true! Call up your friends, and bridle the horses while I prepare my own companions for the

march!"

"We are awake, Duncan," said the soft, silvery tones of Alice within the building, "and ready to travel very

fast after so refreshing a sleep; but you have watched through the tedious night in our behalf, after having

endured so much fatigue the livelong day!"

"Say, rather, I would have watched, but my treacherous eyes betrayed me; twice have I proved myself unfit

for the trust I bear."

"Nay, Duncan, deny it not," interrupted the smiling Alice, issuing from the shadows of the building into the

light of the moon, in all the loveliness of her freshened beauty; "I know you to be a heedless one, when self is

the object of your care, and but too vigilant in favor of others. Can we not tarry here a little longer while you

find the rest you need? Cheerfully, most cheerfully, will Cora and I keep the vigils, while you and all these

brave men endeavor to snatch a little sleep!"

"If shame could cure me of my drowsiness, I should never close an eye again," said the uneasy youth, gazing

at the ingenuous countenance of Alice, where, however, in its sweet solicitude, he read nothing to confirm his

halfawakened suspicion. "It is but too true, that after leading you into danger by my heedlessness, I have not

even the merit of guarding your pillows as should become a soldier."

"No one but Duncan himself should accuse Duncan of such a weakness. Go, then, and sleep; believe me,

neither of us, weak girls as we are, will betray our watch."


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The young man was relieved from the awkwardness of making any further protestations of his own demerits,

by an exclamation from Chingachgook, and the attitude of riveted attention assumed by his son.

"The Mohicans hear an enemy!" whispered Hawkeye, who, by this time, in common with the whole party,

was awake and stirring. "They scent danger in the wind!"

"God forbid!" exclaimed Heyward. "Surely we have had enough of bloodshed!"

While he spoke, however, the young soldier seized his rifle, and advancing toward the front, prepared to

atone for his venial remissness, by freely exposing his life in defense of those he attended.

"'Tis some creature of the forest prowling around us in quest of food," he said, in a whisper, as soon as the

low, and apparently distant sounds, which had startled the Mohicans, reached his own ears.

"Hist!" returned the attentive scout; "'tis man; even I can now tell his tread, poor as my senses are when

compared to an Indian's! That Scampering Huron has fallen in with one of Montcalm's outlying parties, and

they have struck upon our trail. I shouldn't like, myself, to spill more human blood in this spot," he added,

looking around with anxiety in his features, at the dim objects by which he was surrounded; "but what must

be, must! Lead the horses into the blockhouse, Uncas; and, friends, do you follow to the same shelter. Poor

and old as it is, it offers a cover, and has rung with the crack of a rifle afore tonight!"

He was instantly obeyed, the Mohicans leading the Narrangansetts within the ruin, whither the whole party

repaired with the most guarded silence.

The sound of approaching footsteps were now too distinctly audible to leave any doubts as to the nature of

the interruption. They were soon mingled with voices calling to each other in an Indian dialect, which the

hunter, in a whisper, affirmed to Heyward was the language of the Hurons. When the party reached the point

where the horses had entered the thicket which surrounded the blockhouse, they were evidently at fault,

having lost those marks which, until that moment, had directed their pursuit.

It would seem by the voices that twenty men were soon collected at that one spot, mingling their different

opinions and advice in noisy clamor.

"The knaves know our weakness," whispered Hawkeye, who stood by the side of Heyward, in deep shade,

looking through an opening in the logs, "or they wouldn't indulge their idleness in such a squaw's march.

Listen to the reptiles! each man among them seems to have two tongues, and but a single leg."

Duncan, brave as he was in the combat, could not, in such a moment of painful suspense, make any reply to

the cool and characteristic remark of the scout. He only grasped his rifle more firmly, and fastened his eyes

upon the narrow opening, through which he gazed upon the moonlight view with increasing anxiety. The

deeper tones of one who spoke as having authority were next heard, amid a silence that denoted the respect

with which his orders, or rather advice, was received. After which, by the rustling of leaves, and crackling of

dried twigs, it was apparent the savages were separating in pursuit of the lost trail. Fortunately for the

pursued, the light of the moon, while it shed a flood of mild luster upon the little area around the ruin, was

not sufficiently strong to penetrate the deep arches of the forest, where the objects still lay in deceptive

shadow. The search proved fruitless; for so short and sudden had been the passage from the faint path the

travelers had journeyed into the thicket, that every trace of their footsteps was lost in the obscurity of the

woods.

It was not long, however, before the restless savages were heard beating the brush, and gradually approaching

the inner edge of that dense border of young chestnuts which encircled the little area.


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"They are coming," muttered Heyward, endeavoring to thrust his rifle through the chink in the logs; "let us

fire on their approach."

"Keep everything in the shade," returned the scout; "the snapping of a flint, or even the smell of a single

karnel of the brimstone, would bring the hungry varlets upon us in a body. Should it please God that we must

give battle for the scalps, trust to the experience of men who know the ways of the savages, and who are not

often backward when the war whoop is howled."

Duncan cast his eyes behind him, and saw that the trembling sisters were cowering in the far corner of the

building, while the Mohicans stood in the shadow, like two upright posts, ready, and apparently willing, to

strike when the blow should be needed. Curbing his impatience, he again looked out upon the area, and

awaited the result in silence. At that instant the thicket opened, and a tall and armed Huron advanced a few

paces into the open space. As he gazed upon the silent blockhouse, the moon fell upon his swarthy

countenance, and betrayed its surprise and curiosity. He made the exclamation which usually accompanies

the former emotion in an Indian, and, calling in a low voice, soon drew a companion to his side.

These children of the woods stood together for several moments pointing at the crumbling edifice, and

conversing in the unintelligible language of their tribe. They then approached, though with slow and cautious

steps, pausing every instant to look at the building, like startled deer whose curiosity struggled powerfully

with their awakened apprehensions for the mastery. The foot of one of them suddenly rested on the mound,

and he stopped to examine its nature. At this moment, Heyward observed that the scout loosened his knife in

its sheath, and lowered the muzzle of his rifle. Imitating these movements, the young man prepared himself

for the struggle which now seemed inevitable.

The savages were so near, that the least motion in one of the horses, or even a breath louder than common,

would have betrayed the fugitives. But in discovering the character of the mound, the attention of the Hurons

appeared directed to a different object. They spoke together, and the sounds of their voices were low and

solemn, as if influenced by a reverence that was deeply blended with awe. Then they drew warily back,

keeping their eyes riveted on the ruin, as if they expected to see the apparitions of the dead issue from its

silent walls, until, having reached the boundary of the area, they moved slowly into the thicket and

disappeared.

Hawkeye dropped the breech of his rifle to the earth, and drawing a long, free breath, exclaimed, in an

audible whisper:

"Ay! they respect the dead, and it has this time saved their own lives, and, it may be, the lives of better men

too."

Heyward lent his attention for a single moment to his companion, but without replying, he again turned

toward those who just then interested him more. He heard the two Hurons leave the bushes, and it was soon

plain that all the pursuers were gathered about them, in deep attention to their report. After a few minutes of

earnest and solemn dialogue, altogether different from the noisy clamor with which they had first collected

about the spot, the sounds grew fainter and more distant, and finally were lost in the depths of the forest.

Hawkeye waited until a signal from the listening Chingachgook assured him that every sound from the

retiring party was completely swallowed by the distance, when he motioned to Heyward to lead forth the

horses, and to assist the sisters into their saddles. The instant this was done they issued through the broken

gateway, and stealing out by a direction opposite to the one by which they entered, they quitted the spot, the

sisters casting furtive glances at the silent, grave and crumbling ruin, as they left the soft light of the moon, to

bury themselves in the gloom of the woods.


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CHAPTER 14

"Guard.Qui est la?

Puc.Paisans, pauvres gens de France."King Henry VI

During the rapid movement from the blockhouse, and until the party was deeply buried in the forest, each

individual was too much interested in the escape to hazard a word even in whispers. The scout resumed his

post in advance, though his steps, after he had thrown a safe distance between himself and his enemies, were

more deliberate than in their previous march, in consequence of his utter ignorance of the localities of the

surrounding woods. More than once he halted to consult with his confederates, the Mohicans, pointing

upward at the moon, and examining the barks of the trees with care. In these brief pauses, Heyward and the

sisters listened, with senses rendered doubly acute by the danger, to detect any symptoms which might

announce the proximity of their foes. At such moments, it seemed as if a vast range of country lay buried in

eternal sleep; not the least sound arising from the forest, unless it was the distant and scarcely audible rippling

of a watercourse. Birds, beasts, and man, appeared to slumber alike, if, indeed, any of the latter were to be

found in that wide tract of wilderness. But the sounds of the rivulet, feeble and murmuring as they were,

relieved the guides at once from no trifling embarrassment, and toward it they immediately held their way.

When the banks of the little stream were gained, Hawkeye made another halt; and taking the moccasins from

his feet, he invited Heyward and Gamut to follow his example. He then entered the water, and for near an

hour they traveled in the bed of the brook, leaving no trail. The moon had already sunk into an immense pile

of black clouds, which lay impending above the western horizon, when they issued from the low and devious

watercourse to rise again to the light and level of the sandy but wooded plain. Here the scout seemed to be

once more at home, for he held on this way with the certainty and diligence of a man who moved in the

security of his own knowledge. The path soon became more uneven, and the travelers could plainly perceive

that the mountains drew nigher to them on each hand, and that they were, in truth, about entering one of their

gorges. Suddenly, Hawkeye made a pause, and, waiting until he was joined by the whole party, he spoke,

though in tones so low and cautious, that they added to the solemnity of his words, in the quiet and darkness

of the place.

"It is easy to know the pathways, and to find the licks and watercourses of the wilderness," he said; "but

who that saw this spot could venture to say, that a mighty army was at rest among yonder silent trees and

barren mountains?"

"We are, then, at no great distance from William Henry?" said Heyward, advancing nigher to the scout.

"It is yet a long and weary path, and when and where to strike it is now our greatest difficulty. See," he said,

pointing through the trees toward a spot where a little basin of water reflected the stars from its placid bosom,

"here is the 'bloody pond'; and I am on ground that I have not only often traveled, but over which I have fou't

the enemy, from the rising to the setting sun."

"Ha! that sheet of dull and dreary water, then, is the sepulcher of the brave men who fell in the contest. I have

heard it named, but never have I stood on its banks before."

"Three battles did we make with the DutchFrenchman* in a day," continued Hawkeye, pursuing the train of

his own thoughts, rather than replying to the remark of Duncan. "He met us hard by, in our outward march to

ambush his advance, and scattered us, like driven deer, through the defile, to the shores of Horican. Then we

rallied behind our fallen trees, and made head against him, under Sir Williamwho was made Sir William

for that very deed; and well did we pay him for the disgrace of the morning! Hundreds of Frenchmen saw the

sun that day for the last time; and even their leader, Dieskau himself, fell into our hands, so cut and torn with

the lead, that he has gone back to his own country, unfit for further acts in war."


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* Baron Dieskau, a German, in the service of France. A few years previously to the period of the tale, this

officer was defeated by Sir William Johnson, of Johnstown, New York, on the shores of Lake George.

"'Twas a noble repulse!" exclaimed Heyward, in the heat of his youthful ardor; "the fame of it reached us

early, in our southern army."

"Ay! but it did not end there. I was sent by Major Effingham, at Sir William's own bidding, to outflank the

French, and carry the tidings of their disaster across the portage, to the fort on the Hudson. Just hereaway,

where you see the trees rise into a mountain swell, I met a party coming down to our aid, and I led them

where the enemy were taking their meal, little dreaming that they had not finished the bloody work of the

day."

"And you surprised them?"

"If death can be a surprise to men who are thinking only of the cravings of their appetites. We gave them but

little breathing time, for they had borne hard upon us in the fight of the morning, and there were few in our

party who had not lost friend or relative by their hands."

"When all was over, the dead, and some say the dying, were cast into that little pond. These eyes have seen

its waters colored with blood, as natural water never yet flowed from the bowels of the 'arth."

"It was a convenient, and, I trust, will prove a peaceful grave for a soldier. You have then seen much service

on this frontier?"

"Ay!" said the scout, erecting his tall person with an air of military pride; "there are not many echoes among

these hills that haven't rung with the crack of my rifle, nor is there the space of a square mile atwixt Horican

and the river, that 'killdeer' hasn't dropped a living body on, be it an enemy or be it a brute beast. As for the

grave there being as quiet as you mention, it is another matter. There are them in the camp who say and think,

man, to lie still, should not be buried while the breath is in the body; and certain it is that in the hurry of that

evening, the doctors had but little time to say who was living and who was dead. Hist! see you nothing

walking on the shore of the pond?"

"'Tis not probable that any are as houseless as ourselves in this dreary forest."

"Such as he may care but little for house or shelter, and night dew can never wet a body that passes its days in

the water," returned the scout, grasping the shoulder of Heyward with such convulsive strength as to make

the young soldier painfully sensible how much superstitious terror had got the mastery of a man usually so

dauntless.

"By heaven, there is a human form, and it approaches! Stand to your arms, my friends; for we know not

whom we encounter."

"Qui vive?" demanded a stern, quick voice, which sounded like a challenge from another world, issuing out

of that solitary and solemn place.

"What says it?" whispered the scout; "it speaks neither Indian nor English."

"Qui vive?" repeated the same voice, which was quickly followed by the rattling of arms, and a menacing

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"France!" cried Heyward, advancing from the shadow of the trees to the shore of the pond, within a few yards

of the sentinel.

"D'ou venezvousou allezvous, d'aussi bonne heure?" demanded the grenadier, in the language and with

the accent of a man from old France.

"Je viens de la decouverte, et je vais me coucher."

"Etesvous officier du roi?"

"Sans doute, mon camarade; me prendstu pour un provincial! Je suis capitaine de chasseurs (Heyward well

knew that the other was of a regiment in the line); j'ai ici, avec moi, les filles du commandant de la

fortification. Aha! tu en as entendu parler! je les ai fait prisonnieres pres de l'autre fort, et je les conduis au

general."

"Ma foi! mesdames; j'en suis fƒche pour vous," exclaimed the young soldier, touching his cap with grace;

"maisfortune de guerre! vous trouverez notre general un brave homme, et bien poli avec les dames."

"C'est le caractere des gens de guerre," said Cora, with admirable selfpossession. "Adieu, mon ami; je vous

souhaiterais un devoir plus agreable a remplir."

The soldier made a low and humble acknowledgment for her civility; and Heyward adding a "Bonne nuit,

mon camarade," they moved deliberately forward, leaving the sentinel pacing the banks of the silent pond,

little suspecting an enemy of so much effrontery, and humming to himself those words which were recalled

to his mind by the sight of women, and, perhaps, by recollections of his own distant and beautiful France:

"Vive le vin, vive l'amour," etc., etc.

"'Tis well you understood the knave!" whispered the scout, when they had gained a little distance from the

place, and letting his rifle fall into the hollow of his arm again; "I soon saw that he was one of them uneasy

Frenchers; and well for him it was that his speech was friendly and his wishes kind, or a place might have

been found for his bones among those of his countrymen."

He was interrupted by a long and heavy groan which arose from the little basin, as though, in truth, the spirits

of the departed lingered about their watery sepulcher.

"Surely it was of flesh," continued the scout; "no spirit could handle its arms so steadily."

"It was of flesh; but whether the poor fellow still belongs to this world may well be doubted," said Heyward,

glancing his eyes around him, and missing Chingachgook from their little band. Another groan more faint

than the former was succeeded by a heavy and sullen plunge into the water, and all was still again as if the

borders of the dreary pool had never been awakened from the silence of creation. While they yet hesitated in

uncertainty, the form of the Indian was seen gliding out of the thicket. As the chief rejoined them, with one

hand he attached the reeking scalp of the unfortunate young Frenchman to his girdle, and with the other he

replaced the knife and tomahawk that had drunk his blood. He then took his wonted station, with the air of a

man who believed he had done a deed of merit.

The scout dropped one end of his rifle to the earth, and leaning his hands on the other, he stood musing in

profound silence. Then, shaking his head in a mournful manner, he muttered:

"'Twould have been a cruel and an unhuman act for a white skin; but 'tis the gift and natur' of an Indian, and

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young boy from the old countries."

"Enough!" said Heyward, apprehensive the unconscious sisters might comprehend the nature of the detention,

and conquering his disgust by a train of reflections very much like that of the hunter; "'tis done; and though

better it were left undone, cannot be amended. You see, we are, too obviously within the sentinels of the

enemy; what course do you propose to follow?"

"Yes," said Hawkeye, rousing himself again; "'tis as you say, too late to harbor further thoughts about it. Ay,

the French have gathered around the fort in good earnest and we have a delicate needle to thread in passing

them."

"And but little time to do it in," added Heyward, glancing his eyes upwards, toward the bank of vapor that

concealed the setting moon.

"And little time to do it in!" repeated the scout. "The thing may be done in two fashions, by the help of

Providence, without which it may not be done at all."

"Name them quickly for time presses."

"One would be to dismount the gentle ones, and let their beasts range the plain, by sending the Mohicans in

front, we might then cut a lane through their sentries, and enter the fort over the dead bodies."

"It will not doit will not do!" interrupted the generous Heyward; "a soldier might force his way in this

manner, but never with such a convoy."

"'Twould be, indeed, a bloody path for such tender feet to wade in," returned the equally reluctant scout; "but

I thought it befitting my manhood to name it. We must, then, turn in our trail and get without the line of their

lookouts, when we will bend short to the west, and enter the mountains; where I can hide you, so that all the

devil's hounds in Montcalm's pay would be thrown off the scent for months to come."

"Let it be done, and that instantly."

Further words were unnecessary; for Hawkeye, merely uttering the mandate to "follow," moved along the

route by which they had just entered their present critical and even dangerous situation. Their progress, like

their late dialogue, was guarded, and without noise; for none knew at what moment a passing patrol, or a

crouching picket of the enemy, might rise upon their path. As they held their silent way along the margin of

the pond, again Heyward and the scout stole furtive glances at its appalling dreariness. They looked in vain

for the form they had so recently seen stalking along in silent shores, while a low and regular wash of the

little waves, by announcing that the waters were not yet subsided, furnished a frightful memorial of the deed

of blood they had just witnessed. Like all that passing and gloomy scene, the low basin, however, quickly

melted in the darkness, and became blended with the mass of black objects in the rear of the travelers.

Hawkeye soon deviated from the line of their retreat, and striking off towards the mountains which form the

western boundary of the narrow plain, he led his followers, with swift steps, deep within the shadows that

were cast from their high and broken summits. The route was now painful; lying over ground ragged with

rocks, and intersected with ravines, and their progress proportionately slow. Bleak and black hills lay on

every side of them, compensating in some degree for the additional toil of the march by the sense of security

they imparted. At length the party began slowly to rise a steep and rugged ascent, by a path that curiously

wound among rocks and trees, avoiding the one and supported by the other, in a manner that showed it had

been devised by men long practised in the arts of the wilderness. As they gradually rose from the level of the

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seen in the plain and palpable colors with which they had been gifted by nature. When they issued from the

stunted woods which clung to the barren sides of the mountain, upon a flat and mossy rock that formed its

summit, they met the morning, as it came blushing above the green pines of a hill that lay on the opposite

side of the valley of the Horican.

The scout now told the sisters to dismount; and taking the bridles from the mouths, and the saddles off the

backs of the jaded beasts, he turned them loose, to glean a scanty subsistence among the shrubs and meager

herbage of that elevated region.

"Go," he said, "and seek your food where natur' gives it to you; and beware that you become not food to

ravenous wolves yourselves, among these hills."

"Have we no further need of them?" demanded Heyward.

"See, and judge with your own eyes," said the scout, advancing toward the eastern brow of the mountain,

whither he beckoned for the whole party to follow; "if it was as easy to look into the heart of man as it is to

spy out the nakedness of Montcalm's camp from this spot, hypocrites would grow scarce, and the cunning of

a Mingo might prove a losing game, compared to the honesty of a Delaware."

When the travelers reached the verge of the precipices they saw, at a glance, the truth of the scout's

declaration, and the admirable foresight with which he had led them to their commanding station.

The mountain on which they stood, elevated perhaps a thousand feet in the air, was a high cone that rose a

little in advance of that range which stretches for miles along the western shores of the lake, until meeting its

sisters miles beyond the water, it ran off toward the Canadas, in confused and broken masses of rock, thinly

sprinkled with evergreens. Immediately at the feet of the party, the southern shore of the Horican swept in a

broad semicircle from mountain to mountain, marking a wide strand, that soon rose into an uneven and

somewhat elevated plain. To the north stretched the limpid, and, as it appeared from that dizzy height, the

narrow sheet of the "holy lake," indented with numberless bays, embellished by fantastic headlands, and

dotted with countless islands. At the distance of a few leagues, the bed of the water became lost among

mountains, or was wrapped in the masses of vapor that came slowly rolling along their bosom, before a light

morning air. But a narrow opening between the crests of the hills pointed out the passage by which they

found their way still further north, to spread their pure and ample sheets again, before pouring out their

tribute into the distant Champlain. To the shout stretched the defile, or rather broken plain, so often

mentioned. For several miles in this direction, the mountains appeared reluctant to yield their dominion, but

within reach of the eye they diverged, and finally melted into the level and sandy lands, across which we have

accompanied our adventurers in their double journey. Along both ranges of hills, which bounded the opposite

sides of the lake and valley, clouds of light vapor were rising in spiral wreaths from the uninhabited woods,

looking like the smoke of hidden cottages; or rolled lazily down the declivities, to mingle with the fogs of the

lower land. A single, solitary, snow white cloud floated above the valley, and marked the spot beneath

which lay the silent pool of the "bloody pond."

Directly on the shore of the lake, and nearer to its western than to its eastern margin, lay the extensive earthen

ramparts and low buildings of William Henry. Two of the sweeping bastions appeared to rest on the water

which washed their bases, while a deep ditch and extensive morasses guarded its other sides and angles. The

land had been cleared of wood for a reasonable distance around the work, but every other part of the scene

lay in the green livery of nature, except where the limpid water mellowed the view, or the bold rocks thrust

their black and naked heads above the undulating outline of the mountain ranges. In its front might be seen

the scattered sentinels, who held a weary watch against their numerous foes; and within the walls themselves,

the travelers looked down upon men still drowsy with a night of vigilance. Toward the southeast, but in

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far more eligible for the work itself, in which Hawkeye pointed out the presence of those auxiliary regiments

that had so recently left the Hudson in their company. From the woods, a little further to the south, rose

numerous dark and lurid smokes, that were easily to be distinguished from the purer exhalations of the

springs, and which the scout also showed to Heyward, as evidences that the enemy lay in force in that

direction.

But the spectacle which most concerned the young soldier was on the western bank of the lake, though quite

near to its southern termination. On a strip of land, which appeared from his stand too narrow to contain such

an army, but which, in truth, extended many hundreds of yards from the shores of the Horican to the base of

the mountain, were to be seen the white tents and military engines of an encampment of ten thousand men.

Batteries were already thrown up in their front, and even while the spectators above them were looking down,

with such different emotions, on a scene which lay like a map beneath their feet, the roar of artillery rose

from the valley, and passed off in thundering echoes along the eastern hills.

"Morning is just touching them below," said the deliberate and musing scout, "and the watchers have a mind

to wake up the sleepers by the sound of cannon. We are a few hours too late! Montcalm has already filled the

woods with his accursed Iroquois."

"The place is, indeed, invested," returned Duncan; "but is there no expedient by which we may enter? capture

in the works would be far preferable to falling again into the hands of roving Indians."

"See!" exclaimed the scout, unconsciously directing the attention of Cora to the quarters of her own father,

"how that shot has made the stones fly from the side of the commandant's house! Ay! these Frenchers will

pull it to pieces faster than it was put together, solid and thick though it be!"

"Heyward, I sicken at the sight of danger that I cannot share," said the undaunted but anxious daughter. "Let

us go to Montcalm, and demand admission: he dare not deny a child the boon."

"You would scarce find the tent of the Frenchman with the hair on your head"; said the blunt scout. "If I had

but one of the thousand boats which lie empty along that shore, it might be done! Ha! here will soon be an

end of the firing, for yonder comes a fog that will turn day to night, and make an Indian arrow more

dangerous than a molded cannon. Now, if you are equal to the work, and will follow, I will make a push; for I

long to get down into that camp, if it be only to scatter some Mingo dogs that I see lurking in the skirts of

yonder thicket of birch."

"We are equal," said Cora, firmly; "on such an errand we will follow to any danger."

The scout turned to her with a smile of honest and cordial approbation, as he answered:

"I would I had a thousand men, of brawny limbs and quick eyes, that feared death as little as you! I'd send

them jabbering Frenchers back into their den again, afore the week was ended, howling like so many fettered

hounds or hungry wolves. But, sir," he added, turning from her to the rest of the party, "the fog comes rolling

down so fast, we shall have but just the time to meet it on the plain, and use it as a cover. Remember, if any

accident should befall me, to keep the air blowing on your left cheeksor, rather, follow the Mohicans;

they'd scent their way, be it in day or be it at night."

He then waved his hand for them to follow, and threw himself down the steep declivity, with free, but careful

footsteps. Heyward assisted the sisters to descend, and in a few minutes they were all far down a mountain

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The direction taken by Hawkeye soon brought the travelers to the level of the plain, nearly opposite to a

sallyport in the western curtain of the fort, which lay itself at the distance of about half a mile from the point

where he halted to allow Duncan to come up with his charge. In their eagerness, and favored by the nature of

the ground, they had anticipated the fog, which was rolling heavily down the lake, and it became necessary to

pause, until the mists had wrapped the camp of the enemy in their fleecy mantle. The Mohicans profited by

the delay, to steal out of the woods, and to make a survey of surrounding objects. They were followed at a

little distance by the scout, with a view to profit early by their report, and to obtain some faint knowledge for

himself of the more immediate localities.

In a very few moments he returned, his face reddened with vexation, while he muttered his disappointment in

words of no very gentle import.

"Here has the cunning Frenchman been posting a picket directly in our path," he said; "redskins and whites;

and we shall be as likely to fall into their midst as to pass them in the fog!"

"Cannot we make a circuit to avoid the danger," asked Heyward, "and come into our path again when it is

passed?"

"Who that once bends from the line of his march in a fog can tell when or how to find it again! The mists of

Horican are not like the curls from a peacepipe, or the smoke which settles above a mosquito fire."

He was yet speaking, when a crashing sound was heard, and a cannonball entered the thicket, striking the

body of a sapling, and rebounding to the earth, its force being much expended by previous resistance. The

Indians followed instantly like busy attendants on the terrible messenger, and Uncas commenced speaking

earnestly and with much action, in the Delaware tongue.

"It may be so, lad," muttered the scout, when he had ended; "for desperate fevers are not to be treated like a

toothache. Come, then, the fog is shutting in."

"Stop!" cried Heyward; "first explain your expectations."

"'Tis soon done, and a small hope it is; but it is better than nothing. This shot that you see," added the scout,

kicking the harmless iron with his foot, "has plowed the 'arth in its road from the fort, and we shall hunt for

the furrow it has made, when all other signs may fail. No more words, but follow, or the fog may leave us in

the middle of our path, a mark for both armies to shoot at."

Heyward perceiving that, in fact, a crisis had arrived, when acts were more required than words, placed

himself between the sisters, and drew them swiftly forward, keeping the dim figure of their leader in his eye.

It was soon apparent that Hawkeye had not magnified the power of the fog, for before they had proceeded

twenty yards, it was difficult for the different individuals of the party to distinguish each other in the vapor.

They had made their little circuit to the left, and were already inclining again toward the right, having, as

Heyward thought, got over nearly half the distance to the friendly works, when his ears were saluted with the

fierce summons, apparently within twenty feet of them, of:

"Qui va la?"

"Push on!" whispered the scout, once more bending to the left.

"Push on!" repeated Heyward; when the summons was renewed by a dozen voices, each of which seemed

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"C'est moi," cried Duncan, dragging rather than leading those he supported swiftly onward.

"Bete!qui?moi!"

"Ami de la France."

"Tu m'as plus l'air d'un ennemi de la France; arrete ou pardieu je te ferai ami du diable. Non! feu, camarades,

feu!"

The order was instantly obeyed, and the fog was stirred by the explosion of fifty muskets. Happily, the aim

was bad, and the bullets cut the air in a direction a little different from that taken by the fugitives; though still

so nigh them, that to the unpractised ears of David and the two females, it appeared as if they whistled within

a few inches of the organs. The outcry was renewed, and the order, not only to fire again, but to pursue, was

too plainly audible. When Heyward briefly explained the meaning of the words they heard, Hawkeye halted

and spoke with quick decision and great firmness.

"Let us deliver our fire," he said; "they will believe it a sortie, and give way, or they will wait for

reinforcements."

The scheme was well conceived, but failed in its effects. The instant the French heard the pieces, it seemed as

if the plain was alive with men, muskets rattling along its whole extent, from the shores of the lake to the

furthest boundary of the woods.

"We shall draw their entire army upon us, and bring on a general assault," said Duncan: "lead on, my friend,

for your own life and ours."

The scout seemed willing to comply; but, in the hurry of the moment, and in the change of position, he had

lost the direction. In vain he turned either cheek toward the light air; they felt equally cool. In this dilemma,

Uncas lighted on the furrow of the cannon ball, where it had cut the ground in three adjacent anthills.

"Give me the range!" said Hawkeye, bending to catch a glimpse of the direction, and then instantly moving

onward.

Cries, oaths, voices calling to each other, and the reports of muskets, were now quick and incessant, and,

apparently, on every side of them. Suddenly a strong glare of light flashed across the scene, the fog rolled

upward in thick wreaths, and several cannons belched across the plain, and the roar was thrown heavily back

from the bellowing echoes of the mountain.

"'Tis from the fort!" exclaimed Hawkeye, turning short on his tracks; "and we, like stricken fools, were

rushing to the woods, under the very knives of the Maquas."

The instant their mistake was rectified, the whole party retraced the error with the utmost diligence. Duncan

willingly relinquished the support of Cora to the arm of Uncas and Cora as readily accepted the welcome

assistance. Men, hot and angry in pursuit, were evidently on their footsteps, and each instant threatened their

capture, if not their destruction.

"Point de quartier aux coquins!" cried an eager pursuer, who seemed to direct the operations of the enemy.

"Stand firm, and be ready, my gallant Sixtieths!" suddenly exclaimed a voice above them; "wait to see the

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"Father! father!" exclaimed a piercing cry from out the mist: "it is I! Alice! thy own Elsie! Spare, oh! save

your daughters!"

"Hold!" shouted the former speaker, in the awful tones of parental agony, the sound reaching even to the

woods, and rolling back in solemn echo. "'Tis she! God has restored me to my children! Throw open the

sallyport; to the field, Sixtieths, to the field; pull not a trigger, lest ye kill my lambs! Drive off these dogs of

France with your steel."

Duncan heard the grating of the rusty hinges, and darting to the spot, directed by the sound, he met a long line

of dark red warriors, passing swiftly toward the glacis. He knew them for his own battalion of the Royal

Americans, and flying to their head, soon swept every trace of his pursuers from before the works.

For an instant, Cora and Alice had stood trembling and bewildered by this unexpected desertion; but before

either had leisure for speech, or even thought, an officer of gigantic frame, whose locks were bleached with

years and service, but whose air of military grandeur had been rather softened than destroyed by time, rushed

out of the body of mist, and folded them to his bosom, while large scalding tears rolled down his pale and

wrinkled cheeks, and he exclaimed, in the peculiar accent of Scotland:

"For this I thank thee, Lord! Let danger come as it will, thy servant is now prepared!"

CHAPTER 15

"Then go we in, to know his embassy;

Which I could, with ready guess, declare,

Before the Frenchmen speak a word of it,"King Henry V

A few succeeding days were passed amid the privations, the uproar, and the dangers of the siege, which was

vigorously pressed by a power, against whose approaches Munro possessed no competent means of

resistance. It appeared as if Webb, with his army, which lay slumbering on the banks of the Hudson, had

utterly forgotten the strait to which his countrymen were reduced. Montcalm had filled the woods of the

portage with his savages, every yell and whoop from whom rang through the British encampment, chilling

the hearts of men who were already but too much disposed to magnify the danger.

Not so, however, with the besieged. Animated by the words, and stimulated by the examples of their leaders,

they had found their courage, and maintained their ancient reputation, with a zeal that did justice to the stern

character of their commander. As if satisfied with the toil of marching through the wilderness to encounter

his enemy, the French general, though of approved skill, had neglected to seize the adjacent mountains;

whence the besieged might have been exterminated with impunity, and which, in the more modern warfare of

the country, would not have been neglected for a single hour. This sort of contempt for eminences, or rather

dread of the labor of ascending them, might have been termed the besetting weakness of the warfare of the

period. It originated in the simplicity of the Indian contests, in which, from the nature of the combats, and the

density of the forests, fortresses were rare, and artillery next to useless. The carelessness engendered by these

usages descended even to the war of the Revolution and lost the States the important fortress of Ticonderoga

opening a way for the army of Burgoyne into what was then the bosom of the country. We look back at this

ignorance, or infatuation, whichever it may be called, with wonder, knowing that the neglect of an eminence,

whose difficulties, like those of Mount Defiance, have been so greatly exaggerated, would, at the present

time, prove fatal to the reputation of the engineer who had planned the works at their base, or to that of the

general whose lot it was to defend them.

The tourist, the valetudinarian, or the amateur of the beauties of nature, who, in the train of his fourinhand,

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floats steadily toward his object on those artificial waters which have sprung up under the administration of a

statesman* who has dared to stake his political character on the hazardous issue, is not to suppose that his

ancestors traversed those hills, or struggled with the same currents with equal facility. The transportation of a

single heavy gun was often considered equal to a victory gained; if happily, the difficulties of the passage had

not so far separated it from its necessary concomitant, the ammunition, as to render it no more than a useless

tube of unwieldy iron.

* Evidently the late De Witt Clinton, who died governor of New York in 1828.

The evils of this state of things pressed heavily on the fortunes of the resolute Scotsman who now defended

William Henry. Though his adversary neglected the hills, he had planted his batteries with judgment on the

plain, and caused them to be served with vigor and skill. Against this assault, the besieged could only oppose

the imperfect and hasty preparations of a fortress in the wilderness.

It was in the afternoon of the fifth day of the siege, and the fourth of his own service in it, that Major

Heyward profited by a parley that had just been beaten, by repairing to the ramparts of one of the water

bastions, to breathe the cool air from the lake, and to take a survey of the progress of the siege. He was alone,

if the solitary sentinel who paced the mound be excepted; for the artillerists had hastened also to profit by the

temporary suspension of their arduous duties. The evening was delightfully calm, and the light air from the

limpid water fresh and soothing. It seemed as if, with the termination of the roar of artillery and the plunging

of shot, nature had also seized the moment to assume her mildest and most captivating form. The sun poured

down his parting glory on the scene, without the oppression of those fierce rays that belong to the climate and

the season. The mountains looked green, and fresh, and lovely, tempered with the milder light, or softened in

shadow, as thin vapors floated between them and the sun. The numerous islands rested on the bosom of the

Horican, some low and sunken, as if embedded in the waters, and others appearing to hover about the

element, in little hillocks of green velvet; among which the fishermen of the beleaguering army peacefully

rowed their skiffs, or floated at rest on the glassy mirror in quiet pursuit of their employment.

The scene was at once animated and still. All that pertained to nature was sweet, or simply grand; while those

parts which depended on the temper and movements of man were lively and playful.

Two little spotless flags were abroad, the one on a salient angle of the fort, and the other on the advanced

battery of the besiegers; emblems of the truth which existed, not only to the acts, but it would seem, also, to

the enmity of the combatants.

Behind these again swung, heavily opening and closing in silken folds, the rival standards of England and

France.

A hundred gay and thoughtless young Frenchmen were drawing a net to the pebbly beach, within dangerous

proximity to the sullen but silent cannon of the fort, while the eastern mountain was sending back the loud

shouts and gay merriment that attended their sport. Some were rushing eagerly to enjoy the aquatic games of

the lake, and others were already toiling their way up the neighboring hills, with the restless curiosity of their

nation. To all these sports and pursuits, those of the enemy who watched the besieged, and the besieged

themselves, were, however, merely the idle though sympathizing spectators. Here and there a picket had,

indeed, raised a song, or mingled in a dance, which had drawn the dusky savages around them, from their

lairs in the forest. In short, everything wore rather the appearance of a day of pleasure, than of an hour stolen

from the dangers and toil of a bloody and vindictive warfare.

Duncan had stood in a musing attitude, contemplating this scene a few minutes, when his eyes were directed

to the glacis in front of the sallyport already mentioned, by the sounds of approaching footsteps. He walked

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of the fort. The countenance of Hawkeye was haggard and careworn, and his air dejected, as though he felt

the deepest degradation at having fallen into the power of his enemies. He was without his favorite weapon,

and his arms were even bound behind him with thongs, made of the skin of a deer. The arrival of flags to

cover the messengers of summons, had occurred so often of late, that when Heyward first threw his careless

glance on this group, he expected to see another of the officers of the enemy, charged with a similar office

but the instant he recognized the tall person and still sturdy though downcast features of his friend, the

woodsman, he started with surprise, and turned to descend from the bastion into the bosom of the work.

The sounds of other voices, however, caught his attention, and for a moment caused him to forget his

purpose. At the inner angle of the mound he met the sisters, walking along the parapet, in search, like

himself, of air and relief from confinement. They had not met from that painful moment when he deserted

them on the plain, only to assure their safety. He had parted from them worn with care, and jaded with

fatigue; he now saw them refreshed and blooming, though timid and anxious. Under such an inducement it

will cause no surprise that the young man lost sight for a time, of other objects in order to address them. He

was, however, anticipated by the voice of the ingenuous and youthful Alice.

"Ah! thou tyrant! thou recreant knight! he who abandons his damsels in the very lists," she cried; "here have

we been days, nay, ages, expecting you at our feet, imploring mercy and forgetfulness of your craven

backsliding, or I should rather say, backrunningfor verily you fled in the manner that no stricken deer, as

our worthy friend the scout would say, could equal!"

"You know that Alice means our thanks and our blessings," added the graver and more thoughtful Cora. "In

truth, we have a little wonder why you should so rigidly absent yourself from a place where the gratitude of

the daughters might receive the support of a parent's thanks."

"Your father himself could tell you, that, though absent from your presence, I have not been altogether

forgetful of your safety," returned the young man; "the mastery of yonder village of huts," pointing to the

neighboring entrenched camp, "has been keenly disputed; and he who holds it is sure to be possessed of this

fort, and that which it contains. My days and nights have all been passed there since we separated, because I

thought that duty called me thither. But," he added, with an air of chagrin, which he endeavored, though

unsuccessfully, to conceal, "had I been aware that what I then believed a soldier's conduct could be so

construed, shame would have been added to the list of reasons."

"Heyward! Duncan!" exclaimed Alice, bending forward to read his halfaverted countenance, until a lock of

her golden hair rested on her flushed cheek, and nearly concealed the tear that had started to her eye; "did I

think this idle tongue of mine had pained you, I would silence it forever. Cora can say, if Cora would, how

justly we have prized your services, and how deepI had almost said, how fervent is our gratitude." "And

will Cora attest the truth of this?" cried Duncan, suffering the cloud to be chased from his countenance by a

smile of open pleasure. "What says our graver sister? Will she find an excuse for the neglect of the knight in

the duty of a soldier?"

Cora made no immediate answer, but turned her face toward the water, as if looking on the sheet of the

Horican. When she did bend her dark eyes on the young man, they were yet filled with an expression of

anguish that at once drove every thought but that of kind solicitude from his mind.

"You are not well, dearest Miss Munro!" he exclaimed; "we have trifled while you are in suffering!"

"'Tis nothing," she answered, refusing his support with feminine reserve. "That I cannot see the sunny side of

the picture of life, like this artless but ardent enthusiast," she added, laying her hand lightly, but

affectionately, on the arm of her sister, "is the penalty of experience, and, perhaps, the misfortune of my

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Major Heyward, and tell me what a prospect is this for the daughter of a soldier whose greatest happiness is

his honor and his military renown."

"Neither ought nor shall be tarnished by circumstances over which he has had no control," Duncan warmly

replied. "But your words recall me to my own duty. I go now to your gallant father, to hear his determination

in matters of the last moment to the defense. God bless you in every fortune, nobleCoraI may and must

call you." She frankly gave him her hand, though her lip quivered, and her cheeks gradually became of ashly

paleness. "In every fortune, I know you will be an ornament and honor to your sex. Alice, adieu"his voice

changed from admiration to tenderness "adieu, Alice; we shall soon meet again; as conquerors, I trust, and

amid rejoicings!"

Without waiting for an answer from either, the young man threw himself down the grassy steps of the

bastion, and moving rapidly across the parade, he was quickly in the presence of their father. Munro was

pacing his narrow apartment with a disturbed air and gigantic strides as Duncan entered.

"You have anticipated my wishes, Major Heyward," he said; "I was about to request this favor."

"I am sorry to see, sir, that the messenger I so warmly recommended has returned in custody of the French! I

hope there is no reason to distrust his fidelity?"

"The fidelity of 'The Long Rifle' is well known to me," returned Munro, "and is above suspicion; though his

usual good fortune seems, at last, to have failed. Montcalm has got him, and with the accursed politeness of

his nation, he has sent him in with a doleful tale, of 'knowing how I valued the fellow, he could not think of

retaining him' A Jesuitical way that, Major Duncan Heyward, of telling a man of his misfortunes!"

"But the general and his succor?"

"Did ye look to the south as ye entered, and could ye not see them?" said the old soldier, laughing bitterly.

"Hoot! hoot! you're an impatient boy, sir, and cannot give the gentlemen leisure for their march!"

"They are coming, then? The scout has said as much?"

"When? and by what path? for the dunce has omitted to tell me this. There is a letter, it would seem, too; and

that is the only agreeable part of the matter. For the customary attentions of your Marquis of MontcalmI

warrant me, Duncan, that he of Lothian would buy a dozen such marquisatesbut if the news of the letter

were bad, the gentility of this French monsieur would certainly compel him to let us know it."

"He keeps the letter, then, while he releases the messenger?"

"Ay, that does he, and all for the sake of what you call your 'bonhommie' I would venture, if the truth was

known, the fellow's grandfather taught the noble science of dancing."

"But what says the scout? he has eyes and ears, and a tongue. What verbal report does he make?"

"Oh! sir, he is not wanting in natural organs, and he is free to tell all that he has seen and heard. The whole

amount is this; there is a fort of his majesty's on the banks of the Hudson, called Edward, in honor of his

gracious highness of York, you'll know; and it is well filled with armed men, as such a work should be."

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"There were the morning and evening parades; and when one of the provincial loonsyou'll know, Dunca,

you're half a Scotsman yourselfwhen one of them dropped his powder over his porretch, if it touched the

coals, it just burned!" Then, suddenly changing his bitter, ironical manner, to one more grave and thoughtful,

he continued: "and yet there might, and must be, something in that letter which it would be well to know!"

"Our decision should be speedy," said Duncan, gladly availing himself of this change of humor, to press the

more important objects of their interview; "I cannot conceal from you, sir, that the camp will not be much

longer tenable; and I am sorry to add, that things appear no better in the fort; more than half the guns are

bursted."

"And how should it be otherwise? Some were fished from the bottom of the lake; some have been rusting in

woods since the discovery of the country; and some were never guns at allmere privateersmen's

playthings! Do you think, sir, you can have Woolwich Warren in the midst of a wilderness, three thousand

miles from Great Britain?"

"The walls are crumbling about our ears, and provisions begin to fail us," continued Heyward, without

regarding the new burst of indignation; "even the men show signs of discontent and alarm."

"Major Heyward," said Munro, turning to his youthful associate with the dignity of his years and superior

rank; "I should have served his majesty for half a century, and earned these gray hairs in vain, were I ignorant

of all you say, and of the pressing nature of our circumstances; still, there is everything due to the honor of

the king's arms, and something to ourselves. While there is hope of succor, this fortress will I defend, though

it be to be done with pebbles gathered on the lake shore. It is a sight of the letter, therefore, that we want, that

we may know the intentions of the man the earl of Loudon has left among us as his substitute."

"And can I be of service in the matter?"

"Sir, you can; the marquis of Montcalm has, in addition to his other civilities, invited me to a personal

interview between the works and his own camp; in order, as he says, to impart some additional information.

Now, I think it would not be wise to show any undue solicitude to meet him, and I would employ you, an

officer of rank, as my substitute; for it would but ill comport with the honor of Scotland to let it be said one of

her gentlemen was outdone in civility by a native of any other country on earth."

Without assuming the supererogatory task of entering into a discussion of the comparative merits of national

courtesy, Duncan cheerfully assented to supply the place of the veteran in the approaching interview. A long

and confidential communication now succeeded, during which the young man received some additional

insight into his duty, from the experience and native acuteness of his commander, and then the former took

his leave.

As Duncan could only act as the representative of the commandant of the fort, the ceremonies which should

have accompanied a meeting between the heads of the adverse forces were, of course, dispensed with. The

truce still existed, and with a roll and beat of the drum, and covered by a little white flag, Duncan left the

sallyport, within ten minutes after his instructions were ended. He was received by the French officer in

advance with the usual formalities, and immediately accompanied to a distant marquee of the renowned

soldier who led the forces of France.

The general of the enemy received the youthful messenger, surrounded by his principal officers, and by a

swarthy band of the native chiefs, who had followed him to the field, with the warriors of their several tribes.

Heyward paused short, when, in glancing his eyes rapidly over the dark group of the latter, he beheld the

malignant countenance of Magua, regarding him with the calm but sullen attention which marked the

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but instantly, recollecting his errand, and the presence in which he stood, he suppressed every appearance of

emotion, and turned to the hostile leader, who had already advanced a step to receive him.

The marquis of Montcalm was, at the period of which we write, in the flower of his age, and, it may be

added, in the zenith of his fortunes. But even in that enviable situation, he was affable, and distinguished as

much for his attention to the forms of courtesy, as for that chivalrous courage which, only two short years

afterward, induced him to throw away his life on the plains of Abraham. Duncan, in turning his eyes from the

malign expression of Magua, suffered them to rest with pleasure on the smiling and polished features, and the

noble military air, of the French general.

"Monsieur," said the latter, "j'ai beaucoup de plaisir a bah!ou est cet interprete?"

"Je crois, monsieur, qu'il ne sear pas necessaire," Heyward modestly replied; "je parle un peu fran‡ais."

"Ah! j'en suis bien aise," said Montcalm, taking Duncan familiarly by the arm, and leading him deep into the

marquee, a little out of earshot; "je deteste ces fripons la; on ne sait jamais sur quel pie on est avec eux. Eh,

bien! monsieur," he continued still speaking in French; "though I should have been proud of receiving your

commandant, I am very happy that he has seen proper to employ an officer so distinguished, and who, I am

sure, is so amiable, as yourself."

Duncan bowed low, pleased with the compliment, in spite of a most heroic determination to suffer no artifice

to allure him into forgetfulness of the interest of his prince; and Montcalm, after a pause of a moment, as if to

collect his thoughts, proceeded:

"Your commandant is a brave man, and well qualified to repel my assault. Mais, monsieur, is it not time to

begin to take more counsel of humanity, and less of your courage? The one as strongly characterizes the hero

as the other."

"We consider the qualities as inseparable," returned Duncan, smiling; "but while we find in the vigor of your

excellency every motive to stimulate the one, we can, as yet, see no particular call for the exercise of the

other."

Montcalm, in his turn, slightly bowed, but it was with the air of a man too practised to remember the

language of flattery. After musing a moment, he added:

"It is possible my glasses have deceived me, and that your works resist our cannon better than I had

supposed. You know our force?"

"Our accounts vary," said Duncan, carelessly; "the highest, however, has not exceeded twenty thousand

men."

The Frenchman bit his lip, and fastened his eyes keenly on the other as if to read his thoughts; then, with a

readiness peculiar to himself, he continued, as if assenting to the truth of an enumeration which quite doubled

his army:

"It is a poor compliment to the vigilance of us soldiers, monsieur, that, do what we will, we never can conceal

our numbers. If it were to be done at all, one would believe it might succeed in these woods. Though you

think it too soon to listen to the calls of humanity," he added, smiling archly, "I may be permitted to believe

that gallantry is not forgotten by one so young as yourself. The daughters of the commandant, I learn, have

passed into the fort since it was invested?"


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"It is true, monsieur; but, so far from weakening our efforts, they set us an example of courage in their own

fortitude. Were nothing but resolution necessary to repel so accomplished a soldier as M. de Montcalm, I

would gladly trust the defense of William Henry to the elder of those ladies."

"We have a wise ordinance in our Salique laws, which says, 'The crown of France shall never degrade the

lance to the distaff'," said Montcalm, dryly, and with a little hauteur; but instantly adding, with his former

frank and easy air: "as all the nobler qualities are hereditary, I can easily credit you; though, as I said before,

courage has its limits, and humanity must not be forgotten. I trust, monsieur, you come authorized to treat for

the surrender of the place?"

"Has your excellency found our defense so feeble as to believe the measure necessary?"

"I should be sorry to have the defense protracted in such a manner as to irritate my red friends there,"

continued Montcalm, glancing his eyes at the group of grave and attentive Indians, without attending to the

other's questions; "I find it difficult, even now, to limit them to the usages of war."

Heyward was silent; for a painful recollection of the dangers he had so recently escaped came over his mind,

and recalled the images of those defenseless beings who had shared in all his sufferings.

"Ces messieursla," said Montcalm, following up the advantage which he conceived he had gained, "are most

formidable when baffled; and it is unnecessary to tell you with what difficulty they are restrained in their

anger. Eh bien, monsieur! shall we speak of the terms?"

"I fear your excellency has been deceived as to the strength of William Henry, and the resources of its

garrison!"

"I have not sat down before Quebec, but an earthen work, that is defended by twentythree hundred gallant

men," was the laconic reply.

"Our mounds are earthen, certainlynor are they seated on the rocks of Cape Diamond; but they stand on

that shore which proved so destructive to Dieskau and his army. There is also a powerful force within a few

hours' march of us, which we account upon as a part of our means."

"Some six or eight thousand men," returned Montcalm, with much apparent indifference, "whom their leader

wisely judges to be safer in their works than in the field."

It was now Heyward's turn to bite his lip with vexation as the other so coolly alluded to a force which the

young man knew to be overrated. Both mused a little while in silence, when Montcalm renewed the

conversation, in a way that showed he believed the visit of his guest was solely to propose terms of

capitulation. On the other hand, Heyward began to throw sundry inducements in the way of the French

general, to betray the discoveries he had made through the intercepted letter. The artifice of neither, however,

succeeded; and after a protracted and fruitless interview, Duncan took his leave, favorably impressed with an

opinion of the courtesy and talents of the enemy's captain, but as ignorant of what he came to learn as when

he arrived. Montcalm followed him as far as the entrance of the marquee, renewing his invitations to the

commandant of the fort to give him an immediate meeting in the open ground between the two armies.

There they separated, and Duncan returned to the advanced post of the French, accompanied as before;

whence he instantly proceeded to the fort, and to the quarters of his own commander.

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"EDG.Before you fight the battle ope this letter." Lear

Major Heyward found Munro attended only by his daughters. Alice sat upon his knee, parting the gray hairs

on the forehead of the old man with her delicate fingers; and whenever he affected to frown on her trifling,

appeasing his assumed anger by pressing her ruby lips fondly on his wrinkled brow. Cora was seated nigh

them, a calm and amused lookeron; regarding the wayward movements of her more youthful sister with that

species of maternal fondness which characterized her love for Alice. Not only the dangers through which they

had passed, but those which still impended above them, appeared to be momentarily forgotten, in the

soothing indulgence of such a family meeting. It seemed as if they had profited by the short truce, to devote

an instant to the purest and best affection; the daughters forgetting their fears, and the veteran his cares, in the

security of the moment. Of this scene, Duncan, who, in his eagerness to report his arrival, had entered

unannounced, stood many moments an unobserved and a delighted spectator. But the quick and dancing eyes

of Alice soon caught a glimpse of his figure reflected from a glass, and she sprang blushing from her father's

knee, exclaiming aloud:

"Major Heyward!"

"What of the lad?" demanded her father; "I have sent him to crack a little with the Frenchman. Ha, sir, you

are young, and you're nimble! Away with you, ye baggage; as if there were not troubles enough for a soldier,

without having his camp filled with such prattling hussies as yourself!"

Alice laughingly followed her sister, who instantly led the way from an apartment where she perceived their

presence was no longer desirable. Munro, instead of demanding the result of the young man's mission, paced

the room for a few moments, with his hands behind his back, and his head inclined toward the floor, like a

man lost in thought. At length he raised his eyes, glistening with a father's fondness, and exclaimed:

"They are a pair of excellent girls, Heyward, and such as any one may boast of."

"You are not now to learn my opinion of your daughters, Colonel Munro."

"True, lad, true," interrupted the impatient old man; "you were about opening your mind more fully on that

matter the day you got in, but I did not think it becoming in an old soldier to be talking of nuptial blessings

and wedding jokes when the enemies of his king were likely to be unbidden guests at the feast. But I was

wrong, Duncan, boy, I was wrong there; and I am now ready to hear what you have to say."

"Notwithstanding the pleasure your assurance gives me, dear sir, I have just now, a message from

Montcalm"

"Let the Frenchman and all his host go to the devil, sir!" exclaimed the hasty veteran. "He is not yet master of

William Henry, nor shall he ever be, provided Webb proves himself the man he should. No, sir, thank Heaven

we are not yet in such a strait that it can be said Munro is too much pressed to discharge the little domestic

duties of his own family. 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 sallyport, with the French saint at their

head, crying to speak a word under favor. A pretty degree of knighthood, sir, is that which can be bought with

sugar hogsheads! and then your twopenny marquisates. The thistle is the order for dignity and antiquity; the

veritable 'nemo me impune lacessit' of chivalry. Ye had ancestors in that degree, Duncan, and they were an

ornament to the nobles of Scotland."

Heyward, who perceived that his superior took a malicious pleasure in exhibiting his contempt for the

message of the French general, was fain to humor a spleen that he knew would be shortlived; he therefore,

replied with as much indifference as he could assume on such a subject:


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"My request, as you know, sir, went so far as to presume to the honor of being your son."

"Ay, boy, you found words to make yourself very plainly comprehended. But, let me ask ye, sir, have you

been as intelligible to the girl?"

"On my honor, no," exclaimed Duncan, warmly; "there would have been an abuse of a confided trust, had I

taken advantage of my situation for such a purpose."

"Your notions are those of a gentleman, Major Heyward, and well enough in their place. But Cora Munro is a

maiden too discreet, and of a mind too elevated and improved, to need the guardianship even of a father."

"Cora!"

"AyCora! we are talking of your pretensions to Miss Munro, are we not, sir?"

"III was not conscious of having mentioned her name," said Duncan, stammering.

"And to marry whom, then, did you wish my consent, Major Heyward?" demanded the old soldier, erecting

himself in the dignity of offended feeling.

"You have another, and not less lovely child."

"Alice!" exclaimed the father, in an astonishment equal to that with which Duncan had just repeated the name

of her sister.

"Such was the direction of my wishes, sir."

The young man awaited in silence the result of the extraordinary effect produced by a communication, which,

as it now appeared, was so unexpected. For several minutes Munro paced the chamber with long and rapid

strides, his rigid features working convulsively, and every faculty seemingly absorbed in the musings of his

own mind. At length, he paused directly in front of Heyward, and riveting his eyes upon those of the other, he

said, with a lip that quivered violently:

"Duncan Heyward, I have loved you for the sake of him whose blood is in your veins; I have loved you for

your own good qualities; and I have loved you, because I thought you would contribute to the happiness of

my child. But all this love would turn to hatred, were I assured that what I so much apprehend is true."

"God forbid that any act or thought of mine should lead to such a change!" exclaimed the young man, whose

eye never quailed under the penetrating look it encountered. Without adverting to the impossibility of the

other's comprehending those feelings which were hid in his own bosom, Munro suffered himself to be

appeased by the unaltered countenance he met, and with a voice sensibly softened, he continued:

"You would be my son, Duncan, and you're ignorant of the history of the man you wish to call your father.

Sit ye down, young man, and I will open to you the wounds of a seared heart, in as few words as may be

suitable."

By this time, the message of Montcalm was as much forgotten by him who bore it as by the man for whose

ears it was intended. Each drew a chair, and while the veteran communed a few moments with his own

thoughts, apparently in sadness, the youth suppressed his impatience in a look and attitude of respectful

attention. At length, the former spoke:


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"You'll know, already, Major Heyward, that my family was both ancient and honorable," commenced the

Scotsman; "though it might not altogether be endowed with that amount of wealth that should correspond

with its degree. I was, maybe, such an one as yourself when I plighted my faith to Alice Graham, the only

child of a neighboring laird of some estate. But the connection was disagreeable to her father, on more

accounts than my poverty. I did, therefore, what an honest man shouldrestored the maiden her troth, and

departed the country in the service of my king. I had seen many regions, and had shed much blood in

different lands, before duty called me to the islands of the West Indies. There it was my lot to form a

connection with one who in time became my wife, and the mother of Cora. She was the daughter of a

gentleman of those isles, by a lady whose misfortune it was, if you will," said the old man, proudly, "to be

descended, remotely, from that unfortunate class who are so basely enslaved to administer to the wants of a

luxurious people. Ay, sir, that is a curse, entailed on Scotland by her unnatural union with a foreign and

trading people. But could I find a man among them who would dare to reflect on my child, he should feel the

weight of a father's anger! Ha! Major Heyward, you are yourself born at the south, where these unfortunate

beings are considered of a race inferior to your own."

"'Tis most unfortunately true, sir," said Duncan, unable any longer to prevent his eyes from sinking to the

floor in embarrassment.

"And you cast it on my child as a reproach! You scorn to mingle the blood of the Heywards with one so

degraded lovely and virtuous though she be?" fiercely demanded the jealous parent.

"Heaven protect me from a prejudice so unworthy of my reason!" returned Duncan, at the same time

conscious of such a feeling, and that as deeply rooted as if it had been ingrafted in his nature. "The sweetness,

the beauty, the witchery of your younger daughter, Colonel Munro, might explain my motives without

imputing to me this injustice."

"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.

When death deprived me of my wife I returned to Scotland, enriched by the marriage; and, would you think

it, Duncan! the suffering angel had remained in the heartless state of celibacy twenty long years, and that for

the sake of a man who could forget her! She did more, sir; she overlooked my want of faith, and, all

difficulties being now removed, she took me for her husband."

"And became the mother of Alice?" exclaimed Duncan, with an eagerness that might have proved dangerous

at a moment when the thoughts of Munro were less occupied that at present.

"She did, indeed," said the old man, "and dearly did she pay for the blessing she bestowed. But she is a saint

in heaven, sir; and it ill becomes one whose foot rests on the grave to mourn a lot so blessed. I had her but a

single year, though; a short term of happiness for one who had seen her youth fade in hopeless pining."

There was something so commanding in the distress of the old man, that Heyward did not dare to venture a

syllable of consolation. Munro sat utterly unconscious of the other's presence, his features exposed and

working with the anguish of his regrets, while heavy tears fell from his eyes, and rolled unheeded from his

cheeks to the floor. At length he moved, and as if suddenly recovering his recollection; when he arose, and

taking a single turn across the room, he approached his companion with an air of military grandeur, and

demanded:

"Have you not, Major Heyward, some communication that I should hear from the marquis de Montcalm?"

Duncan started in his turn, and immediately commenced in an embarrassed voice, the halfforgotten

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eluded every attempt of Heyward to worm from him the purport of the communication he had proposed

making, or on the decided, though still polished message, by which he now gave his enemy to understand,

that, unless he chose to receive it in person, he should not receive it at all. As Munro listened to the detail of

Duncan, the excited feelings of the father gradually gave way before the obligations of his station, and when

the other was done, he saw before him nothing but the veteran, swelling with the wounded feelings of a

soldier.

"You have said enough, Major Heyward," exclaimed the angry old man; "enough to make a volume of

commentary on French civility. Here has this gentleman invited me to a conference, and when I send him a

capable substitute, for ye're all that, Duncan, though your years are but few, he answers me with a riddle."

"He may have thought less favorably of the substitute, my dear sir; and you will remember that the invitation,

which he now repeats, was to the commandant of the works, and not to his second."

"Well, sir, is not a substitute clothed with all the power and dignity of him who grants the commission? He

wishes to confer with Munro! Faith, sir, I have much inclination to indulge the man, if it should only be to let

him behold the firm countenance we maintain in spite of his numbers and his summons. There might be not

bad policy in such a stroke, young man."

Duncan, who believe it of the last importance that they should speedily come to the contents of the letter

borne by the scout, gladly encouraged this idea.

"Without doubt, he could gather no confidence by witnessing our indifference," he said.

"You never said truer word. I could wish, sir, that he would visit the works in open day, and in the form of a

storming party; that is the least failing method of proving the countenance of an enemy, and would be far

preferable to the battering system he has chosen. The beauty and manliness of warfare has been much

deformed, Major Heyward, by the arts of your Monsieur Vauban. Our ancestors were far above such

scientific cowardice!"

"It may be very true, sir; but we are now obliged to repel art by art. What is your pleasure in the matter of the

interview?"

"I will meet the Frenchman, and that without fear or delay; promptly, sir, as becomes a servant of my royal

master. Go, Major Heyward, and give them a flourish of the music; and send out a messenger to let them

know who is coming. We will follow with a small guard, for such respect is due to one who holds the honor

of his king in keeping; and hark'ee, Duncan," he added, in a half whisper, though they were alone, "it may be

prudent to have some aid at hand, in case there should be treachery at the bottom of it all."

The young man availed himself of this order to quit the apartment; and, as the day was fast coming to a close,

he hastened without delay, to make the necessary arrangements. A very few minutes only were necessary to

parade a few files, and to dispatch an orderly with a flag to announce the approach of the commandant of the

fort. When Duncan had done both these, he led the guard to the sallyport, near which he found his superior

ready, waiting his appearance. As soon as the usual ceremonials of a military departure were observed, the

veteran and his more youthful companion left the fortress, attended by the escort.

They had proceeded only a hundred yards from the works, when the little array which attended the French

general to the conference was seen issuing from the hollow way which formed the bed of a brook that ran

between the batteries of the besiegers and the fort. From the moment that Munro left his own works to appear

in front of his enemy's, his air had been grand, and his step and countenance highly military. The instant he

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appeared to possess any influence over his vast and still muscular person.

"Speak to the boys to be watchful, sir," he said, in an undertone, to Duncan; "and to look well to their flints

and steel, for one is never safe with a servant of these Louis's; at the same time, we shall show them the front

of men in deep security. Ye'll understand me, Major Heyward!"

He was interrupted by the clamor of a drum from the approaching Frenchmen, which was immediately

answered, when each party pushed an orderly in advance, bearing a white flag, and the wary Scotsman halted

with his guard close at his back. As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved toward them

with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran, and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the

earth in courtesy. If the air of Munro was more commanding and manly, it wanted both the ease and

insinuating polish of that of the Frenchman. Neither spoke for a few moments, each regarding the other with

curious and interested eyes. Then, as became his superior rank and the nature of the interview, Montcalm

broke the silence. After uttering the usual words of greeting, he turned to Duncan, and continued, with a

smile of recognition, speaking always in French:

"I am rejoiced, monsieur, that you have given us the pleasure of your company on this occasion. There will

be no necessity to employ an ordinary interpreter; for, in your hands, I feel the same security as if I spoke

your language myself."

Duncan acknowledged the compliment, when Montcalm, turning to his guard, which in imitation of that of

their enemies, pressed close upon him, continued:

"En arriere, mes enfantsil fait chaudretirezvous un peu."

Before Major Heyward would imitate this proof of confidence, he glanced his eyes around the plain, and

beheld with uneasiness the numerous dusky groups of savages, who looked out from the margin of the

surrounding woods, curious spectators of the interview.

"Monsieur de Montcalm will readily acknowledge the difference in our situation," he said, with some

embarrassment, pointing at the same time toward those dangerous foes, who were to be seen in almost every

direction. "were we to dismiss our guard, we should stand here at the mercy of our enemies."

"Monsieur, you have the plighted faith of 'un gentilhomme Fran‡ais', for your safety," returned Montcalm,

laying his hand impressively on his heart; "it should suffice."

"It shall. Fall back," Duncan added to the officer who led the escort; "fall back, sir, beyond hearing, and wait

for orders."

Munro witnessed this movement with manifest uneasiness; nor did he fail to demand an instant explanation.

"Is it not our interest, sir, to betray distrust?" retorted Duncan. "Monsieur de Montcalm pledges his word for

our safety, and I have ordered the men to withdraw a little, in order to prove how much we depend on his

assurance."

"It may be all right, sir, but I have no overweening reliance on the faith of these marquesses, or marquis, as

they call themselves. Their patents of nobility are too common to be certain that they bear the seal of true

honor."

"You forget, dear sir, that we confer with an officer, distinguished alike in Europe and America for his deeds.

From a soldier of his reputation we can have nothing to apprehend."


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The old man made a gesture of resignation, though his rigid features still betrayed his obstinate adherence to

a distrust, which he derived from a sort of hereditary contempt of his enemy, rather than from any present

signs which might warrant so uncharitable a feeling. Montcalm waited patiently until this little dialogue in

demivoice was ended, when he drew nigher, and opened the subject of their conference.

"I have solicited this interview from your superior, monsieur," he said, "because I believe he will allow

himself to be persuaded that he has already done everything which is necessary for the honor of his prince,

and will now listen to the admonitions of humanity. I will forever bear testimony that his resistance has been

gallant, and was continued as long as there was hope."

When this opening was translated to Munro, he answered with dignity, but with sufficient courtesy:

"However I may prize such testimony from Monsieur Montcalm, it will be more valuable when it shall be

better merited."

The French general smiled, as Duncan gave him the purport of this reply, and observed:

"What is now so freely accorded to approved courage, may be refused to useless obstinacy. Monsieur would

wish to see my camp, and witness for himself our numbers, and the impossibility of his resisting them with

success?"

"I know that the king of France is well served," returned the unmoved Scotsman, as soon as Duncan ended

his translation; "but my own royal master has as many and as faithful troops."

"Though not at hand, fortunately for us," said Montcalm, without waiting, in his ardor, for the interpreter.

"There is a destiny in war, to which a brave man knows how to submit with the same courage that he faces

his foes."

"Had I been conscious that Monsieur Montcalm was master of the English, I should have spared myself the

trouble of so awkward a translation," said the vexed Duncan, dryly; remembering instantly his recent byplay

with Munro.

"Your pardon, monsieur," rejoined the Frenchman, suffering a slight color to appear on his dark cheek.

"There is a vast difference between understanding and speaking a foreign tongue; you will, therefore, please

to assist me still." Then, after a short pause, he added: "These hills afford us every opportunity of

reconnoitering your works, messieurs, and I am possibly as well acquainted with their weak condition as you

can be yourselves."

"Ask the French general if his glasses can reach to the Hudson," said Munro, proudly; "and if he knows when

and where to expect the army of Webb."

"Let General Webb be his own interpreter," returned the politic Montcalm, suddenly extending an open letter

toward Munro as he spoke; "you will there learn, monsieur, that his movements are not likely to prove

embarrassing to my army."

The veteran seized the offered paper, without waiting for Duncan to translate the speech, and with an

eagerness that betrayed how important he deemed its contents. As his eye passed hastily over the words, his

countenance changed from its look of military pride to one of deep chagrin; his lip began to quiver; and

suffering the paper to fall from his hand, his head dropped upon his chest, like that of a man whose hopes

were withered at a single blow. Duncan caught the letter from the ground, and without apology for the liberty

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advised a speedy surrender, urging in the plainest language, as a reason, the utter impossibility of his sending

a single man to their rescue.

"Here is no deception!" exclaimed Duncan, examining the billet both inside and out; "this is the signature of

Webb, and must be the captured letter."

"The man has betrayed me!" Munro at length bitterly exclaimed; "he has brought dishonor to the door of one

where disgrace was never before known to dwell, and shame has he heaped heavily on my gray hairs."

"Say not so," cried Duncan; "we are yet masters of the fort, and of our honor. Let us, then, sell our lives at

such a rate as shall make our enemies believe the purchase too dear."

"Boy, I thank thee," exclaimed the old man, rousing himself from his stupor; "you have, for once, reminded

Munro of his duty. We will go back, and dig our graves behind those ramparts."

"Messieurs," said Montcalm, advancing toward them a step, in generous interest, "you little know Louis de

St. Veran if you believe him capable of profiting by this letter to humble brave men, or to build up a

dishonest reputation for himself. Listen to my terms before you leave me."

"What says the Frenchman?" demanded the veteran, sternly; "does he make a merit of having captured a

scout, with a note from headquarters? Sir, he had better raise this siege, to go and sit down before Edward if

he wishes to frighten his enemy with words."

Duncan explained the other's meaning.

"Monsieur de Montcalm, we will hear you," the veteran added, more calmly, as Duncan ended.

"To retain the fort is now impossible," said his liberal enemy; "it is necessary to the interests of my master

that it should be destroyed; but as for yourselves and your brave comrades, there is no privilege dear to a

soldier that shall be denied."

"Our colors?" demanded Heyward.

"Carry them to England, and show them to your king."

"Our arms?"

"Keep them; none can use them better."

"Our march; the surrender of the place?"

"Shall all be done in a way most honorable to yourselves."

Duncan now turned to explain these proposals to his commander, who heard him with amazement, and a

sensibility that was deeply touched by so unusual and unexpected generosity.

"Go you, Duncan," he said; "go with this marquess, as, indeed, marquess he should be; go to his marquee and

arrange it all. I have lived to see two things in my old age that never did I expect to behold. An Englishman

afraid to support a friend, and a Frenchman too honest to profit by his advantage."


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So saying, the veteran again dropped his head to his chest, and returned slowly toward the fort, exhibiting, by

the dejection of his air, to the anxious garrison, a harbinger of evil tidings.

From the shock of this unexpected blow the haughty feelings of Munro never recovered; but from that

moment there commenced a change in his determined character, which accompanied him to a speedy grave.

Duncan remained to settle the terms of the capitulation. He was seen to re enter the works during the first

watches of the night, and immediately after a private conference with the commandant, to leave them again.

It was then openly announced that hostilities must ceaseMunro having signed a treaty by which the place

was to be yielded to the enemy, with the morning; the garrison to retain their arms, the colors and their

baggage, and, consequently, according to military opinion, their honor.

CHAPTER 17

"Weave we the woof.

The thread is spun.

The web is wove.

The work is done."Gray

The hostile armies, which lay in the wilds of the Horican, passed the night of the ninth of August, 1757, much

in the manner they would, had they encountered on the fairest field of Europe. While the conquered were

still, sullen, and dejected, the victors triumphed. But there are limits alike to grief and joy; and long before

the watches of the morning came the stillness of those boundless woods was only broken by a gay call from

some exulting young Frenchman of the advanced pickets, or a menacing challenge from the fort, which

sternly forbade the approach of any hostile footsteps before the stipulated moment. Even these occasional

threatening sounds ceased to be heard in that dull hour which precedes the day, at which period a listener

might have sought in vain any evidence of the presence of those armed powers that then slumbered on the

shores of the "holy lake."

It was during these moments of deep silence that the canvas which concealed the entrance to a spacious

marquee in the French encampment was shoved aside, and a man issued from beneath the drapery into the

open air. He was enveloped in a cloak that might have been intended as a protection from the chilling damps

of the woods, but which served equally well as a mantle to conceal his person. He was permitted to pass the

grenadier, who watched over the slumbers of the French commander, without interruption, the man making

the usual salute which betokens military deference, as the other passed swiftly through the little city of tents,

in the direction of William Henry. Whenever this unknown individual encountered one of the numberless

sentinels who crossed his path, his answer was prompt, and, as it appeared, satisfactory; for he was uniformly

allowed to proceed without further interrogation.

With the exception of such repeated but brief interruptions, he had moved silently from the center of the

camp to its most advanced outposts, when he drew nigh the soldier who held his watch nearest to the works

of the enemy. As he approached he was received with the usual challenge:

"Qui vive?"

"France," was the reply.

"Le mot d'ordre?"

"La victorie," said the other, drawing so nigh as to be heard in a loud whisper.


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"C'est bien," returned the sentinel, throwing his musket from the charge to his shoulder; "vous promenez bien

matin, monsieur!"

"Il est necessaire d'etre vigilant, mon enfant," the other observed, dropping a fold of his cloak, and looking

the soldier close in the face as he passed him, still continuing his way toward the British fortification. The

man started; his arms rattled heavily as he threw them forward in the lowest and most respectful salute; and

when he had again recovered his piece, he turned to walk his post, muttering between his teeth:

"Il faut etre vigilant, en verite! je crois que nous avons la, un caporal qui ne dort jamais!"

The officer proceeded, without affecting to hear the words which escaped the sentinel in his surprise; nor did

he again pause until he had reached the low strand, and in a somewhat dangerous vicinity to the western

water bastion of the fort. The light of an obscure moon was just sufficient to render objects, though dim,

perceptible in their outlines. He, therefore, took the precaution to place himself against the trunk of a tree,

where he leaned for many minutes, and seemed to contemplate the dark and silent mounds of the English

works in profound attention. His gaze at the ramparts was not that of a curious or idle spectator; but his looks

wandered from point to point, denoting his knowledge of military usages, and betraying that his search was

not unaccompanied by distrust. At length he appeared satisfied; and having cast his eyes impatiently upward

toward the summit of the eastern mountain, as if anticipating the approach of the morning, he was in the act

of turning on his footsteps, when a light sound on the nearest angle of the bastion caught his ear, and induced

him to remain.

Just then a figure was seen to approach the edge of the rampart, where it stood, apparently contemplating in

its turn the distant tents of the French encampment. Its head was then turned toward the east, as though

equally anxious for the appearance of light, when the form leaned against the mound, and seemed to gaze

upon the glassy expanse of the waters, which, like a submarine firmament, glittered with its thousand mimic

stars. The melancholy air, the hour, together with the vast frame of the man who thus leaned, musing, against

the English ramparts, left no doubt as to his person in the mind of the observant spectator. Delicacy, no less

than prudence, now urged him to retire; and he had moved cautiously round the body of the tree for that

purpose, when another sound drew his attention, and once more arrested his footsteps. It was a low and

almost inaudible movement of the water, and was succeeded by a grating of pebbles one against the other. In

a moment he saw a dark form rise, as it were, out of the lake, and steal without further noise to the land,

within a few feet of the place where he himself stood. A rifle next slowly rose between his eyes and the

watery mirror; but before it could be discharged his own hand was on the lock.

"Hugh!" exclaimed the savage, whose treacherous aim was so singularly and so unexpectedly interrupted.

Without making any reply, the French officer laid his hand on the shoulder of the Indian, and led him in

profound silence to a distance from the spot, where their subsequent dialogue might have proved dangerous,

and where it seemed that one of them, at least, sought a victim. Then throwing open his cloak, so as to expose

his uniform and the cross of St. Louis which was suspended at his breast, Montcalm sternly demanded:

"What means this? Does not my son know that the hatchet is buried between the English and his Canadian

Father?"

"What can the Hurons do?" returned the savage, speaking also, though imperfectly, in the French language.

"Not a warrior has a scalp, and the pale faces make friends!"

"Ha, Le Renard Subtil! Methinks this is an excess of zeal for a friend who was so late an enemy! How many

suns have set since Le Renard struck the warpost of the English?"


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"Where is that sun?" demanded the sullen savage. "Behind the hill; and it is dark and cold. But when he

comes again, it will be bright and warm. Le Subtil is the sun of his tribe. There have been clouds, and many

mountains between him and his nation; but now he shines and it is a clear sky!"

"That Le Renard has power with his people, I well know," said Montcalm; "for yesterday he hunted for their

scalps, and today they hear him at the councilfire."

"Magua is a great chief."

"Let him prove it, by teaching his nation how to conduct themselves toward our new friends."

"Why did the chief of the Canadas bring his young men into the woods, and fire his cannon at the earthen

house?" demanded the subtle Indian.

"To subdue it. My master owns the land, and your father was ordered to drive off these English squatters.

They have consented to go, and now he calls them enemies no longer."

"'Tis well. Magua took the hatchet to color it with blood. It is now bright; when it is red, it shall be buried."

"But Magua is pledged not to sully the lilies of France. The enemies of the great king across the salt lake are

his enemies; his friends, the friends of the Hurons."

"Friends!" repeated the Indian in scorn. "Let his father give Magua a hand."

Montcalm, who felt that his influence over the warlike tribes he had gathered was to be maintained by

concession rather than by power, complied reluctantly with the other's request. The savage placed the fingers

of the French commander on a deep scar in his bosom, and then exultingly demanded:

"Does my father know that?"

"What warrior does not? 'Tis where a leaden bullet has cut."

"And this?" continued the Indian, who had turned his naked back to the other, his body being without its

usual calico mantle.

"This!my son has been sadly injured here; who has done this?"

"Magua slept hard in the English wigwams, and the sticks have left their mark," returned the savage, with a

hollow laugh, which did not conceal the fierce temper that nearly choked him. Then, recollecting himself,

with sudden and native dignity, he added: "Go; teach your young men it is peace. Le Renard Subtil knows

how to speak to a Huron warrior."

Without deigning to bestow further words, or to wait for any answer, the savage cast his rifle into the hollow

of his arm, and moved silently through the encampment toward the woods where his own tribe was known to

lie. Every few yards as he proceeded he was challenged by the sentinels; but he stalked sullenly onward,

utterly disregarding the summons of the soldiers, who only spared his life because they knew the air and tread

no less than the obstinate daring of an Indian.

Montcalm lingered long and melancholy on the strand where he had been left by his companion, brooding

deeply on the temper which his ungovernable ally had just discovered. Already had his fair fame been

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himself. As he mused he became keenly sensible of the deep responsibility they assume who disregard the

means to attain the end, and of all the danger of setting in motion an engine which it exceeds human power to

control. Then shaking off a train of reflections that he accounted a weakness in such a moment of triumph, he

retraced his steps toward his tent, giving the order as he passed to make the signal that should arouse the army

from its slumbers.

The first tap of the French drums was echoed from the bosom of the fort, and presently the valley was filled

with the strains of martial music, rising long, thrilling and lively above the rattling accompaniment. The

horns of the victors sounded merry and cheerful flourishes, until the last laggard of the camp was at his post;

but the instant the British fifes had blown their shrill signal, they became mute. In the meantime the day had

dawned, and when the line of the French army was ready to receive its general, the rays of a brilliant sun

were glancing along the glittering array. Then that success, which was already so well known, was officially

announced; the favored band who were selected to guard the gates of the fort were detailed, and defiled

before their chief; the signal of their approach was given, and all the usual preparations for a change of

masters were ordered and executed directly under the guns of the contested works.

A very different scene presented itself within the lines of the AngloAmerican army. As soon as the warning

signal was given, it exhibited all the signs of a hurried and forced departure. The sullen soldiers shouldered

their empty tubes and fell into their places, like men whose blood had been heated by the past contest, and

who only desired the opportunity to revenge an indignity which was still wounding to their pride, concealed

as it was under the observances of military etiquette.

Women and children ran from place to place, some bearing the scanty remnants of their baggage, and others

searching in the ranks for those countenances they looked up to for protection.

Munro appeared among his silent troops firm but dejected. It was evident that the unexpected blow had struck

deep into his heart, though he struggled to sustain his misfortune with the port of a man.

Duncan was touched at the quiet and impressive exhibition of his grief. He had discharged his own duty, and

he now pressed to the side of the old man, to know in what particular he might serve him.

"My daughters," was the brief but expressive reply.

"Good heavens! are not arrangements already made for their convenience?"

"Today I am only a soldier, Major Heyward," said the veteran. "All that you see here, claim alike to be my

children."

Duncan had heard enough. Without losing one of those moments which had now become so precious, he flew

toward the quarters of Munro, in quest of the sisters. He found them on the threshold of the low edifice,

already prepared to depart, and surrounded by a clamorous and weeping assemblage of their own sex, that

had gathered about the place, with a sort of instinctive consciousness that it was the point most likely to be

protected. Though the cheeks of Cora were pale and her countenance anxious, she had lost none of her

firmness; but the eyes of Alice were inflamed, and betrayed how long and bitterly she had wept. They both,

however, received the young man with undisguised pleasure; the former, for a novelty, being the first to

speak.

"The fort is lost," she said, with a melancholy smile; "though our good name, I trust, remains."

"'Tis brighter than ever. But, dearest Miss Munro, it is time to think less of others, and to make some

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that your father and I should for a little while continue with the troops. Then where to seek a proper protector

for you against the confusion and chances of such a scene?"

"None is necessary," returned Cora; "who will dare to injure or insult the daughter of such a father, at a time

like this?"

"I would not leave you alone," continued the youth, looking about him in a hurried manner, "for the

command of the best regiment in the pay of the king. Remember, our Alice is not gifted with all your

firmness, and God only knows the terror she might endure."

"You may be right," Cora replied, smiling again, but far more sadly than before. "Listen! chance has already

sent us a friend when he is most needed."

Duncan did listen, and on the instant comprehended her meaning. The low and serious sounds of the sacred

music, so well known to the eastern provinces, caught his ear, and instantly drew him to an apartment in an

adjacent building, which had already been deserted by its customary tenants. There he found David, pouring

out his pious feelings through the only medium in which he ever indulged. Duncan waited, until, by the

cessation of the movement of the hand, he believed the strain was ended, when, by touching his shoulder, he

drew the attention of the other to himself, and in a few words explained his wishes.

"Even so," replied the singleminded disciple of the King of Israel, when the young man had ended; "I have

found much that is comely and melodious in the maidens, and it is fitting that we who have consorted in so

much peril, should abide together in peace. I will attend them, when I have completed my morning praise, to

which nothing is now wanting but the doxology. Wilt thou bear a part, friend? The meter is common, and the

tune 'Southwell'."

Then, extending the little volume, and giving the pitch of the air anew with considerate attention, David

recommenced and finished his strains, with a fixedness of manner that it was not easy to interrupt. Heyward

was fain to wait until the verse was ended; when, seeing David relieving himself from the spectacles, and

replacing the book, he continued.

"It will be your duty to see that none dare to approach the ladies with any rude intention, or to offer insult or

taunt at the misfortune of their brave father. In this task you will be seconded by the domestics of their

household."

"Even so."

"It is possible that the Indians and stragglers of the enemy may intrude, in which case you will remind them

of the terms of the capitulation, and threaten to report their conduct to Montcalm. A word will suffice."

"If not, I have that here which shall," returned David, exhibiting his book, with an air in which meekness and

confidence were singularly blended. Here are words which, uttered, or rather thundered, with proper

emphasis, and in measured time, shall quiet the most unruly temper:

"'Why rage the heathen furiously'?"

"Enough," said Heyward, interrupting the burst of his musical invocation; "we understand each other; it is

time that we should now assume our respective duties."

Gamut cheerfully assented, and together they sought the females. Cora received her new and somewhat

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their native archness as she thanked Heyward for his care. Duncan took occasion to assure them he had done

the best that circumstances permitted, and, as he believed, quite enough for the security of their feelings; of

danger there was none. He then spoke gladly of his intention to rejoin them the moment he had led the

advance a few miles toward the Hudson, and immediately took his leave.

By this time the signal for departure had been given, and the head of the English column was in motion. The

sisters started at the sound, and glancing their eyes around, they saw the white uniforms of the French

grenadiers, who had already taken possession of the gates of the fort. At that moment an enormous cloud

seemed to pass suddenly above their heads, and, looking upward, they discovered that they stood beneath the

wide folds of the standard of France.

"Let us go," said Cora; "this is no longer a fit place for the children of an English officer."

Alice clung to the arm of her sister, and together they left the parade, accompanied by the moving throng that

surrounded them.

As they passed the gates, the French officers, who had learned their rank, bowed often and low, forbearing,

however, to intrude those attentions which they saw, with peculiar tact, might not be agreeable. As every

vehicle and each beast of burden was occupied by the sick and wounded, Cora had decided to endure the

fatigues of a foot march, rather than interfere with their comforts. Indeed, many a maimed and feeble soldier

was compelled to drag his exhausted limbs in the rear of the columns, for the want of the necessary means of

conveyance in that wilderness. The whole, however, was in motion; the weak and wounded, groaning and in

suffering; their comrades silent and sullen; and the women and children in terror, they knew not of what.

As the confused and timid throng left the protecting mounds of the fort, and issued on the open plain, the

whole scene was at once presented to their eyes. At a little distance on the right, and somewhat in the rear, the

French army stood to their arms, Montcalm having collected his parties, so soon as his guards had possession

of the works. They were attentive but silent observers of the proceedings of the vanquished, failing in none of

the stipulated military honors, and offering no taunt or insult, in their success, to their less fortunate foes.

Living masses of the English, to the amount, in the whole, of near three thousand, were moving slowly across

the plain, toward the common center, and gradually approached each other, as they converged to the point of

their march, a vista cut through the lofty trees, where the road to the Hudson entered the forest. Along the

sweeping borders of the woods hung a dark cloud of savages, eyeing the passage of their enemies, and

hovering at a distance, like vultures who were only kept from swooping on their prey by the presence and

restraint of a superior army. A few had straggled among the conquered columns, where they stalked in sullen

discontent; attentive, though, as yet, passive observers of the moving multitude.

The advance, with Heyward at its head, had already reached the defile, and was slowly disappearing, when

the attention of Cora was drawn to a collection of stragglers by the sounds of contention. A truant provincial

was paying the forfeit of his disobedience, by being plundered of those very effects which had caused him to

desert his place in the ranks. The man was of powerful frame, and too avaricious to part with his goods

without a struggle. Individuals from either party interfered; the one side to prevent and the other to aid in the

robbery. Voices grew loud and angry, and a hundred savages appeared, as it were, by magic, where a dozen

only had been seen a minute before. It was then that Cora saw the form of Magua gliding among his

countrymen, and speaking with his fatal and artful eloquence. The mass of women and children stopped, and

hovered together like alarmed and fluttering birds. But the cupidity of the Indian was soon gratified, and the

different bodies again moved slowly onward.

The savages now fell back, and seemed content to let their enemies advance without further molestation. But,

as the female crowd approached them, the gaudy colors of a shawl attracted the eyes of a wild and untutored

Huron. He advanced to seize it without the least hesitation. The woman, more in terror than through love of


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the ornament, wrapped her child in the coveted article, and folded both more closely to her bosom. Cora was

in the act of speaking, with an intent to advise the woman to abandon the trifle, when the savage relinquished

his hold of the shawl, and tore the screaming infant from her arms. Abandoning everything to the greedy

grasp of those around her, the mother darted, with distraction in her mien, to reclaim her child. The Indian

smiled grimly, and extended one hand, in sign of a willingness to exchange, while, with the other, he

flourished the babe over his head, holding it by the feet as if to enhance the value of the ransom.

"Hereherethereallanyeverything!" exclaimed the breathless woman, tearing the lighter articles

of dress from her person with illdirected and trembling fingers; "take all, but give me my babe!"

The savage spurned the worthless rags, and perceiving that the shawl had already become a prize to another,

his bantering but sullen smile changing to a gleam of ferocity, he dashed the head of the infant against a rock,

and cast its quivering remains to her very feet. 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. She was spared the sin of such a prayer for, maddened at his disappointment, and excited at the

sight of blood, the Huron mercifully drove his tomahawk into her own brain. 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.

At that dangerous moment, Magua placed his hands to his mouth, and raised the fatal and appalling whoop.

The scattered Indians started at the wellknown cry, as coursers bound at the signal to quit the goal; and

directly there arose such a yell along the plain, and through the arches of the wood, as seldom burst from

human lips before. They who heard it listened with a curdling horror at the heart, little inferior to that dread

which may be expected to attend the blasts of the final summons.

More than two thousand raving savages broke from the forest at the signal, and threw themselves across the

fatal plain with instinctive alacrity. We shall not dwell on the revolting horrors that succeeded. Death was

everywhere, and in his most terrific and disgusting aspects. Resistance only served to inflame the murderers,

who inflicted their furious blows long after their victims were beyond the power of their resentment. The

flow of blood might be likened to the outbreaking of a torrent; and as the natives became heated and

maddened by the sight, many among them even kneeled to the earth, and drank freely, exultingly, hellishly,

of the crimson tide.

The trained bodies of the troops threw themselves quickly into solid masses, endeavoring to awe their

assailants by the imposing appearance of a military front. The experiment in some measure succeeded,

though far too many suffered their unloaded muskets to be torn from their hands, in the vain hope of

appeasing the savages.

In such a scene none had leisure to note the fleeting moments. It might have been ten minutes (it seemed an

age) that the sisters had stood riveted to one spot, horror stricken and nearly helpless. When the first blow

was struck, their screaming companions had pressed upon them in a body, rendering flight impossible; and

now that fear or death had scattered most, if not all, from around them, they saw no avenue open, but such as

conducted to the tomahawks of their foes. On every side arose shrieks, groans, exhortations and curses. At

this moment, Alice caught a glimpse of the vast form of her father, moving rapidly across the plain, in the

direction of the French army. He was, in truth, proceeding to Montcalm, fearless of every danger, to claim the

tardy escort for which he had before conditioned. Fifty glittering axes and barbed spears were offered

unheeded at his life, but the savages respected his rank and calmness, even in their fury. The dangerous

weapons were brushed aside by the still nervous arm of the veteran, or fell of themselves, after menacing an

act that it would seem no one had courage to perform. Fortunately, the vindictive Magua was searching for

his victim in the very band the veteran had just quitted.


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"Fatherfatherwe are here!" shrieked Alice, as he passed, at no great distance, without appearing to heed

them. "Come to us, father, or we die!"

The cry was repeated, and in terms and tones that might have melted a heart of stone, but it was unanswered.

Once, indeed, the old man appeared to catch the sound, for he paused and listened; but Alice had dropped

senseless on the earth, and Cora had sunk at her side, hovering in untiring tenderness over her lifeless form.

Munro shook his head in disappointment, and proceeded, bent on the high duty of his station.

"Lady," said Gamut, who, helpless and useless as he was, had not yet dreamed of deserting his trust, "it is the

jubilee of the devils, and this is not a meet place for Christians to tarry in. Let us up and fly."

"Go," said Cora, still gazing at her unconscious sister; "save thyself. To me thou canst not be of further use."

David comprehended the unyielding character of her resolution, by the simple but expressive gesture that

accompanied her words. He gazed for a moment at the dusky forms that were acting their hellish rites on

every side of him, and his tall person grew more erect while his chest heaved, and every feature swelled, and

seemed to speak with the power of the feelings by which he was governed.

"If the Jewish boy might tame the great spirit of Saul by the sound of his harp, and the words of sacred song,

it may not be amiss," he said, "to try the potency of music here."

Then raising his voice to its highest tone, he poured out a strain so powerful as to be heard even amid the din

of that bloody field. More than one savage rushed toward them, thinking to rifle the unprotected sisters of

their attire, and bear away their scalps; but when they found this strange and unmoved figure riveted to his

post, they paused to listen. Astonishment soon changed to admiration, and they passed on to other and less

courageous victims, openly expressing their satisfaction at the firmness with which the white warrior sang his

death song. Encouraged and deluded by his success, David exerted all his powers to extend what he believed

so holy an influence. The unwonted sounds caught the ears of a distant savage, who flew raging from group

to group, like one who, scorning to touch the vulgar herd, hunted for some victim more worthy of his renown.

It was Magua, who uttered a yell of pleasure when he beheld his ancient prisoners again at his mercy.

"Come," he said, laying his soiled hands on the dress of Cora, "the wigwam of the Huron is still open. Is it

not better than this place?"

"Away!" cried Cora, veiling her eyes from his revolting aspect.

The Indian laughed tauntingly, as he held up his reeking hand, and answered: "It is red, but it comes from

white veins!"

"Monster! there is blood, oceans of blood, upon thy soul; thy spirit has moved this scene."

"Magua is a great chief!" returned the exulting savage, "will the darkhair go to his tribe?"

"Never! strike if thou wilt, and complete thy revenge." He hesitated a moment, and then catching the light

and senseless form of Alice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plain toward the woods.

"Hold!" shrieked Cora, following wildly on his footsteps; "release the child! wretch! what is't you do?"

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"Stayladystay," called Gamut, after the unconscious Cora. "The holy charm is beginning to be felt, and

soon shalt thou see this horrid tumult stilled."

Perceiving that, in his turn, he was unheeded, the faithful David followed the distracted sister, raising his

voice again in sacred song, and sweeping the air to the measure, with his long arm, in diligent

accompaniment. In this manner they traversed the plain, through the flying, the wounded and the dead. The

fierce Huron was, at any time, sufficient for himself and the victim that he bore; though Cora would have

fallen more than once under the blows of her savage enemies, but for the extraordinary being who stalked in

her rear, and who now appeared to the astonished natives gifted with the protecting spirit of madness.

Magua, who knew how to avoid the more pressing dangers, and also to elude pursuit, entered the woods

through a low ravine, where he quickly found the Narragansetts, which the travelers had abandoned so

shortly before, awaiting his appearance, in custody of a savage as fierce and malign in his expression as

himself. Laying Alice on one of the horses, he made a sign to Cora to mount the other.

Notwithstanding the horror excited by the presence of her captor, there was a present relief in escaping from

the bloody scene enacting on the plain, to which Cora could not be altogether insensible. She took her seat,

and held forth her arms for her sister, with an air of entreaty and love that even the Huron could not deny.

Placing Alice, then, on the same animal with Cora, he seized the bridle, and commenced his route by

plunging deeper into the forest. David, perceiving that he was left alone, utterly disregarded as a subject too

worthless even to destroy, threw his long limb across the saddle of the beast they had deserted, and made

such progress in the pursuit as the difficulties of the path permitted.

They soon began to ascend; but as the motion had a tendency to revive the dormant faculties of her sister, the

attention of Cora was too much divided between the tenderest solicitude in her behalf, and in listening to the

cries which were still too audible on the plain, to note the direction in which they journeyed. When, however,

they gained the flattened surface of the mountaintop, and approached the eastern precipice, she recognized

the spot to which she had once before been led under the more friendly auspices of the scout. Here Magua

suffered them to dismount; and notwithstanding their own captivity, the curiosity which seems inseparable

from horror, induced them to gaze at the sickening sight below.

The cruel work was still unchecked. On every side the captured were flying before their relentless

persecutors, while the armed columns of the Christian king stood fast in an apathy which has never been

explained, and which has left an immovable blot on the otherwise fair escutcheon of their leader. Nor was the

sword of death stayed until cupidity got the mastery of revenge. Then, indeed, the shrieks of the wounded,

and the yells of their murderers grew less frequent, until, finally, the cries of horror were lost to their ear, or

were drowned in the loud, long and piercing whoops of the triumphant savages.

CHAPTER 18

"Why, anything;

An honorable murderer, if you will;

For naught I did in hate, but all in honor."Othello

The bloody and inhuman scene rather incidentally mentioned than described in the preceding chapter, is

conspicuous in the pages of colonial history by the merited title of "The Massacre of William Henry." It so

far deepened the stain which a previous and very similar event had left upon the reputation of the French

commander that it was not entirely erased by his early and glorious death. It is now becoming obscured by

time; and thousands, who know that Montcalm died like a hero on the plains of Abraham, have yet to learn

how much he was deficient in that moral courage without which no man can be truly great. Pages might yet

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generous sentiments, high courtesy, and chivalrous courage to lose their influence beneath the chilling blight

of selfishness, and to exhibit to the world a man who was great in all the minor attributes of character, but

who was found wanting when it became necessary to prove how much principle is superior to policy. But the

task would exceed our prerogatives; and, as history, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an

atmosphere of imaginary brightness, it is probable that Louis de Saint Veran will be viewed by posterity only

as the gallant defender of his country, while his cruel apathy on the shores of the Oswego and of the Horican

will be forgotten. Deeply regretting this weakness on the part of a sister muse, we shall at once retire from her

sacred precincts, within the proper limits of our own humble vocation.

The third day from the capture of the fort was drawing to a close, but the business of the narrative must still

detain the reader on the shores of the "holy lake." When last seen, the environs of the works were filled with

violence and uproar. They were now possessed by stillness and death. The bloodstained conquerors had

departed; and their camp, which had so lately rung with the merry rejoicings of a victorious army, lay a silent

and deserted city of huts. The fortress was a smoldering ruin; charred rafters, fragments of exploded artillery,

and rent masonwork covering its earthen mounds in confused disorder.

A frightful change had also occurred in the season. The sun had hid its warmth behind an impenetrable mass

of vapor, and hundreds of human forms, which had blackened beneath the fierce heats of August, were

stiffening in their deformity before the blasts of a premature November. The curling and spotless mists,

which had been seen sailing above the hills toward the north, were now returning in an interminable dusky

sheet, that was urged along by the fury of a tempest. The crowded mirror of the Horican was gone; and, in its

place, the green and angry waters lashed the shores, as if indignantly casting back its impurities to the

polluted strand. Still the clear fountain retained a portion of its charmed influence, but it reflected only the

somber gloom that fell from the impending heavens. That humid and congenial atmosphere which commonly

adorned the view, veiling its harshness, and softening its asperities, had disappeared, the northern air poured

across the waste of water so harsh and unmingled, that nothing was left to be conjectured by the eye, or

fashioned by the fancy.

The fiercer element had cropped the verdure of the plain, which looked as though it were scathed by the

consuming lightning. But, here and there, a dark green tuft rose in the midst of the desolation; the earliest

fruits of a soil that had been fattened with human blood. The whole landscape, which, seen by a favoring

light, and in a genial temperature, had been found so lovely, appeared now like some pictured allegory of life,

in which objects were arrayed in their harshest but truest colors, and without the relief of any shadowing.

The solitary and arid blades of grass arose from the passing gusts fearfully perceptible; the bold and rocky

mountains were too distinct in their barrenness, and the eye even sought relief, in vain, by attempting to

pierce the illimitable void of heaven, which was shut to its gaze by the dusky sheet of ragged and driving

vapor.

The wind blew unequally; sometimes sweeping heavily along the ground, seeming to whisper its moanings in

the cold ears of the dead, then rising in a shrill and mournful whistling, it entered the forest with a rush that

filled the air with the leaves and branches it scattered in its path. Amid the unnatural shower, a few hungry

ravens struggled with the gale; but no sooner was the green ocean of woods which stretched beneath them,

passed, than they gladly stopped, at random, to their hideous banquet.

In short, it was a scene of wildness and desolation; and it appeared as if all who had profanely entered it had

been stricken, at a blow, by the relentless arm of death. But the prohibition had ceased; and for the first time

since the perpetrators of those foul deeds which had assisted to disfigure the scene were gone, living human

beings had now presumed to approach the place.


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About an hour before the setting of the sun, on the day already mentioned, the forms of five men might have

been seen issuing from the narrow vista of trees, where the path to the Hudson entered the forest, and

advancing in the direction of the ruined works. At first their progress was slow and guarded, as though they

entered with reluctance amid the horrors of the post, or dreaded the renewal of its frightful incidents. A light

figure preceded the rest of the party, with the caution and activity of a native; ascending every hillock to

reconnoiter, and indicating by gestures, to his companions, the route he deemed it most prudent to pursue.

Nor were those in the rear wanting in every caution and foresight known to forest warfare. One among them,

he also was an Indian, moved a little on one flank, and watched the margin of the woods, with eyes long

accustomed to read the smallest sign of danger. The remaining three were white, though clad in vestments

adapted, both in quality and color, to their present hazardous pursuitthat of hanging on the skirts of a

retiring army in the wilderness.

The effects produced by the appalling sights that constantly arose in their path to the lake shore, were as

different as the characters of the respective individuals who composed the party. The youth in front threw

serious but furtive glances at the mangled victims, as he stepped lightly across the plain, afraid to exhibit his

feelings, and yet too inexperienced to quell entirely their sudden and powerful influence. His red associate,

however, was superior to such a weakness. He passed the groups of dead with a steadiness of purpose, and an

eye so calm, that nothing but long and inveterate practise could enable him to maintain. The sensations

produced in the minds of even the white men were different, though uniformly sorrowful. One, whose gray

locks and furrowed lineaments, blending with a martial air and tread, betrayed, in spite of the disguise of a

woodsman's dress, a man long experienced in scenes of war, was not ashamed to groan aloud, whenever a

spectacle of more than usual horror came under his view. The young man at his elbow shuddered, but seemed

to suppress his feelings in tenderness to his companion. Of them all, the straggler who brought up the rear

appeared alone to betray his real thoughts, without fear of observation or dread of consequences. He gazed at

the most appalling sight with eyes and muscles that knew not how to waver, but with execrations so bitter and

deep as to denote how much he denounced the crime of his enemies.

The reader will perceive at once, in these respective characters, the Mohicans, and their white friend, the

scout; together with Munro and Heyward. It was, in truth, the father in quest of his children, attended by the

youth who felt so deep a stake in their happiness, and those brave and trusty foresters, who had already

proved their skill and fidelity through the trying scenes related.

When Uncas, who moved in front, had reached the center of the plain, he raised a cry that drew his

companions in a body to the spot. The young warrior had halted over a group of females who lay in a cluster,

a confused mass of dead. Notwithstanding the revolting horror of the exhibition, Munro and Heyward flew

toward the festering heap, endeavoring, with a love that no unseemliness could extinguish, to discover

whether any vestiges of those they sought were to be seen among the tattered and manycolored garments.

The father and the lover found instant relief in the search; though each was condemned again to experience

the misery of an uncertainty that was hardly less insupportable than the most revolting truth. They were

standing, silent and thoughtful, around the melancholy pile, when the scout approached. Eyeing the sad

spectacle with an angry countenance, the sturdy woodsman, for the first time since his entering the plain,

spoke intelligibly and aloud:

"I have been on many a shocking field, and have followed a trail of blood for weary miles," he said, "but

never have I found the hand of the devil so plain as it is here to be seen! Revenge is an Indian feeling, and all

who know me know that there is no cross in my veins; but this much will I sayhere, in the face of heaven,

and with the power of the Lord so manifest in this howling wildernessthat should these Frenchers ever

trust themselves again within the range of a ragged bullet, there is one rifle which shall play its part so long as

flint will fire or powder burn! I leave the tomahawk and knife to such as have a natural gift to use them. What

say you, Chingachgook," he added, in Delaware; "shall the Hurons boast of this to their women when the

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A gleam of resentment flashed across the dark lineaments of the Mohican chief; he loosened his knife in his

sheath; and then turning calmly from the sight, his countenance settled into a repose as deep as if he knew the

instigation of passion.

"Montcalm! Montcalm!" continued the deeply resentful and less selfrestrained scout; "they say a time must

come when all the deeds done in the flesh will be seen at a single look; and that by eyes cleared from mortal

infirmities. Woe betide the wretch who is born to behold this plain, with the judgment hanging about his soul!

Haas I am a man of white blood, yonder lies a redskin, without the hair of his head where nature rooted

it! Look to him, Delaware; it may be one of your missing people; and he should have burial like a stout

warrior. I see it in your eye, Sagamore; a Huron pays for this, afore the fall winds have blown away the scent

of the blood!"

Chingachgook approached the mutilated form, and, turning it over, he found the distinguishing marks of one

of those six allied tribes, or nations, as they were called, who, while they fought in the English ranks, were so

deadly hostile to his own people. Spurning the loathsome object with his foot, he turned from it with the same

indifference he would have quitted a brute carcass. The scout comprehended the action, and very deliberately

pursued his own way, continuing, however, his denunciations against the French commander in the same

resentful strain.

"Nothing but vast wisdom and unlimited power should dare to sweep off men in multitudes," he added; "for it

is only the one that can know the necessity of the judgment; and what is there, short of the other, that can

replace the creatures of the Lord? I hold it a sin to kill the second buck afore the first is eaten, unless a march

in front, or an ambushment, be contemplated. It is a different matter with a few warriors in open and rugged

fight, for 'tis their gift to die with the rifle or the tomahawk in hand; according as their natures may happen to

be, white or red. Uncas, come this way, lad, and let the ravens settle upon the Mingo. I know, from often

seeing it, that they have a craving for the flesh of an Oneida; and it is as well to let the bird follow the gift of

its natural appetite."

"Hugh!" exclaimed the young Mohican, rising on the extremities of his feet, and gazing intently in his front,

frightening the ravens to some other prey by the sound and the action.

"What is it, boy?" whispered the scout, lowering his tall form into a crouching attitude, like a panther about to

take his leap; "God send it be a tardy Frencher, skulking for plunder. I do believe 'killdeer' would take an

uncommon range today!"

Uncas, without making any reply, bounded away from the spot, and in the next instant he was seen tearing

from a bush, and waving in triumph, a fragment of the green ridingveil of Cora. The movement, the

exhibition, and the cry which again burst from the lips of the young Mohican, instantly drew the whole party

about him.

"My child!" said Munro, speaking quickly and wildly; "give me my child!"

"Uncas will try," was the short and touching answer.

The simple but meaning assurance was lost on the father, who seized the piece of gauze, and crushed it in his

hand, while his eyes roamed fearfully among the bushes, as if he equally dreaded and hoped for the secrets

they might reveal.

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"That's manifest; and clearer than the heavens above our heads," returned the undisturbed scout; "but either

she, or they that have robbed her, have passed the bush; for I remember the rag she wore to hide a face that all

did love to look upon. Uncas, you are right; the darkhair has been here, and she has fled like a frightened

fawn, to the wood; none who could fly would remain to be murdered. Let us search for the marks she left;

for, to Indian eyes, I sometimes think a hummingbird leaves his trail in the air."

The young Mohican darted away at the suggestion, and the scout had hardly done speaking, before the former

raised a cry of success from the margin of the forest. On reaching the spot, the anxious party perceived

another portion of the veil fluttering on the lower branch of a beech.

"Softly, softly," said the scout, extending his long rifle in front of the eager Heyward; "we now know our

work, but the beauty of the trail must not be deformed. A step too soon may give us hours of trouble. We

have them, though; that much is beyond denial."

"Bless ye, bless ye, worthy man!" exclaimed Munro; "whither then, have they fled, and where are my babes?"

"The path they have taken depends on many chances. If they have gone alone, they are quite as likely to

move in a circle as straight, and they may be within a dozen miles of us; but if the Hurons, or any of the

French Indians, have laid hands on them, 'tis probably they are now near the borders of the Canadas. But

what matters that?" continued the deliberate scout, observing the powerful anxiety and disappointment the

listeners exhibited; "here are the Mohicans and I on one end of the trail, and, rely on it, we find the other,

though they should be a hundred leagues asunder! Gently, gently, Uncas, you are as impatient as a man in the

settlements; you forget that light feet leave but faint marks!"

"Hugh!" exclaimed Chingachgook, who had been occupied in examining an opening that had been evidently

made through the low underbrush which skirted the forest; and who now stood erect, as he pointed

downward, in the attitude and with the air of a man who beheld a disgusting serpent.

"Here is the palpable impression of the footstep of a man," cried Heyward, bending over the indicated spot;

"he has trod in the margin of this pool, and the mark cannot be mistaken. They are captives."

"Better so than left to starve in the wilderness," returned the scout; "and they will leave a wider trail. I would

wager fifty beaver skins against as many flints, that the Mohicans and I enter their wigwams within the

month! Stoop to it, Uncas, and try what you can make of the moccasin; for moccasin it plainly is, and no

shoe."

The young Mohican bent over the track, and removing the scattered leaves from around the place, he

examined it with much of that sort of scrutiny that a money dealer, in these days of pecuniary doubts, would

bestow on a suspected due bill. At length he arose from his knees, satisfied with the result of the

examination.

"Well, boy," demanded the attentive scout; "what does it say? Can you make anything of the telltale?"

"Le Renard Subtil!"

"Ha! that rampaging devil again! there will never be an end of his loping till 'killdeer' has said a friendly word

to him."

Heyward reluctantly admitted the truth of this intelligence, and now expressed rather his hopes than his

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"One moccasin is so much like another, it is probable there is some mistake."

"One moccasin like another! you may as well say that one foot is like another; though we all know that some

are long, and others short; some broad and others narrow; some with high, and some with low insteps; some

intoed, and some out. One moccasin is no more like another than one book is like another: though they who

can read in one are seldom able to tell the marks of the other. Which is all ordered for the best, giving to

every man his natural advantages. Let me get down to it, Uncas; neither book nor moccasin is the worse for

having two opinions, instead of one." The scout stooped to the task, and instantly added:

"You are right, boy; here is the patch we saw so often in the other chase. And the fellow will drink when he

can get an opportunity; your drinking Indian always learns to walk with a wider toe than the natural savage, it

being the gift of a drunkard to straddle, whether of white or red skin. 'Tis just the length and breadth, too!

look at it, Sagamore; you measured the prints more than once, when we hunted the varmints from Glenn's to

the health springs."

Chingachgook complied; and after finishing his short examination, he arose, and with a quiet demeanor, he

merely pronounced the word:

"Magua!"

"Ay, 'tis a settled thing; here, then, have passed the dark hair and Magua."

"And not Alice?" demanded Heyward.

"Of her we have not yet seen the signs," returned the scout, looking closely around at the trees, the bushes

and the ground. "What have we there? Uncas, bring hither the thing you see dangling from yonder

thornbush."

When the Indian had complied, the scout received the prize, and holding it on high, he laughed in his silent

but heartfelt manner.

"'Tis the tooting we'pon of the singer! now we shall have a trail a priest might travel," he said. "Uncas, look

for the marks of a shoe that is long enough to uphold six feet two of tottering human flesh. I begin to have

some hopes of the fellow, since he has given up squalling to follow some better trade."

"At least he has been faithful to his trust," said Heyward. "And Cora and Alice are not without a friend."

"Yes," said Hawkeye, dropping his rifle, and leaning on it with an air of visible contempt, "he will do their

singing. Can he slay a buck for their dinner; journey by the moss on the beeches, or cut the throat of a Huron?

If not, the first catbird* he meets is the cleverer of the two. Well, boy, any signs of such a foundation?"

* The powers of the American mockingbird are generally known. But the true mockingbird is not found so

far north as the state of New York, where it has, however, two substitutes of inferior excellence, the catbird,

so often named by the scout, and the bird vulgarly called groundthresher. Either of these last two birds is

superior to the nightingale or the lark, though, in general, the American birds are less musical than those of

Europe.

"Here is something like the footstep of one who has worn a shoe; can it be that of our friend?"

"Touch the leaves lightly or you'll disconsart the formation. That! that is the print of a foot, but 'tis the

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it with his heel."

"Where! let me look on the footsteps of my child," said Munro, shoving the bushes aside, and bending fondly

over the nearly obliterated impression. Though the tread which had left the mark had been light and rapid, it

was still plainly visible. The aged soldier examined it with eyes that grew dim as he gazed; nor did he rise

from this stooping posture until Heyward saw that he had watered the trace of his daughter's passage with a

scalding tear. Willing to divert a distress which threatened each moment to break through the restraint of

appearances, by giving the veteran something to do, the young man said to the scout:

"As we now possess these infallible signs, let us commence our march. A moment, at such a time, will appear

an age to the captives."

"It is not the swiftest leaping deer that gives the longest chase," returned Hawkeye, without moving his eyes

from the different marks that had come under his view; "we know that the rampaging Huron has passed, and

the darkhair, and the singer, but where is she of the yellow locks and blue eyes? Though little, and far from

being as bold as her sister, she is fair to the view, and pleasant in discourse. Has she no friend, that none care

for her?"

"God forbid she should ever want hundreds! Are we not now in her pursuit? For one, I will never cease the

search till she be found."

"In that case we may have to journey by different paths; for here she has not passed, light and little as her

footsteps would be."

Heyward drew back, all his ardor to proceed seeming to vanish on the instant. Without attending to this

sudden change in the other's humor, the scout after musing a moment continued:

"There is no woman in this wilderness could leave such a print as that, but the darkhair or her sister. We

know that the first has been here, but where are the signs of the other? Let us push deeper on the trail, and if

nothing offers, we must go back to the plain and strike another scent. Move on, Uncas, and keep your eyes on

the dried leaves. I will watch the bushes, while your father shall run with a low nose to the ground. Move on,

friends; the sun is getting behind the hills."

"Is there nothing that I can do?" demanded the anxious Heyward.

"You?" repeated the scout, who, with his red friends, was already advancing in the order he had prescribed;

"yes, you can keep in our rear and be careful not to cross the trail."

Before they had proceeded many rods, the Indians stopped, and appeared to gaze at some signs on the earth

with more than their usual keenness. Both father and son spoke quick and loud, now looking at the object of

their mutual admiration, and now regarding each other with the most unequivocal pleasure.

"They have found the little foot!" exclaimed the scout, moving forward, without attending further to his own

portion of the duty. "What have we here? An ambushment has been planted in the spot! No, by the truest rifle

on the frontiers, here have been them onesided horses again! Now the whole secret is out, and all is plain as

the north star at midnight. Yes, here they have mounted. There the beasts have been bound to a sapling, in

waiting; and yonder runs the broad path away to the north, in full sweep for the Canadas."

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"Unless the shining bauble Uncas has just lifted from the ground should prove one. Pass it this way, lad, that

we may look at it."

Heyward instantly knew it for a trinket that Alice was fond of wearing, and which he recollected, with the

tenacious memory of a lover, to have seen, on the fatal morning of the massacre, dangling from the fair neck

of his mistress. He seized the highly prized jewel; and as he proclaimed the fact, it vanished from the eyes of

the wondering scout, who in vain looked for it on the ground, long after it was warmly pressed against the

beating heart of Duncan.

"Pshaw!" said the disappointed Hawkeye, ceasing to rake the leaves with the breech of his rifle; "'tis a certain

sign of age, when the sight begins to weaken. Such a glittering gewgaw, and not to be seen! Well, well, I can

squint along a clouded barrel yet, and that is enough to settle all disputes between me and the Mingoes. I

should like to find the thing, too, if it were only to carry it to the right owner, and that would be bringing the

two ends of what I call a long trail together, for by this time the broad St. Lawrence, or perhaps, the Great

Lakes themselves, are between us."

"So much the more reason why we should not delay our march," returned Heyward; "let us proceed."

"Young blood and hot blood, they say, are much the same thing. We are not about to start on a squirrel hunt,

or to drive a deer into the Horican, but to outlie for days and nights, and to stretch across a wilderness where

the feet of men seldom go, and where no bookish knowledge would carry you through harmless. An Indian

never starts on such an expedition without smoking over his councilfire; and, though a man of white blood, I

honor their customs in this particular, seeing that they are deliberate and wise. We will, therefore, go back,

and light our fire tonight in the ruins of the old fort, and in the morning we shall be fresh, and ready to

undertake our work like men, and not like babbling women or eager boys."

Heyward saw, by the manner of the scout, that altercation would be useless. Munro had again sunk into that

sort of apathy which had beset him since his late overwhelming misfortunes, and from which he was

apparently to be roused only by some new and powerful excitement. Making a merit of necessity, the young

man took the veteran by the arm, and followed in the footsteps of the Indians and the scout, who had already

begun to retrace the path which conducted them to the plain.

CHAPTER 19

"Salar.Why, I am sure, if he forfeit, thou wilt not take his flesh; what's that good for?

Shy.To bait fish withal; if it will feed nothing else, it will feed my revenge."Merchant of Venice

The shades of evening had come to increase the dreariness of the place, when the party entered the ruins of

William Henry. The scout and his companions immediately made their preparations to pass the night there;

but with an earnestness and sobriety of demeanor that betrayed how much the unusual horrors they had just

witnessed worked on even their practised feelings. A few fragments of rafters were reared against a

blackened wall; and when Uncas had covered them slightly with brush, the temporary accommodations were

deemed sufficient. The young Indian point3ed toward his rude hut when his labor was ended; and Heyward,

who understood the meaning of the silent gestures, gently urged Munro to enter. Leaving the bereaved old

man alone with his sorrows, Duncan immediately returned into the open air, too much excited himself to seek

the repose he had recommended to his veteran friend.

While Hawkeye and the Indians lighted their fire and took their evening's repast, a frugal meal of dried bear's

meat, the young man paid a visit to that curtain of the dilapidated fort which looked out on the sheet of the

Horican. The wind had fallen, and the waves were already rolling on the sandy beach beneath him, in a more

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heavier volumes, gathering in black masses about the horizon, while the lighter scud still hurried above the

water, or eddied among the tops of the mountains, like broken flights of birds, hovering around their roosts.

Here and there, a red and fiery star struggled through the drifting vapor, furnishing a lurid gleam of

brightness to the dull aspect of the heavens. Within the bosom of the encircling hills, an impenetrable

darkness had already settled; and the plain lay like a vast and deserted charnelhouse, without omen or

whisper to disturb the slumbers of its numerous and hapless tenants.

Of this scene, so chillingly in accordance with the past, Duncan stood for many minutes a rapt observer. His

eyes wandered from the bosom of the mound, where the foresters were seated around their glimmering fire,

to the fainter light which still lingered in the skies, and then rested long and anxiously on the embodied

gloom, which lay like a dreary void on that side of him where the dead reposed. He soon fancied that

inexplicable sounds arose from the place, though so indistinct and stolen, as to render not only their nature

but even their existence uncertain. Ashamed of his apprehensions, the young man turned toward the water,

and strove to divert his attention to the mimic stars that dimly glimmered on its moving surface. Still, his

tooconscious ears performed their ungrateful duty, as if to warn him of some lurking danger. At length, a

swift trampling seemed, quite audibly, to rush athwart the darkness. Unable any longer to quiet his

uneasiness, Duncan spoke in a low voice to the scout, requesting him to ascend the mound to the place where

he stood. Hawkeye threw his rifle across an arm and complied, but with an air so unmoved and calm, as to

prove how much he counted on the security of their position.

"Listen!" said Duncan, when the other placed himself deliberately at his elbow; "there are suppressed noises

on the plain which may show Montcalm has not yet entirely deserted his conquest."

"Then ears are better than eyes," said the undisturbed scout, who, having just deposited a portion of a bear

between his grinders, spoke thick and slow, like one whose mouth was doubly occupied. "I myself saw him

caged in Ty, with all his host; for your Frenchers, when they have done a clever thing, like to get back, and

have a dance, or a merry making, with the women over their success."

"I know not. An Indian seldom sleeps in war, and plunder may keep a Huron here after his tribe has departed.

It would be well to extinguish the fire, and have a watch listen! you hear the noise I mean!"

"An Indian more rarely lurks about the graves. Though ready to slay, and not over regardful of the means, he

is commonly content with the scalp, unless when blood is hot, and temper up; but after spirit is once fairly

gone, he forgets his enmity, and is willing to let the dead find their natural rest. Speaking of spirits, major, are

you of opinion that the heaven of a redskin and of us whites will be of one and the same?"

"No doubtno doubt. I thought I heard it again! or was it the rustling of the leaves in the top of the beech?"

"For my own part," continued Hawkeye, turning his face for a moment in the direction indicated by Heyward,

but with a vacant and careless manner, "I believe that paradise is ordained for happiness; and that men will be

indulged in it according to their dispositions and gifts. I, therefore, judge that a redskin is not far from the

truth when he believes he is to find them glorious hunting grounds of which his traditions tell; nor, for that

matter, do I think it would be any disparagement to a man without a cross to pass his time"

"You hear it again?" interrupted Duncan.

"Ay, ay; when food is scarce, and when food is plenty, a wolf grows bold," said the unmoved scout. "There

would be picking, too, among the skins of the devils, if there was light and time for the sport. But, concerning

the life that is to come, major; I have heard preachers say, in the settlements, that heaven was a place of rest.

Now, men's minds differ as to their ideas of enjoyment. For myself, and I say it with reverence to the

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preach, having a natural longing for motion and the chase."

Duncan, who was now made to understand the nature of the noise he had heard, answered, with more

attention to the subject which the humor of the scout had chosen for discussion, by saying:

"It is difficult to account for the feelings that may attend the last great change."

"It would be a change, indeed, for a man who has passed his days in the open air," returned the

singleminded scout; "and who has so often broken his fast on the head waters of the Hudson, to sleep within

sound of the roaring Mohawk. But it is a comfort to know we serve a merciful Master, though we do it each

after his fashion, and with great tracts of wilderness atween uswhat goes there?"

"Is it not the rushing of the wolves you have mentioned?"

Hawkeye slowly shook his head, and beckoned for Duncan to follow him to a spot to which the glare from

the fire did not extend. When he had taken this precaution, the scout placed himself in an attitude of intense

attention and listened long and keenly for a repetition of the low sound that had so unexpectedly startled him.

His vigilance, however, seemed exercised in vain; for after a fruitless pause, he whispered to Duncan:

"We must give a call to Uncas. The boy has Indian senses, and he may hear what is hid from us; for, being a

white skin, I will not deny my nature."

The young Mohican, who was conversing in a low voice with his father, started as he heard the moaning of

an owl, and, springing on his feet, he looked toward the black mounds, as if seeking the place whence the

sounds proceeded. The scout repeated the call, and in a few moments, Duncan saw the figure of Uncas

stealing cautiously along the rampart, to the spot where they stood.

Hawkeye explained his wishes in a very few words, which were spoken in the Delaware tongue. So soon as

Uncas was in possession of the reason why he was summoned, he threw himself flat on the turf; where, to the

eyes of Duncan, he appeared to lie quiet and motionless. Surprised at the immovable attitude of the young

warrior, and curious to observe the manner in which he employed his faculties to obtain the desired

information, Heyward advanced a few steps, and bent over the dark object on which he had kept his eye

riveted. Then it was he discovered that the form of Uncas vanished, and that he beheld only the dark outline

of an inequality in the embankment.

"What has become of the Mohican?" he demanded of the scout, stepping back in amazement; "it was here

that I saw him fall, and could have sworn that here he yet remained."

"Hist! speak lower; for we know not what ears are open, and the Mingoes are a quickwitted breed. As for

Uncas, he is out on the plain, and the Maquas, if any such are about us, will find their equal."

"You think that Montcalm has not called off all his Indians? Let us give the alarm to our companions, that we

may stand to our arms. Here are five of us, who are not unused to meet an enemy."

"Not a word to either, as you value your life. Look at the Sagamore, how like a grand Indian chief he sits by

the fire. If there are any skulkers out in the darkness, they will never discover, by his countenance, that we

suspect danger at hand."

"But they may discover him, and it will prove his death. His person can be too plainly seen by the light of that

fire, and he will become the first and most certain victim."


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"It is undeniable that now you speak the truth," returned the scout, betraying more anxiety than was usual;

"yet what can be done? A single suspicious look might bring on an attack before we are ready to receive it.

He knows, by the call I gave to Uncas, that we have struck a scent; I will tell him that we are on the trail of

the Mingoes; his Indian nature will teach him how to act."

The scout applied his fingers to his mouth, and raised a low hissing sound, that caused Duncan at first to start

aside, believing that he heard a serpent. The head of Chingachgook was resting on a hand, as he sat musing

by himself but the moment he had heard the warning of the animal whose name he bore, he arose to an

upright position, and his dark eyes glanced swiftly and keenly on every side of him. With his sudden and,

perhaps, involuntary movement, every appearance of surprise or alarm ended. His rifle lay untouched, and

apparently unnoticed, within reach of his hand. The tomahawk that he had loosened in his belt for the sake of

ease, was even suffered to fall from its usual situation to the ground, and his form seemed to sink, like that of

a man whose nerves and sinews were suffered to relax for the purpose of rest. Cunningly resuming his former

position, though with a change of hands, as if the movement had been made merely to relieve the limb, the

native awaited the result with a calmness and fortitude that none but an Indian warrior would have known

how to exercise.

But Heyward saw that while to a less instructed eye the Mohican chief appeared to slumber, his nostrils were

expanded, his head was turned a little to one side, as if to assist the organs of hearing, and that his quick and

rapid glances ran incessantly over every object within the power of his vision.

"See the noble fellow!" whispered Hawkeye, pressing the arm of Heyward; "he knows that a look or a motion

might disconsart our schemes, and put us at the mercy of them imps "

He was interrupted by the flash and report of a rifle. The air was filled with sparks of fire, around that spot

where the eyes of Heyward were still fastened, with admiration and wonder. A second look told him that

Chingachgook had disappeared in the confusion. In the meantime, the scout had thrown forward his rifle, like

one prepared for service, and awaited impatiently the moment when an enemy might rise to view. But with

the solitary and fruitless attempt made on the life of Chingachgook, the attack appeared to have terminated.

Once or twice the listeners thought they could distinguish the distant rustling of bushes, as bodies of some

unknown description rushed through them; nor was it long before Hawkeye pointed out the "scampering of

the wolves," as they fled precipitately before the passage of some intruder on their proper domains. After an

impatient and breathless pause, a plunge was heard in the water, and it was immediately followed by the

report of another rifle.

"There goes Uncas!" said the scout; "the boy bears a smart piece! I know its crack, as well as a father knows

the language of his child, for I carried the gun myself until a better offered."

"What can this mean?" demanded Duncan' "we are watched, and, as it would seem, marked for destruction."

"Yonder scattered brand can witness that no good was intended, and this Indian will testify that no harm has

been done," returned the scout, dropping his rifle across his arm again, and following Chingachgook, who

just then reappeared within the circle of light, into the bosom of the work. "How is it, Sagamore? Are the

Mingoes upon us in earnest, or is it only one of those reptiles who hang upon the skirts of a warparty, to

scalp the dead, go in, and make their boast among the squaws of the valiant deeds done on the pale faces?"

Chingachgook very quietly resumed his seat; nor did he make any reply, until after he had examined the

firebrand which had been struck by the bullet that had nearly proved fatal to himself. After which he was

content to reply, holding a single finger up to view, with the English monosyllable:

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"I thought as much," returned Hawkeye, seating himself; "and as he had got the cover of the lake afore Uncas

pulled upon him, it is more than probable the knave will sing his lies about some great ambushment, in which

he was outlying on the trail of two Mohicans and a white hunterfor the officers can be considered as little

better than idlers in such a scrimmage. Well, let himlet him. There are always some honest men in every

nation, though heaven knows, too, that they are scarce among the Maquas, to look down an upstart when he

brags ag'in the face of reason. The varlet sent his lead within whistle of your ears, Sagamore."

Chingachgook turned a calm and incurious eye toward the place where the ball had struck, and then resumed

his former attitude, with a composure that could not be disturbed by so trifling an incident. Just then Uncas

glided into the circle, and seated himself at the fire, with the same appearance of indifference as was

maintained by his father.

Of these several moments Heyward was a deeply interested and wondering observer. It appeared to him as

though the foresters had some secret means of intelligence, which had escaped the vigilance of his own

faculties. In place of that eager and garrulous narration with which a white youth would have endeavored to

communicate, and perhaps exaggerate, that which had passed out in the darkness of the plain, the young

warrior was seemingly content to let his deeds speak for themselves. It was, in fact, neither the moment nor

the occasion for an Indian to boast of his exploits; and it is probably that, had Heyward neglected to inquire,

not another syllable would, just then, have been uttered on the subject.

"What has become of our enemy, Uncas?" demanded Duncan; "we heard your rifle, and hoped you had not

fired in vain."

The young chief removed a fold of his hunting skirt, and quietly exposed the fatal tuft of hair, which he bore

as the symbol of victory. Chingachgook laid his hand on the scalp, and considered it for a moment with deep

attention. Then dropping it, with disgust depicted in his strong features, he ejaculated:

"Oneida!"

"Oneida!" repeated the scout, who was fast losing his interest in the scene, in an apathy nearly assimilated to

that of his red associates, but who now advanced in uncommon earnestness to regard the bloody badge. "By

the Lord, if the Oneidas are outlying upon the trail, we shall by flanked by devils on every side of us! Now, to

white eyes there is no difference between this bit of skin and that of any other Indian, and yet the Sagamore

declares it came from the poll of a Mingo; nay, he even names the tribe of the poor devil, with as much ease

as if the scalp was the leaf of a book, and each hair a letter. What right have Christian whites to boast of their

learning, when a savage can read a language that would prove too much for the wisest of them all! What say

you, lad, of what people was the knave?"

Uncas raised his eyes to the face of the scout, and answered, in his soft voice:

"Oneida."

"Oneida, again! when one Indian makes a declaration it is commonly true; but when he is supported by his

people, set it down as gospel!"

"The poor fellow has mistaken us for French," said Heyward; "or he would not have attempted the life of a

friend."

"He mistake a Mohican in his paint for a Huron! You would be as likely to mistake the whitecoated

grenadiers of Montcalm for the scarlet jackets of the Royal Americans," returned the scout. "No, no, the

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Delaware and a Mingo, let their tribes go out to fight for whom they may, in a white quarrel. For that matter,

though the Oneidas do serve his sacred majesty, who is my sovereign lord and master, I should not have

deliberated long about letting off 'killdeer' at the imp myself, had luck thrown him in my way."

"That would have been an abuse of our treaties, and unworthy of your character."

"When a man consort much with a people," continued Hawkeye, "if they were honest and he no knave, love

will grow up atwixt them. It is true that white cunning has managed to throw the tribes into great confusion,

as respects friends and enemies; so that the Hurons and the Oneidas, who speak the same tongue, or what

may be called the same, take each other's scalps, and the Delawares are divided among themselves; a few

hanging about their great councilfire on their own river, and fighting on the same side with the Mingoes

while the greater part are in the Canadas, out of natural enmity to the Maquasthus throwing everything into

disorder, and destroying all the harmony of warfare. Yet a red natur' is not likely to alter with every shift of

policy; so that the love atwixt a Mohican and a Mingo is much like the regard between a white man and a

sarpent."

"I regret to hear it; for I had believed those natives who dwelt within our boundaries had found us too just and

liberal, not to identify themselves fully with our quarrels."

"Why, I believe it is natur' to give a preference to one's own quarrels before those of strangers. Now, for

myself, I do love justice; and, therefore, I will not say I hate a Mingo, for that may be unsuitable to my color

and my religion, though I will just repeat, it may have been owing to the night that 'killdeer' had no hand in

the death of this skulking Oneida."

Then, as if satisfied with the force of his own reasons, whatever might be their effect on the opinions of the

other disputant, the honest but implacable woodsman turned from the fire, content to let the controversy

slumber. Heyward withdrew to the rampart, too uneasy and too little accustomed to the warfare of the woods

to remain at ease under the possibility of such insidious attacks. Not so, however, with the scout and the

Mohicans. Those acute and longpractised senses, whose powers so often exceed the limits of all ordinary

credulity, after having detected the danger, had enabled them to ascertain its magnitude and duration. Not one

of the three appeared in the least to doubt their perfect security, as was indicated by the preparations that were

soon made to sit in council over their future proceedings.

The confusion of nations, and even of tribes, to which Hawkeye alluded, existed at that period in the fullest

force. The great tie of language, and, of course, of a common origin, was severed in many places; and it was

one of its consequences, that the Delaware and the Mingo (as the people of the Six Nations were called) were

found fighting in the same ranks, while the latter sought the scalp of the Huron, though believed to be the root

of his own stock. The Delawares were even divided among themselves. Though love for the soil which had

belonged to his ancestors kept the Sagamore of the Mohicans with a small band of followers who were

serving at Edward, under the banners of the English king, by far the largest portion of his nation were known

to be in the field as allies of Montcalm. The reader probably knows, if enough has not already been gleaned

form this narrative, that the Delaware, or Lenape, claimed to be the progenitors of that numerous people, who

once were masters of most of the eastern and northern states of America, of whom the community of the

Mohicans was an ancient and highly honored member.

It was, of course, with a perfect understanding of the minute and intricate interests which had armed friend

against friend, and brought natural enemies to combat by each other's side, that the scout and his companions

now disposed themselves to deliberate on the measures that were to govern their future movements, amid so

many jarring and savage races of men. Duncan knew enough of Indian customs to understand the reason that

the fire was replenished, and why the warriors, not excepting Hawkeye, took their seats within the curl of its

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spectator of the scene without, he awaited the result with as much patience as he could summon.

After a short and impressive pause, Chingachgook lighted a pipe whose bowl was curiously carved in one of

the soft stones of the country, and whose stem was a tube of wood, and commenced smoking. When he had

inhaled enough of the fragrance of the soothing weed, he passed the instrument into the hands of the scout. In

this manner the pipe had made its rounds three several times, amid the most profound silence, before either of

the party opened his lips. Then the Sagamore, as the oldest and highest in rank, in a few calm and dignified

words, proposed the subject for deliberation. He was answered by the scout; and Chingachgook rejoined,

when the other objected to his opinions. But the youthful Uncas continued a silent and respectful listener,

until Hawkeye, in complaisance, demanded his opinion. Heyward gathered from the manners of the different

speakers, that the father and son espoused one side of a disputed question, while the white man maintained

the other. The contest gradually grew warmer, until it was quite evident the feelings of the speakers began to

be somewhat enlisted in the debate.

Notwithstanding the increasing warmth of the amicable contest, the most decorous Christian assembly, not

even excepting those in which its reverend ministers are collected, might have learned a wholesome lesson of

moderation from the forbearance and courtesy of the disputants. The words of Uncas were received with the

same deep attention as those which fell from the maturer wisdom of his father; and so far from manifesting

any impatience, neither spoke in reply, until a few moments of silent meditation were, seemingly, bestowed

in deliberating on what had already been said.

The language of the Mohicans was accompanied by gestures so direct and natural that Heyward had but little

difficulty in following the thread of their argument. On the other hand, the scout was obscure; because from

the lingering pride of color, he rather affected the cold and artificial manner which characterizes all classes of

AngloAmericans when unexcited. By the frequency with which the Indians described the marks of a forest

trial, it was evident they urged a pursuit by land, while the repeated sweep of Hawkeye's arm toward the

Horican denoted that he was for a passage across its waters.

The latter was to every appearance fast losing ground, and the point was about to be decided against him,

when he arose to his feet, and shaking off his apathy, he suddenly assumed the manner of an Indian, and

adopted all the arts of native eloquence. Elevating an arm, he pointed out the track of the sun, repeating the

gesture for every day that was necessary to accomplish their objects. Then he delineated a long and painful

path, amid rocks and watercourses. The age and weakness of the slumbering and unconscious Munro were

indicated by signs too palpable to be mistaken. Duncan perceived that even his own powers were spoken

lightly of, as the scout extended his palm, and mentioned him by the appellation of the "Open Hand"a

name his liberality had purchased of all the friendly tribes. Then came a representation of the light and

graceful movements of a canoe, set in forcible contrast to the tottering steps of one enfeebled and tired. He

concluded by pointing to the scalp of the Oneida, and apparently urging the necessity of their departing

speedily, and in a manner that should leave no trail.

The Mohicans listened gravely, and with countenances that reflected the sentiments of the speaker.

Conviction gradually wrought its influence, and toward the close of Hawkeye's speech, his sentences were

accompanied by the customary exclamation of commendation. In short, Uncas and his father became

converts to his way of thinking, abandoning their own previously expressed opinions with a liberality and

candor that, had they been the representatives of some great and civilized people, would have infallibly

worked their political ruin, by destroying forever their reputation for consistency.

The instant the matter in discussion was decided, the debate, and everything connected with it, except the

result appeared to be forgotten. Hawkeye, without looking round to read his triumph in applauding eyes, very

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Left now in a measure to themselves, the Mohicans, whose time had been so much devoted to the interests of

others, seized the moment to devote some attention to themselves. Casting off at once the grave and austere

demeanor of an Indian chief, Chingachgook commenced speaking to his son in the soft and playful tones of

affection. Uncas gladly met the familiar air of his father; and before the hard breathing of the scout

announced that he slept, a complete change was effected in the manner of his two associates.

It is impossible to describe the music of their language, while thus engaged in laughter and endearments, in

such a way as to render it intelligible to those whose ears have never listened to its melody. The compass of

their voices, particularly that of the youth, was wonderfulextending from the deepest bass to tones that

were even feminine in softness. The eyes of the father followed the plastic and ingenious movements of the

son with open delight, and he never failed to smile in reply to the other's contagious but low laughter. While

under the influence of these gentle and natural feelings, no trace of ferocity was to be seen in the softened

features of the Sagamore. His figured panoply of death looked more like a disguise assumed in mockery than

a fierce annunciation of a desire to carry destruction in his footsteps.

After an hour had passed in the indulgence of their better feelings, Chingachgook abruptly announced his

desire to sleep, by wrapping his head in his blanket and stretching his form on the naked earth. The merriment

of Uncas instantly ceased; and carefully raking the coals in such a manner that they should impart their

warmth to his father's feet, the youth sought his own pillow among the ruins of the place.

Imbibing renewed confidence from the security of these experienced foresters, Heyward soon imitated their

example; and long before the night had turned, they who lay in the bosom of the ruined work, seemed to

slumber as heavily as the unconscious multitude whose bones were already beginning to bleach on the

surrounding plain.

CHAPTER 20

"Land of Albania!

let me bend mine eyes

On thee; thou rugged nurse of savage men!"Childe Harold

The heavens were still studded with stars, when Hawkeye came to arouse the sleepers. Casting aside their

cloaks Munro and Heyward were on their feet while the woodsman was still making his low calls, at the

entrance of the rude shelter where they had passed the night. When they issued from beneath its concealment,

they found the scout awaiting their appearance nigh by, and the only salutation between them was the

significant gesture for silence, made by their sagacious leader.

"Think over your prayers," he whispered, as they approached him; "for He to whom you make them, knows

all tongues; that of the heart, as well as those of the mouth. But speak not a syllable; it is rare for a white

voice to pitch itself properly in the woods, as we have seen by the example of that miserable devil, the singer.

Come," he continued, turning toward a curtain of the works; "let us get into the ditch on this side, and be

regardful to step on the stones and fragments of wood as you go."

His companions complied, though to two of them the reasons of this extraordinary precaution were yet a

mystery. When they were in the low cavity that surrounded the earthen fort on three sides, they found that

passage nearly choked by the ruins. With care and patience, however, they succeeded in clambering after the

scout, until they reached the sandy shore of the Horican.

"That's a trail that nothing but a nose can follow," said the satisfied scout, looking back along their difficult

way; "grass is a treacherous carpet for a flying party to tread on, but wood and stone take no print from a

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deerskin suitably prepared, a man may trust himself, generally, on rocks with safety. Shove in the canoe

nigher to the land, Uncas; this sand will take a stamp as easily as the butter of the Jarmans on the Mohawk.

Softly, lad, softly; it must not touch the beach, or the knaves will know by what road we have left the place."

The young man observed the precaution; and the scout, laying a board from the ruins to the canoe, made a

sign for the two officers to enter. When this was done, everything was studiously restored to its former

disorder; and then Hawkeye succeeded in reaching his little birchen vessel, without leaving behind him any

of those marks which he appeared so much to dread. Heyward was silent until the Indians had cautiously

paddled the canoe some distance from the fort, and within the broad and dark shadows that fell from the

eastern mountain on the glassy surface of the lake; then he demanded:

"What need have we for this stolen and hurried departure?"

"If the blood of an Oneida could stain such a sheet of pure water as this we float on," returned the scout,

"your two eyes would answer your own question. Have you forgotten the skulking reptile Uncas slew?"

"By no means. But he was said to be alone, and dead men give no cause for fear."

"Ay, he was alone in his deviltry! but an Indian whose tribe counts so many warriors, need seldom fear his

blood will run without the death shriek coming speedily from some of his enemies."

"But our presencethe authority of Colonel Munrowould prove sufficient protection against the anger of

our allies, especially in a case where the wretch so well merited his fate. I trust in Heaven you have not

deviated a single foot from the direct line of our course with so slight a reason!"

"Do you think the bullet of that varlet's rifle would have turned aside, though his sacred majesty the king had

stood in its path?" returned the stubborn scout. "Why did not the grand Frencher, he who is captaingeneral

of the Canadas, bury the tomahawks of the Hurons, if a word from a white can work so strongly on the natur'

of an Indian?"

The reply of Heyward was interrupted by a groan from Munro; but after he had paused a moment, in

deference to the sorrow of his aged friend he resumed the subject.

"The marquis of Montcalm can only settle that error with his God," said the young man solemnly.

"Ay, ay, now there is reason in your words, for they are bottomed on religion and honesty. There is a vast

difference between throwing a regiment of white coats atwixt the tribes and the prisoners, and coaxing an

angry savage to forget he carries a knife and rifle, with words that must begin with calling him your son. No,

no," continued the scout, looking back at the dim shore of William Henry, which was now fast receding, and

laughing in his own silent but heartfelt manner; "I have put a trail of water atween us; and unless the imps can

make friends with the fishes, and hear who has paddled across their basin this fine morning, we shall throw

the length of the Horican behind us before they have made up their minds which path to take."

"With foes in front, and foes in our rear, our journey is like to be one of danger."

"Danger!" repeated Hawkeye, calmly; "no, not absolutely of danger; for, with vigilant ears and quick eyes,

we can manage to keep a few hours ahead of the knaves; or, if we must try the rifle, there are three of us who

understand its gifts as well as any you can name on the borders. No, not of danger; but that we shall have

what you may call a brisk push of it, is probable; and it may happen, a brush, a scrimmage, or some such

divarsion, but always where covers are good, and ammunition abundant."


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It is possible that Heyward's estimate of danger differed in some degree from that of the scout, for, instead of

replying, he now sat in silence, while the canoe glided over several miles of water. Just as the day dawned,

they entered the narrows of the lake*, and stole swiftly and cautiously among their numberless little islands.

It was by this road that Montcalm had retired with his army, and the adventurers knew not but he had left

some of his Indians in ambush, to protect the rear of his forces, and collect the stragglers. They, therefore,

approached the passage with the customary silence of their guarded habits. * The beauties of Lake George are

well known to every American tourist. In the height of the mountains which surround it, and in artificial

accessories, it is inferior to the finest of the Swiss and Italian lakes, while in outline and purity of water it is

fully their equal; and in the number and disposition of its isles and islets much superior to them all together.

There are said to be some hundreds of islands in a sheet of water less than thirty miles long. The narrows,

which connect what may be called, in truth, two lakes, are crowded with islands to such a degree as to leave

passages between them frequently of only a few feet in width. The lake itself varies in breadth from one to

three miles.

Chingachgook laid aside his paddle; while Uncas and the scout urged the light vessel through crooked and

intricate channels, where every foot that they advanced exposed them to the danger of some sudden rising on

their progress. The eyes of the Sagamore moved warily from islet to islet, and copse to copse, as the canoe

proceeded; and, when a clearer sheet of water permitted, his keen vision was bent along the bald rocks and

impending forests that frowned upon the narrow strait.

Heyward, who was a doubly interested spectator, as well from the beauties of the place as from the

apprehension natural to his situation, was just believing that he had permitted the latter to be excited without

sufficient reason, when the paddle ceased moving, in obedience to a signal from Chingachgook.

"Hugh!" exclaimed Uncas, nearly at the moment that the light tap his father had made on the side of the

canoe notified them of the vicinity of danger.

"What now?" asked the scout; "the lake is as smooth as if the winds had never blown, and I can see along its

sheet for miles; there is not so much as the black head of a loon dotting the water."

The Indian gravely raised his paddle, and pointed in the direction in which his own steady look was riveted.

Duncan's eyes followed the motion. A few rods in their front lay another of the wooded islets, but it appeared

as calm and peaceful as if its solitude had never been disturbed by the foot of man.

"I see nothing," he said, "but land and water; and a lovely scene it is."

"Hist!" interrupted the scout. "Ay, Sagamore, there is always a reason for what you do. 'Tis but a shade, and

yet it is not natural. You see the mist, major, that is rising above the island; you can't call it a fog, for it is

more like a streak of thin cloud"

"It is vapor from the water."

"That a child could tell. But what is the edging of blacker smoke that hangs along its lower side, and which

you may trace down into the thicket of hazel? 'Tis from a fire; but one that, in my judgment, has been

suffered to burn low."

"Let us, then, push for the place, and relieve our doubts," said the impatient Duncan; "the party must be small

that can lie on such a bit of land."

"If you judge of Indian cunning by the rules you find in books, or by white sagacity, they will lead you astray,

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distinguished him. "If I may be permitted to speak in this matter, it will be to say, that we have but two things

to choose between: the one is, to return, and give up all thoughts of following the Hurons"

"Never!" exclaimed Heyward, in a voice far too loud for their circumstances.

"Well, well," continued Hawkeye, making a hasty sign to repress his impatience; "I am much of your mind

myself; though I thought it becoming my experience to tell the whole. We must, then, make a push, and if the

Indians or Frenchers are in the narrows, run the gauntlet through these toppling mountains. Is there reason in

my words, Sagamore?"

The Indian made no other answer than by dropping his paddle into the water, and urging forward the canoe.

As he held the office of directing its course, his resolution was sufficiently indicated by the movement. The

whole party now plied their paddles vigorously, and in a very few moments they had reached a point whence

they might command an entire view of the northern shore of the island, the side that had hitherto been

concealed.

"There they are, by all the truth of signs," whispered the scout, "two canoes and a smoke. The knaves haven't

yet got their eyes out of the mist, or we should hear the accursed whoop. Together, friends! we are leaving

them, and are already nearly out of whistle of a bullet."

The wellknown crack of a rifle, whose ball came skipping along the placid surface of the strait, and a shrill

yell from the island, interrupted his speech, and announced that their passage was discovered. In another

instant several savages were seen rushing into canoes, which were soon dancing over the water in pursuit.

These fearful precursors of a coming struggle produced no change in the countenances and movements of his

three guides, so far as Duncan could discover, except that the strokes of their paddles were longer and more

in unison, and caused the little bark to spring forward like a creature possessing life and volition.

"Hold them there, Sagamore," said Hawkeye, looking coolly backward over this left shoulder, while he still

plied his paddle; "keep them just there. Them Hurons have never a piece in their nation that will execute at

this distance; but 'killdeer' has a barrel on which a man may calculate."

The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficient of themselves to maintain the requisite

distance, deliberately laid aside his paddle, and raised the fatal rifle. Three several times he brought the piece

to his shoulder, and when his companions were expecting its report, he as often lowered it to request the

Indians would permit their enemies to approach a little nigher. At length his accurate and fastidious eye

seemed satisfied, and, throwing out his left arm on the barrel, he was slowly elevating the muzzle, when an

exclamation from Uncas, who sat in the bow, once more caused him to suspend the shot.

"What, now, lad?" demanded Hawkeye; "you save a Huron from the deathshriek by that word; have you

reason for what you do?"

Uncas pointed toward a rocky shore a little in their front, whence another war canoe was darting directly

across their course. It was too obvious now that their situation was imminently perilous to need the aid of

language to confirm it. The scout laid aside his rifle, and resumed the paddle, while Chingachgook inclined

the bows of the canoe a little toward the western shore, in order to increase the distance between them and

this new enemy. In the meantime they were reminded of the presence of those who pressed upon their rear,

by wild and exulting shouts. The stirring scene awakened even Munro from his apathy.

"Let us make for the rocks on the main," he said, with the mien of a tired soldier, "and give battle to the

savages. God forbid that I, or those attached to me and mine, should ever trust again to the faith of any

servant of the Louis's!"


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"He who wishes to prosper in Indian warfare," returned the scout, "must not be too proud to learn from the

wit of a native. Lay her more along the land, Sagamore; we are doubling on the varlets, and perhaps they may

try to strike our trail on the long calculation."

Hawkeye was not mistaken; for when the Hurons found their course was likely to throw them behind their

chase they rendered it less direct, until, by gradually bearing more and more obliquely, the two canoes were,

ere long, gliding on parallel lines, within two hundred yards of each other. It now became entirely a trial of

speed. So rapid was the progress of the light vessels, that the lake curled in their front, in miniature waves,

and their motion became undulating by its own velocity. It was, perhaps, owing to this circumstance, in

addition to the necessity of keeping every hand employed at the paddles, that the Hurons had not immediate

recourse to their firearms. The exertions of the fugitives were too severe to continue long, and the pursuers

had the advantage of numbers. Duncan observed with uneasiness, that the scout began to look anxiously

about him, as if searching for some further means of assisting their flight.

"Edge her a little more from the sun, Sagamore," said the stubborn woodsman; "I see the knaves are sparing a

man to the rifle. A single broken bone might lose us our scalps. Edge more from the sun and we will put the

island between us."

The expedient was not without its use. A long, low island lay at a little distance before them, and, as they

closed with it, the chasing canoe was compelled to take a side opposite to that on which the pursued passed.

The scout and his companions did not neglect this advantage, but the instant they were hid from observation

by the bushes, they redoubled efforts that before had seemed prodigious. The two canoes came round the last

low point, like two coursers at the top of their speed, the fugitives taking the lead. This change had brought

them nigher to each other, however, while it altered their relative positions.

"You showed knowledge in the shaping of a birchen bark, Uncas, when you chose this from among the

Huron canoes," said the scout, smiling, apparently more in satisfaction at their superiority in the race than

from that prospect of final escape which now began to open a little upon them. "The imps have put all their

strength again at the paddles, and we are to struggle for our scalps with bits of flattened wood, instead of

clouded barrels and true eyes. A long stroke, and together, friends."

"They are preparing for a shot," said Heyward; "and as we are in a line with them, it can scarcely fail."

"Get you, then, into the bottom of the canoe," returned the scout; "you and the colonel; it will be so much

taken from the size of the mark."

Heyward smiled, as he answered:

"It would be but an ill example for the highest in rank to dodge, while the warriors were under fire."

"Lord! Lord! That is now a white man's courage!" exclaimed the scout; "and like to many of his notions, not

to be maintained by reason. Do you think the Sagamore, or Uncas, or even I, who am a man without a cross,

would deliberate about finding a cover in the scrimmage, when an open body would do no good? For what

have the Frenchers reared up their Quebec, if fighting is always to be done in the clearings?"

"All that you say is very true, my friend," replied Heyward; "still, our customs must prevent us from doing as

you wish."

A volley from the Hurons interrupted the discourse, and as the bullets whistled about them, Duncan saw the

head of Uncas turned, looking back at himself and Munro. Notwithstanding the nearness of the enemy, and

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former was compelled to think, than amazement at finding men willing to encounter so useless an exposure.

Chingachgook was probably better acquainted with the notions of white men, for he did not even cast a

glance aside from the riveted look his eye maintained on the object by which he governed their course. A ball

soon struck the light and polished paddle from the hands of the chief, and drove it through the air, far in the

advance. A shout arose from the Hurons, who seized the opportunity to fire another volley. Uncas described

an arc in the water with his own blade, and as the canoe passed swiftly on, Chingachgook recovered his

paddle, and flourishing it on high, he gave the warwhoop of the Mohicans, and then lent his strength and

skill again to the important task.

The clamorous sounds of "Le Gros Serpent!" "La Longue Carabine!" "Le Cerf Agile!" burst at once from the

canoes behind, and seemed to give new zeal to the pursuers. The scout seized "killdeer" in his left hand, and

elevating it about his head, he shook it in triumph at his enemies. The savages answered the insult with a yell,

and immediately another volley succeeded. The bullets pattered along the lake, and one even pierced the bark

of their little vessel. No perceptible emotion could be discovered in the Mohicans during this critical moment,

their rigid features expressing neither hope nor alarm; but the scout again turned his head, and, laughing in

his own silent manner, he said to Heyward:

"The knaves love to hear the sounds of their pieces; but the eye is not to be found among the Mingoes that

can calculate a true range in a dancing canoe! You see the dumb devils have taken off a man to charge, and

by the smallest measurement that can be allowed, we move three feet to their two!"

Duncan, who was not altogether as easy under this nice estimate of distances as his companions, was glad to

find, however, that owing to their superior dexterity, and the diversion among their enemies, they were very

sensibly obtaining the advantage. The Hurons soon fired again, and a bullet struck the blade of Hawkeye's

paddle without injury.

"That will do," said the scout, examining the slight indentation with a curious eye; "it would not have cut the

skin of an infant, much less of men, who, like us, have been blown upon by the heavens in their anger. Now,

major, if you will try to use this piece of flattened wood, I'll let 'killdeer' take a part in the conversation."

Heyward seized the paddle, and applied himself to the work with an eagerness that supplied the place of skill,

while Hawkeye was engaged in inspecting the priming of his rifle. The latter then took a swift aim and fired.

The Huron in the bows of the leading canoe had risen with a similar object, and he now fell backward,

suffering his gun to escape from his hands into the water. In an instant, however, he recovered his feet,

though his gestures were wild and bewildered. At the same moment his companions suspended their efforts,

and the chasing canoes clustered together, and became stationary. Chingachgook and Uncas profited by the

interval to regain their wind, though Duncan continued to work with the most persevering industry. The

father and son now cast calm but inquiring glances at each other, to learn if either had sustained any injury by

the fire; for both well knew that no cry or exclamation would, in such a moment of necessity have been

permitted to betray the accident. A few large drops of blood were trickling down the shoulder of the

Sagamore, who, when he perceived that the eyes of Uncas dwelt too long on the sight, raised some water in

the hollow of his hand, and washing off the stain, was content to manifest, in this simple manner, the

slightness of the injury.

"Softly, softly, major," said the scout, who by this time had reloaded his rifle; "we are a little too far already

for a rifle to put forth its beauties, and you see yonder imps are holding a council. Let them come up within

striking distancemy eye may well be trusted in such a matter and I will trail the varlets the length of the

Horican, guaranteeing that not a shot of theirs shall, at the worst, more than break the skin, while 'killdeer'

shall touch the life twice in three times."


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"We forget our errand," returned the diligent Duncan. "For God's sake let us profit by this advantage, and

increase our distance from the enemy."

"Give me my children," said Munro, hoarsely; "trifle no longer with a father's agony, but restore me my

babes."

Long and habitual deference to the mandates of his superiors had taught the scout the virtue of obedience.

Throwing a last and lingering glance at the distant canoes, he laid aside his rifle, and, relieving the wearied

Duncan, resumed the paddle, which he wielded with sinews that never tired. His efforts were seconded by

those of the Mohicans and a very few minutes served to place such a sheet of water between them and their

enemies, that Heyward once more breathed freely.

The lake now began to expand, and their route lay along a wide reach, that was lined, as before, by high and

ragged mountains. But the islands were few, and easily avoided. The strokes of the paddles grew more

measured and regular, while they who plied them continued their labor, after the close and deadly chase from

which they had just relieved themselves, with as much coolness as though their speed had been tried in sport,

rather than under such pressing, nay, almost desperate, circumstances.

Instead of following the western shore, whither their errand led them, the wary Mohican inclined his course

more toward those hills behind which Montcalm was known to have led his army into the formidable fortress

of Ticonderoga. As the Hurons, to every appearance, had abandoned the pursuit, there was no apparent

reason for this excess of caution. It was, however, maintained for hours, until they had reached a bay, nigh

the northern termination of the lake. Here the canoe was driven upon the beach, and the whole party landed.

Hawkeye and Heyward ascended an adjacent bluff, where the former, after considering the expanse of water

beneath him, pointed out to the latter a small black object, hovering under a headland, at the distance of

several miles.

"Do you see it?" demanded the scout. "Now, what would you account that spot, were you left alone to white

experience to find your way through this wilderness?"

"But for its distance and its magnitude, I should suppose it a bird. Can it be a living object?"

"'Tis a canoe of good birchen bark, and paddled by fierce and crafty Mingoes. Though Providence has lent to

those who inhabit the woods eyes that would be needless to men in the settlements, where there are

inventions to assist the sight, yet no human organs can see all the dangers which at this moment circumvent

us. These varlets pretend to be bent chiefly on their sundown meal, but the moment it is dark they will be on

our trail, as true as hounds on the scent. We must throw them off, or our pursuit of Le Renard Subtil may be

given up. These lakes are useful at times, especially when the game take the water," continued the scout,

gazing about him with a countenance of concern; "but they give no cover, except it be to the fishes. God

knows what the country would be, if the settlements should ever spread far from the two rivers. Both hunting

and war would lose their beauty."

"Let us not delay a moment, without some good and obvious cause."

"I little like that smoke, which you may see worming up along the rock above the canoe," interrupted the

abstracted scout. "My life on it, other eyes than ours see it, and know its meaning. Well, words will not mend

the matter, and it is time that we were doing."

Hawkeye moved away from the lookout, and descended, musing profoundly, to the shore. He communicated

the result of his observations to his companions, in Delaware, and a short and earnest consultation succeeded.

When it terminated, the three instantly set about executing their new resolutions.


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The canoe was lifted from the water, and borne on the shoulders of the party, they proceeded into the wood,

making as broad and obvious a trail as possible. They soon reached the watercourse, which they crossed,

and, continuing onward, until they came to an extensive and naked rock. At this point, where their footsteps

might be expected to be no longer visible, they retraced their route to the brook, walking backward, with the

utmost care. They now followed the bed of the little stream to the lake, into which they immediately launched

their canoe again. A low point concealed them from the headland, and the margin of the lake was fringed for

some distance with dense and overhanging bushes. Under the cover of these natural advantages, they toiled

their way, with patient industry, until the scout pronounced that he believed it would be safe once more to

land.

The halt continued until evening rendered objects indistinct and uncertain to the eye. Then they resumed their

route, and, favored by the darkness, pushed silently and vigorously toward the western shore. Although the

rugged outline of mountain, to which they were steering, presented no distinctive marks to the eyes of

Duncan, the Mohican entered the little haven he had selected with the confidence and accuracy of an

experienced pilot.

The boat was again lifted and borne into the woods, where it was carefully concealed under a pile of brush.

The adventurers assumed their arms and packs, and the scout announced to Munro and Heyward that he and

the Indians were at last in readiness to proceed.

CHAPTER 21

"If you find a man there, he shall die a flea's death." Merry Wives of Windsor

The party had landed on the border of a region that is, even to this day, less known to the inhabitants of the

States than the deserts of Arabia, or the steppes of Tartary. It was the sterile and rugged district which

separates the tributaries of Champlain from those of the Hudson, the Mohawk, and the St. Lawrence. Since

the period of our tale the active spirit of the country has surrounded it with a belt of rich and thriving

settlements, though none but the hunter or the savage is ever known even now to penetrate its wild recesses.

As Hawkeye and the Mohicans had, however, often traversed the mountains and valleys of this vast

wilderness, they did not hesitate to plunge into its depth, with the freedom of men accustomed to its

privations and difficulties. For many hours the travelers toiled on their laborious way, guided by a star, or

following the direction of some watercourse, until the scout called a halt, and holding a short consultation

with the Indians, they lighted their fire, and made the usual preparations to pass the remainder of the night

where they then were.

Imitating the example, and emulating the confidence of their more experienced associates, Munro and

Duncan slept without fear, if now without uneasiness. The dews were suffered to exhale, and the sun had

dispersed the mists, and was shedding a strong and clear light in the forest, when the travelers resumed their

journey.

After proceeding a few miles, the progress of Hawkeye, who led the advance, became more deliberate and

watchful. He often stopped to examine the trees; nor did he cross a rivulet without attentively considering the

quantity, the velocity, and the color of its waters. Distrusting his own judgment, his appeals to the opinion of

Chingachgook were frequent and earnest. During one of these conferences Heyward observed that Uncas

stood a patient and silent, though, as he imagined, an interested listener. He was strongly tempted to address

the young chief, and demand his opinion of their progress; but the calm and dignified demeanor of the native

induced him to believe, that, like himself, the other was wholly dependent on the sagacity and intelligence of

the seniors of the party. At last the scout spoke in English, and at once explained the embarrassment of their

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"When I found that the home path of the Hurons run north," he said, "it did not need the judgment of many

long years to tell that they would follow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and the

Horican, until they might strike the springs of the Canada streams, which would lead them into the heart of

the country of the Frenchers. Yet here are we, within a short range of the Scaroons, and not a sign of a trail

have we crossed! Human natur' is weak, and it is possible we may not have taken the proper scent."

"Heaven protect us from such an error!" exclaimed Duncan. "Let us retrace our steps, and examine as we go,

with keener eyes. Has Uncas no counsel to offer in such a strait?"

The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but, maintaining his quiet and reserved mien, he continued

silent. Chingachgook had caught the look, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment this

permission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its grave composure to a gleam of

intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like a deer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods in

advance, and stood, exultingly, over a spot of fresh earth, that looked as though it had been recently upturned

by the passage of some heavy animal. The eyes of the whole party followed the unexpected movement, and

read their success in the air of triumph that the youth assumed.

"'Tis the trail!" exclaimed the scout, advancing to the spot; "the lad is quick of sight and keen of wit for his

years."

"'Tis extraordinary that he should have withheld his knowledge so long," muttered Duncan, at his elbow.

"It would have been more wonderful had he spoken without a bidding. No, no; your young white, who

gathers his learning from books and can measure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his

knowledge, like his legs, outruns that of his fathers', but, where experience is the master, the scholar is made

to know the value of years, and respects them accordingly."

"See!" said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks of the broad trail on either side of him, "the

dark hair has gone toward the forest."

"Hound never ran on a more beautiful scent," responded the scout, dashing forward, at once, on the indicated

route; "we are favored, greatly favored, and can follow with high noses. Ay, here are both your waddling

beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow is stricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look

sharp for wheels, Sagamore," he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakened satisfaction;

"we shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, and that with three of the best pair of eyes on the borders

in his rear."

The spirits of the scout, and the astonishing success of the chase, in which a circuitous distance of more than

forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Their advance was

rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveler would proceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a

rivulet, or a bit of earth harder than common, severed the links of the clew they followed, the true eye of the

scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom rendered the delay of a single moment necessary. Their

progress was much facilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary to journey through the

valleys; a circumstance which rendered the general direction of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely

neglected the arts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of an enemy. False trails and

sudden turnings were frequent, wherever a brook or the formation of the ground rendered them feasible; but

his pursuers were rarely deceived, and never failed to detect their error, before they had lost either time or

distance on the deceptive track.

By the middle of the afternoon they had passed the Scaroons, and were following the route of the declining

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to a place where the party of Le Renard had made a halt. Extinguished brands were lying around a spring, the

offals of a deer were scattered about the place, and the trees bore evident marks of having been browsed by

the horses. At a little distance, Heyward discovered, and contemplated with tender emotion, the small bower

under which he was fain to believe that Cora and Alice had reposed. But while the earth was trodden, and the

footsteps of both men and beasts were so plainly visible around the place, the trail appeared to have suddenly

ended.

It was easy to follow the tracks of the Narragansetts, but they seemed only to have wandered without guides,

or any other object than the pursuit of food. At length Uncas, who, with his father, had endeavored to trace

the route of the horses, came upon a sign of their presence that was quite recent. Before following the clew,

he communicated his success to his companions; and while the latter were consulting on the circumstance,

the youth reappeared, leading the two fillies, with their saddles broken, and the housings soiled, as though

they had been permitted to run at will for several days.

"What should this prove?" said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing his eyes around him, as if he feared the

brush and leaves were about to give up some horrid secret.

"That our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy's country," returned the scout. "Had the

knave been pressed, and the gentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have taken their

scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such rugged beasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of

their heads. I know your thoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them; but he who

thinks that even a Mingo would illtreat a woman, unless it be to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian

natur', or the laws of the woods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into these hills to hunt

the moose, and we are getting within scent of their camp. Why should they not? The morning and evening

guns of Ty may be heard any day among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new line atween

the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that the horses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us,

then, hunt for the path by which they parted."

Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in good earnest. A circle of a few hundred

feet in circumference was drawn, and each of the party took a segment for his portion. The examination,

however, resulted in no discovery. The impressions of footsteps were numerous, but they all appeared like

those of men who had wandered about the spot, without any design to quit it. Again the scout and his

companions made the circuit of the halting place, each slowly following the other, until they assembled in the

center once more, no wiser than when they started.

"Such cunning is not without its deviltry," exclaimed Hawkeye, when he met the disappointed looks of his

assistants.

"We must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and going over the ground by inches. The Huron

shall never brag in his tribe that he has a foot which leaves no print."

Setting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny with renewed zeal. Not a leaf was left

unturned. The sticks were removed, and the stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adopt

these objects as covers, laboring with the utmost patience and industry, to conceal each footstep as they

proceeded. Still no discovery was made. At length Uncas, whose activity had enabled him to achieve his

portion of the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rill which ran from the spring, and

diverted its course into another channel. So soon as its narrow bed below the dam was dry, he stooped over it

with keen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced the success of the young warrior. The

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"This lad will be an honor to his people," said Hawkeye, regarding the trail with as much admiration as a

naturalist would expend on the tusk of a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon; "ay, and a thorn in the sides of

the Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is too much on the heel, and the toes are

squared, as though one of the French dancers had been in, pigeonwinging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, and

bring me the size of the singer's foot. You will find a beautiful print of it just opposite yon rock, agin the

hillside."

While the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout and Chingachgook were attentively considering

the impressions. The measurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that the footstep was

that of David, who had once more been made to exchange his shoes for moccasins.

"I can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts of Le Subtil," he added; "the singer being a

man whose gifts lay chiefly in his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trod in his steps,

imitating their formation."

"But," cried Duncan, "I see no signs of"

"The gentle ones," interrupted the scout; "the varlet has found a way to carry them, until he supposed he had

thrown any followers off the scent. My life on it, we see their pretty little feet again, before many rods go

by."

The whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keeping anxious eyes on the regular

impressions. The water soon flowed into its bed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters

pursued their way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More than half a mile was passed, before

the rill rippled close around the base of an extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the

Hurons had not quitted the water.

It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon found the impression of a foot on a bunch of

moss, where it would seem an Indian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by this

discovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, as fresh and obvious as it had been before

they reached the spring. Another shout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and at

once terminated the search.

"Ay, it has been planned with Indian judgment," said the scout, when the party was assembled around the

place, "and would have blinded white eyes."

"Shall we proceed?" demanded Heyward.

"Softly, softly, we know our path; but it is good to examine the formation of things. This is my schooling,

major; and if one neglects the book, there is little chance of learning from the open land of Providence. All is

plain but one thing, which is the manner that the knave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail.

Even a Huron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water."

"Will this assist in explaining the difficulty?" said Heyward, pointing toward the fragments of a sort of

handbarrow, that had been rudely constructed of boughs, and bound together with withes, and which now

seemed carelessly cast aside as useless.

"'Tis explained!" cried the delighted Hawkeye. "If them varlets have passed a minute, they have spent hours

in striving to fabricate a lying end to their trail! Well, I've known them to waste a day in the same manner to

as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, and two of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal

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this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child's and yet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence

is partial in its gifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us must allow."

"The tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships," said Munro, looking at the light footsteps

of his children, with a parent's love; "we shall find their fainting forms in this desert."

"Of that there is little cause of fear," returned the scout, slowly shaking his head; "this is a firm and straight,

though a light step, and not over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and there the darkhair

has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; my knowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting,

hereaway. Now, the singer was beginning to be footsore and legweary, as is plain by his trail. There, you

see, he slipped; here he has traveled wide and tottered; and there again it looks as though he journeyed on

snowshoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardly give his legs a proper training."

From such undeniable testimony did the practised woodsman arrive at the truth, with nearly as much certainty

and precision as if he had been a witness of all those events which his ingenuity so easily elucidated. Cheered

by these assurances, and satisfied by a reasoning that was so obvious, while it was so simple, the party

resumed its course, after making a short halt, to take a hurried repast.

When the meal was ended, the scout cast a glance upward at the setting sun, and pushed forward with a

rapidity which compelled Heyward and the still vigorous Munro to exert all their muscles to equal. Their

route now lay along the bottom which has already been mentioned. As the Hurons had made no further

efforts to conceal their footsteps, the progress of the pursuers was no longer delayed by uncertainty. Before

an hour had elapsed, however, the speed of Hawkeye sensibly abated, and his head, instead of maintaining its

former direct and forward look, began to turn suspiciously from side to side, as if he were conscious of

approaching danger. He soon stopped again, and waited for the whole party to come up.

"I scent the Hurons," he said, speaking to the Mohicans; "yonder is open sky, through the treetops, and we are

getting too nigh their encampment. Sagamore, you will take the hillside, to the right; Uncas will bend along

the brook to the left, while I will try the trail. If anything should happen, the call will be three croaks of a

crow. I saw one of the birds fanning himself in the air, just beyond the dead oakanother sign that we are

approaching an encampment."

The Indians departed their several ways without reply, while Hawkeye cautiously proceeded with the two

gentlemen. Heyward soon pressed to the side of their guide, eager to catch an early glimpse of those enemies

he had pursued with so much toil and anxiety. His companion told him to steal to the edge of the wood,

which, as usual, was fringed with a thicket, and wait his coming, for he wished to examine certain suspicious

signs a little on one side. Duncan obeyed, and soon found himself in a situation to command a view which he

found as extraordinary as it was novel.

The trees of many acres had been felled, and the glow of a mild summer's evening had fallen on the clearing,

in beautiful contrast to the gray light of the forest. A short distance from the place where Duncan stood, the

stream had seemingly expanded into a little lake, covering most of the low land, from mountain to mountain.

The water fell out of this wide basin, in a cataract so regular and gentle, that it appeared rather to be the work

of human hands than fashioned by nature. A hundred earthen dwellings stood on the margin of the lake, and

even in its waters, as though the latter had overflowed its usual banks. Their rounded roofs, admirably

molded for defense against the weather, denoted more of industry and foresight than the natives were wont to

bestow on their regular habitations, much less on those they occupied for the temporary purposes of hunting

and war. In short, the whole village or town, whichever it might be termed, possessed more of method and

neatness of execution, than the white men had been accustomed to believe belonged, ordinarily, to the Indian

habits. It appeared, however, to be deserted. At least, so thought Duncan for many minutes; but, at length, he

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the train some heavy, and as he was quick to apprehend, some formidable engine. Just then a few

darklooking heads gleamed out of the dwellings, and the place seemed suddenly alive with beings, which,

however, glided from cover to cover so swiftly, as to allow no opportunity of examining their humors or

pursuits. Alarmed at these suspicious and inexplicable movements, he was about to attempt the signal of the

crows, when the rustling of leaves at hand drew his eyes in another direction.

The young man started, and recoiled a few paces instinctively, when he found himself within a hundred yards

of a stranger Indian. Recovering his recollection on the instant, instead of sounding an alarm, which might

prove fatal to himself, he remained stationary, an attentive observer of the other's motions.

An instant of calm observation served to assure Duncan that he was undiscovered. The native, like himself,

seemed occupied in considering the low dwellings of the village, and the stolen movements of its inhabitants.

It was impossible to discover the expression of his features through the grotesque mask of paint under which

they were concealed, though Duncan fancied it was rather melancholy than savage. His head was shaved, as

usual, with the exception of the crown, from whose tuft three or four faded feathers from a hawk's wing were

loosely dangling. A ragged calico mantle half encircled his body, while his nether garment was composed of

an ordinary shirt, the sleeves of which were made to perform the office that is usually executed by a much

more commodious arrangement. His legs were, however, covered with a pair of good deerskin moccasins.

Altogether, the appearance of the individual was forlorn and miserable.

Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor when the scout stole silently and cautiously

to his side.

"You see we have reached their settlement or encampment," whispered the young man; "and here is one of

the savages himself, in a very embarrassing position for our further movements."

Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, when, directed by the finger of his companion, the stranger came

under his view. Then lowering the dangerous muzzle he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a

scrutiny that was already intensely keen.

"The imp is not a Huron," he said, "nor of any of the Canada tribes; and yet you see, by his clothes, the knave

has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murdering

set of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has put his rifle or his bow?"

"He appears to have no arms; nor does he seem to be viciously inclined. Unless he communicate the alarm to

his fellows, who, as you see, are dodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him."

The scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealed amazement. Then opening wide

his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained and heartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner which

danger had so long taught him to practise.

Repeating the words, "Fellows who are dodging about the water!" he added, "so much for schooling and

passing a boyhood in the settlements! The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keep

him under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and take him alive. Fire on no account."

Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his person in the thicket, when, stretching forth

his arm, he arrested him, in order to ask:

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Hawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take the question; then, nodding his head,

he answered, still laughing, though inaudibly:

"Fire a whole platoon, major."

In the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited several minutes in feverish impatience,

before he caught another glimpse of the scout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which his

dress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intended captive. Having reached within a few

yards of the latter, he arose to his feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows were struck on

the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceive that a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a

body, into the troubled little sheet. Grasping his rifle his looks were again bent on the Indian near him.

Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savage stretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the

movements about the gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, the uplifted hand of

Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparent reason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in

another long, though still silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter of Hawkeye was

ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, he tapped him lightly on the shoulder, and exclaimed

aloud:

"How now, friend! have you a mind to teach the beavers to sing?"

"Even so," was the ready answer. "It would seem that the Being that gave them power to improve His gifts so

well, would not deny them voices to proclaim His praise."

CHAPTER 22

"Bot.Abibl we all met?

Qui.Patpat; and here's a marvelous convenient place for our rehearsal."

Midsummer Night's Dream

The reader may better imagine, that we describe the surprise of Heyward. His lurking Indians were suddenly

converted into fourfooted beasts; his lake into a beaver pond; his cataract into a dam, constructed by those

industrious and ingenious quadrupeds; and a suspected enemy into his tried friend, David Gamut, the master

of psalmody. The presence of the latter created so many unexpected hopes relative to the sisters that, without

a moment's hesitation, the young man broke out of his ambush, and sprang forward to join the two principal

actors in the scene.

The merriment of Hawkeye was not easily appeased. Without ceremony, and with a rough hand, he twirled

the supple Gamut around on his heel, and more than once affirmed that the Hurons had done themselves great

credit in the fashion of his costume. Then, seizing the hand of the other, he squeezed it with a grip that

brought tears into the eyes of the placid David, and wished him joy of his new condition.

"You were about opening your throatpractisings among the beavers, were ye?" he said. "The cunning devils

know half the trade already, for they beat the time with their tails, as you heard just now; and in good time it

was, too, or 'killdeer' might have sounded the first note among them. I have known greater fools, who could

read and write, than an experienced old beaver; but as for squalling, the animals are born dumb! What think

you of such a song as this?"

David shut his sensitive ears, and even Heyward apprised as he was of the nature of the cry, looked upward in

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"See!" continued the laughing scout, as he pointed toward the remainder of the party, who, in obedience to

the signal, were already approaching; "this is music which has its natural virtues; it brings two good rifles to

my elbow, to say nothing of the knives and tomahawks. But we see that you are safe; now tell us what has

become of the maidens."

"They are captives to the heathen," said David; "and, though greatly troubled in spirit, enjoying comfort and

safety in the body."

"Both!" demanded the breathless Heyward.

"Even so. Though our wayfaring has been sore and our sustenance scanty, we have had little other cause for

complaint, except the violence done our feelings, by being thus led in captivity into a far land."

"Bless ye for these very words!" exclaimed the trembling Munro; "I shall then receive my babes, spotless and

angel like, as I lost them!"

"I know not that their delivery is at hand," returned the doubting David; "the leader of these savages is

possessed of an evil spirit that no power short of Omnipotence can tame. I have tried him sleeping and

waking, but neither sounds nor language seem to touch his soul."

"Where is the knave?" bluntly interrupted the scout.

"He hunts the moose today, with his young men; and tomorrow, as I hear, they pass further into the forests,

and nigher to the borders of Canada. The elder maiden is conveyed to a neighboring people, whose lodges are

situate beyond yonder black pinnacle of rock; while the younger is detained among the women of the Hurons,

whose dwellings are but two short miles hence, on a tableland, where the fire had done the office of the axe,

and prepared the place for their reception."

"Alice, my gentle Alice!" murmured Heyward; "she has lost the consolation of her sister's presence!"

"Even so. But so far as praise and thanksgiving in psalmody can temper the spirit in affliction, she has not

suffered."

"Has she then a heart for music?"

"Of the graver and more solemn character; though it must be acknowledged that, in spite of all my endeavors,

the maiden weeps oftener than she smiles. At such moments I forbear to press the holy songs; but there are

many sweet and comfortable periods of satisfactory communication, when the ears of the savages are

astounded with the upliftings of our voices."

"And why are you permitted to go at large, unwatched?"

David composed his features into what he intended should express an air of modest humility, before he

meekly replied:

"Little be the praise to such a worm as I. But, though the power of psalmody was suspended in the terrible

business of that field of blood through which we have passed, it has recovered its influence even over the

souls of the heathen, and I am suffered to go and come at will."

The scout laughed, and, tapping his own forehead significantly, he perhaps explained the singular indulgence

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"The Indians never harm a noncomposser. But why, when the path lay open before your eyes, did you not

strike back on your own trail (it is not so blind as that which a squirrel would make), and bring in the tidings

to Edward?"

The scout, remembering only his own sturdy and iron nature, had probably exacted a task that David, under

no circumstances, could have performed. But, without entirely losing the meekness of his air, the latter was

content to answer:

"Though my soul would rejoice to visit the habitations of Christendom once more, my feet would rather

follow the tender spirits intrusted to my keeping, even into the idolatrous province of the Jesuits, than take

one step backward, while they pined in captivity and sorrow."

Though the figurative language of David was not very intelligible, the sincere and steady expression of his

eye, and the glow of his honest countenance, were not easily mistaken. Uncas pressed closer to his side, and

regarded the speaker with a look of commendation, while his father expressed his satisfaction by the ordinary

pithy exclamation of approbation. The scout shook his head as he rejoined:

"The Lord never intended that the man should place all his endeavors in his throat, to the neglect of other and

better gifts! But he has fallen into the hands of some silly woman, when he should have been gathering his

education under a blue sky, among the beauties of the forest. Here, friend; I did intend to kindle a fire with

this tooting whistle of thine; but, as you value the thing, take it, and blow your best on it."

Gamut received his pitchpipe with as strong an expression of pleasure as he believed compatible with the

grave functions he exercised. After essaying its virtues repeatedly, in contrast with his own voice, and,

satisfying himself that none of its melody was lost, he made a very serious demonstration toward achieving a

few stanzas of one of the longest effusions in the little volume so often mentioned.

Heyward, however, hastily interrupted his pious purpose by continuing questions concerning the past and

present condition of his fellow captives, and in a manner more methodical than had been permitted by his

feelings in the opening of their interview. David, though he regarded his treasure with longing eyes, was

constrained to answer, especially as the venerable father took a part in the interrogatories, with an interest too

imposing to be denied. Nor did the scout fail to throw in a pertinent inquiry, whenever a fitting occasion

presented. In this manner, though with frequent interruptions which were filled with certain threatening

sounds from the recovered instrument, the pursuers were put in possession of such leading circumstances as

were likely to prove useful in accomplishing their great and engrossing objectthe recovery of the sisters.

The narrative of David was simple, and the facts but few.

Magua had waited on the mountain until a safe moment to retire presented itself, when he had descended, and

taken the route along the western side of the Horican in direction of the Canadas. As the subtle Huron was

familiar with the paths, and well knew there was no immediate danger of pursuit, their progress had been

moderate, and far from fatiguing. It appeared from the unembellished statement of David, that his own

presence had been rather endured than desired; though even Magua had not been entirely exempt from that

veneration with which the Indians regard those whom the Great Spirit had visited in their intellects. At night,

the utmost care had been taken of the captives, both to prevent injury from the damps of the woods and to

guard against an escape. At the spring, the horses were turned loose, as has been seen; and, notwithstanding

the remoteness and length of their trail, the artifices already named were resorted to, in order to cut off every

clue to their place of retreat. On their arrival at the encampment of his people, Magua, in obedience to a

policy seldom departed from, separated his prisoners. Cora had been sent to a tribe that temporarily occupied

an adjacent valley, though David was far too ignorant of the customs and history of the natives, to be able to

declare anything satisfactory concerning their name or character. He only knew that they had not engaged in

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and that they maintained an amicable, though a watchful intercourse with the warlike and savage people

whom chance had, for a time, brought in such close and disagreeable contact with themselves.

The Mohicans and the scout listened to his interrupted and imperfect narrative, with an interest that obviously

increased as he proceeded; and it was while attempting to explain the pursuits of the community in which

Cora was detained, that the latter abruptly demanded:

"Did you see the fashion of their knives? wee they of English or French formation?"

"My thoughts were bent on no such vanities, but rather mingled in consolation with those of the maidens."

"The time may come when you will not consider the knife of a savage such a despicable vanity," returned the

scout, with a strong expression of contempt for the other's dullness. "Had they held their corn feastor can

you say anything of the totems of the tribe?"

"Of corn, we had many and plentiful feasts; for the grain, being in the milk is both sweet to the mouth and

comfortable to the stomach. Of totem, I know not the meaning; but if it appertaineth in any wise to the art of

Indian music, it need not be inquired after at their hands. They never join their voices in praise, and it would

seem that they are among the profanest of the idolatrous."

"Therein you belie the natur' of an Indian. Even the Mingo adores but the true and loving God. 'Tis wicked

fabrication of the whites, and I say it to the shame of my color that would make the warrior bow down before

images of his own creation. It is true, they endeavor to make truces to the wicked oneas who would not

with an enemy he cannot conquer! but they look up for favor and assistance to the Great and Good Spirit

only."

"It may be so," said David; "but I have seen strange and fantastic images drawn in their paint, of which their

admiration and care savored of spiritual pride; especially one, and that, too, a foul and loathsome object."

"Was it a sarpent?" quickly demanded the scout.

"Much the same. It was in the likeness of an abject and creeping tortoise."

"Hugh!" exclaimed both the attentive Mohicans in a breath; while the scout shook his head with the air of one

who had made an important but by no means a pleasing discovery. Then the father spoke, in the language of

the Delawares, and with a calmness and dignity that instantly arrested the attention even of those to whom his

words were unintelligible. His gestures were impressive, and at times energetic. Once he lifted his arm on

high; and, as it descended, the action threw aside the folds of his light mantle, a finger resting on his breast, as

if he would enforce his meaning by the attitude. Duncan's eyes followed the movement, and he perceived that

the animal just mentioned was beautifully, though faintly, worked in blue tint, on the swarthy breast of the

chief. All that he had ever heard of the violent separation of the vast tribes of the Delawares rushed across his

mind, and he awaited the proper moment to speak, with a suspense that was rendered nearly intolerable by his

interest in the stake. His wish, however, was anticipated by the scout who turned from his red friend, saying:

"We have found that which may be good or evil to us, as heaven disposes. The Sagamore is of the high blood

of the Delawares, and is the great chief of their Tortoises! That some of this stock are among the people of

whom the singer tells us, is plain by his words; and, had he but spent half the breath in prudent questions that

he has blown away in making a trumpet of his throat, we might have known how many warriors they

numbered. It is, altogether, a dangerous path we move in; for a friend whose face is turned from you often

bears a bloodier mind than the enemy who seeks your scalp."


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"Explain," said Duncan.

"'Tis a long and melancholy tradition, and one I little like to think of; for it is not to be denied that the evil has

been mainly done by men with white skins. But it has ended in turning the tomahawk of brother against

brother, and brought the Mingo and the Delaware to travel in the same path."

"You, then, suspect it is a portion of that people among whom Cora resides?"

The scout nodded his head in assent, though he seemed anxious to waive the further discussion of a subject

that appeared painful. The impatient Duncan now made several hasty and desperate propositions to attempt

the release of the sisters. Munro seemed to shake off his apathy, and listened to the wild schemes of the

young man with a deference that his gray hairs and reverend years should have denied. But the scout, after

suffering the ardor of the lover to expend itself a little, found means to convince him of the folly of

precipitation, in a manner that would require their coolest judgment and utmost fortitude.

"It would be well," he added, "to let this man go in again, as usual, and for him to tarry in the lodges, giving

notice to the gentle ones of our approach, until we call him out, by signal, to consult. You know the cry of a

crow, friend, from the whistle of the whippoorwill?"

"'Tis a pleasing bird," returned David, "and has a soft and melancholy note! though the time is rather quick

and ill measured."

"He speaks of the wishtonwish," said the scout; "well, since you like his whistle, it shall be your signal.

Remember, then, when you hear the whippoorwill's call three times repeated, you are to come into the

bushes where the bird might be supposed"

"Stop," interrupted Heyward; "I will accompany him."

"You!" exclaimed the astonished Hawkeye; "are you tired of seeing the sun rise and set?"

"David is a living proof that the Hurons can be merciful."

"Ay, but David can use his throat, as no man in his senses would pervart the gift."

"I too can play the madman, the fool, the hero; in short, any or everything to rescue her I love. Name your

objections no longer: I am resolved."

Hawkeye regarded the young man a moment in speechless amazement. But Duncan, who, in deference to the

other's skill and services, had hitherto submitted somewhat implicitly to his dictation, now assumed the

superior, with a manner that was not easily resisted. He waved his hand, in sign of his dislike to all

remonstrance, and then, in more tempered language, he continued:

"You have the means of disguise; change me; paint me, too, if you will; in short, alter me to anythinga

fool."

"It is not for one like me to say that he who is already formed by so powerful a hand as Providence, stands in

need of a change," muttered the discontented scout. "When you send your parties abroad in war, you find it

prudent, at least, to arrange the marks and places of encampment, in order that they who fight on your side

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"Listen," interrupted Duncan; "you have heard from this faithful follower of the captives, that the Indians are

of two tribes, if not of different nations. With one, whom you think to be a branch of the Delawares, is she

you call the 'darkhair'; the other, and younger, of the ladies, is undeniably with our declared enemies, the

Hurons. It becomes my youth and rank to attempt the latter adventure. While you, therefore, are negotiating

with your friends for the release of one of the sisters, I will effect that of the other, or die."

The awakened spirit of the young soldier gleamed in his eyes, and his form became imposing under its

influence. Hawkeye, though too much accustomed to Indian artifices not to foresee the danger of the

experiment, knew not well how to combat this sudden resolution.

Perhaps there was something in the proposal that suited his own hardy nature, and that secret love of

desperate adventure, which had increased with his experience, until hazard and danger had become, in some

measure, necessary to the enjoyment of his existence. Instead of continuing to oppose the scheme of Duncan,

his humor suddenly altered, and he lent himself to its execution.

"Come," he said, with a goodhumored smile; "the buck that will take to the water must be headed, and not

followed. Chingachgook has as many different paints as the engineer officer's wife, who takes down natur' on

scraps of paper, making the mountains look like cocks of rusty hay, and placing the blue sky in reach of your

hand. The Sagamore can use them, too. Seat yourself on the log; and my life on it, he can soon make a natural

fool of you, and that well to your liking."

Duncan complied; and the Mohican, who had been an attentive listener to the discourse, readily undertook

the office. Long practised in all the subtle arts of his race, he drew, with great dexterity and quickness, the

fantastic shadow that the natives were accustomed to consider as the evidence of a friendly and jocular

disposition. Every line that could possibly be interpreted into a secret inclination for war, was carefully

avoided; while, on the other hand, he studied those conceits that might be construed into amity.

In short, he entirely sacrificed every appearance of the warrior to the masquerade of a buffoon. Such

exhibitions were not uncommon among the Indians, and as Duncan was already sufficiently disguised in his

dress, there certainly did exist some reason for believing that, with his knowledge of French, he might pass

for a juggler from Ticonderoga, straggling among the allied and friendly tribes.

When he was thought to be sufficiently painted, the scout gave him much friendly advice; concerted signals,

and appointed the place where they should meet, in the event of mutual success. The parting between Munro

and his young friend was more melancholy; still, the former submitted to the separation with an indifference

that his warm and honest nature would never have permitted in a more healthful state of mind. The scout led

Heyward aside, and acquainted him with his intention to leave the veteran in some safe encampment, in

charge of Chingachgook, while he and Uncas pursued their inquires among the people they had reason to

believe were Delawares. Then, renewing his cautions and advice, he concluded by saying, with a solemnity

and warmth of feeling, with which Duncan was deeply touched:

"And, now, God bless you! You have shown a spirit that I like; for it is the gift of youth, more especially one

of warm blood and a stout heart. But believe the warning of a man who has reason to know all he says to be

true. You will have occasion for your best manhood, and for a sharper wit than what is to be gathered in

books, afore you outdo the cunning or get the better of the courage of a Mingo. God bless you! if the Hurons

master your scalp, rely on the promise of one who has two stout warriors to back him. They shall pay for their

victory, with a life for every hair it holds. I say, young gentleman, may Providence bless your undertaking,

which is altogether for good; and, remember, that to outwit the knaves it is lawful to practise things that may

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Duncan shook his worthy and reluctant associate warmly by the hand, once more recommended his aged

friend to his care, and returning his good wishes, he motioned to David to proceed. Hawkeye gazed after the

highspirited and adventurous young man for several moments, in open admiration; then, shaking his head

doubtingly, he turned, and led his own division of the party into the concealment of the forest.

The route taken by Duncan and David lay directly across the clearing of the beavers, and along the margin of

their pond.

When the former found himself alone with one so simple, and so little qualified to render any assistance in

desperate emergencies, he first began to be sensible of the difficulties of the task he had undertaken. The

fading light increased the gloominess of the bleak and savage wilderness that stretched so far on every side of

him, and there was even a fearful character in the stillness of those little huts, that he knew were so

abundantly peopled. It struck him, as he gazed at the admirable structures and the wonderful precautions of

their sagacious inmates, that even the brutes of these vast wilds were possessed of an instinct nearly

commensurate with his own reason; and he could not reflect, without anxiety, on the unequal contest that he

had so rashly courted. Then came the glowing image of Alice; her distress; her actual danger; and all the peril

of his situation was forgotten. Cheering David, he moved on with the light and vigorous step of youth and

enterprise.

After making nearly a semicircle around the pond, they diverged from the watercourse, and began to ascend

to the level of a slight elevation in that bottom land, over which they journeyed. Within half an hour they

gained the margin of another opening that bore all the signs of having been also made by the beavers, and

which those sagacious animals had probably been induced, by some accident, to abandon, for the more

eligible position they now occupied. A very natural sensation caused Duncan to hesitate a moment, unwilling

to leave the cover of their bushy path, as a man pauses to collect his energies before he essays any hazardous

experiment, in which he is secretly conscious they will all be needed. He profited by the halt, to gather such

information as might be obtained from his short and hasty glances.

On the opposite side of the clearing, and near the point where the brook tumbled over some rocks, from a still

higher level, some fifty or sixty lodges, rudely fabricated of logs brush, and earth intermingled, were to be

discovered. They were arranged without any order, and seemed to be constructed with very little attention to

neatness or beauty. Indeed, so very inferior were they in the two latter particulars to the village Duncan had

just seen, that he began to expect a second surprise, no less astonishing that the former. This expectation was

is no degree diminished, when, by the doubtful twilight, he beheld twenty or thirty forms rising alternately

from the cover of the tall, coarse grass, in front of the lodges, and then sinking again from the sight, as it were

to burrow in the earth. By the sudden and hasty glimpses that he caught of these figures, they seemed more

like dark, glancing specters, or some other unearthly beings, than creatures fashioned with the ordinary and

vulgar materials of flesh and blood. A gaunt, naked form was seen, for a single instant, tossing its arms

wildly in the air, and then the spot it had filled was vacant; the figure appearing suddenly in some other and

distant place, or being succeeded by another, possessing the same mysterious character. David, observing that

his companion lingered, pursued the direction of his gaze, and in some measure recalled the recollection of

Heyward, by speaking.

"There is much fruitful soil uncultivated here," he said; "and, I may add, without the sinful leaven of self

commendation, that, since my short sojourn in these heathenish abodes, much good seed has been scattered

by the wayside."

"The tribes are fonder of the chase than of the arts of men of labor," returned the unconscious Duncan, still

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"It is rather joy than labor to the spirit, to lift up the voice in praise; but sadly do these boys abuse their gifts.

Rarely have I found any of their age, on whom nature has so freely bestowed the elements of psalmody; and

surely, surely, there are none who neglect them more. Three nights have I now tarried here, and three several

times have I assembled the urchins to join in sacred song; and as often have they responded to my efforts

with whoopings and howlings that have chilled my soul!"

"Of whom speak you?"

"Of those children of the devil, who waste the precious moments in yonder idle antics. Ah! the wholesome

restraint of discipline is but little known among this selfabandoned people. In a country of birches, a rod is

never seen, and it ought not to appear a marvel in my eyes, that the choicest blessings of Providence are

wasted in such cries as these."

David closed his ears against the juvenile pack, whose yell just then rang shrilly through the forest; and

Duncan, suffering his lip to curl, as in mockery of his own superstition, said firmly:

"We will proceed."

Without removing the safeguards form his ears, the master of song complied, and together they pursued their

way toward what David was sometimes wont to call the "tents of the Philistines."

CHAPTER 23

"But though the beast of game

The privilege of chase may claim;

Though space and law the stag we lend

Ere hound we slip, or bow we bend;

Whoever recked, where, how, or when

The prowling fox was trapped or slain?"Lady of the Lake

It is unusual to find an encampment of the natives, like those of the more instructed whites, guarded by the

presence of armed men. Well informed of the approach of every danger, while it is yet at a distance, the

Indian generally rests secure under his knowledge of the signs of the forest, and the long and difficult paths

that separate him from those he has most reason to dread. But the enemy who, by any lucky concurrence of

accidents, has found means to elude the vigilance of the scouts, will seldom meet with sentinels nearer home

to sound the alarm. In addition to this general usage, the tribes friendly to the French knew too well the

weight of the blow that had just been struck, to apprehend any immediate danger from the hostile nations that

were tributary to the crown of Britain.

When Duncan and David, therefore, found themselves in the center of the children, who played the antics

already mentioned, it was without the least previous intimation of their approach. But so soon as they were

observed the whole of the juvenile pack raised, by common consent, a shrill and warning whoop; and then

sank, as it were, by magic, from before the sight of their visitors. The naked, tawny bodies of the crouching

urchins blended so nicely at that hour, with the withered herbage, that at first it seemed as if the earth had, in

truth, swallowed up their forms; though when surprise permitted Duncan to bend his look more curiously

about the spot, he found it everywhere met by dark, quick, and rolling eyeballs.

Gathering no encouragement from this startling presage of the nature of the scrutiny he was likely to undergo

from the more mature judgments of the men, there was an instant when the young soldier would have

retreated. It was, however, too late to appear to hesitate. The cry of the children had drawn a dozen warriors

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nearer approach of those who had unexpectedly come among them.

David, in some measure familiarized to the scene, led the way with a steadiness that no slight obstacle was

likely to disconcert, into this very building. It was the principal edifice of the village, though roughly

constructed of the bark and branches of trees; being the lodge in which the tribe held its councils and public

meetings during their temporary residence on the borders of the English province. Duncan found it difficult to

assume the necessary appearance of unconcern, as he brushed the dark and powerful frames of the savages

who thronged its threshold; but, conscious that his existence depended on his presence of mind, he trusted to

the discretion of his companion, whose footsteps he closely followed, endeavoring, as he proceeded, to rally

his thoughts for the occasion. His blood curdled when he found himself in absolute contact with such fierce

and implacable enemies; but he so far mastered his feelings as to pursue his way into the center of the lodge,

with an exterior that did not betray the weakness. Imitating the example of the deliberate Gamut, he drew a

bundle of fragrant brush from beneath a pile that filled the corner of the hut, and seated himself in silence.

So soon as their visitor had passed, the observant warriors fell back from the entrance, and arranging

themselves about him, they seemed patiently to await the moment when it might comport with the dignity of

the stranger to speak. By far the greater number stood leaning, in lazy, lounging attitudes, against the upright

posts that supported the crazy building, while three or four of the oldest and most distinguished of the chiefs

placed themselves on the earth a little more in advance.

A flaring torch was burning in the place, and set its red glare from face to face and figure to figure, as it

waved in the currents of air. Duncan profited by its light to read the probable character of his reception, in the

countenances of his hosts. But his ingenuity availed him little, against the cold artifices of the people he had

encountered. The chiefs in front scarce cast a glance at his person, keeping their eyes on the ground, with an

air that might have been intended for respect, but which it was quite easy to construe into distrust. The men in

the shadow were less reserved. Duncan soon detected their searching, but stolen, looks which, in truth,

scanned his person and attire inch by inch; leaving no emotion of the countenance, no gesture, no line of the

paint, nor even the fashion of a garment, unheeded, and without comment.

At length one whose hair was beginning to be sprinkled with gray, but whose sinewy limbs and firm tread

announced that he was still equal to the duties of manhood, advanced out of the gloom of a corner, whither he

had probably posted himself to make his observations unseen, and spoke. He used the language of the

Wyandots, or Hurons; his words were, consequently, unintelligible to Heyward, though they seemed, by the

gestures that accompanied them, to be uttered more in courtesy than anger. The latter shook his head, and

made a gesture indicative of his inability to reply.

"Do none of my brothers speak the French or the English?" he said, in the former language, looking about

him from countenance to countenance, in hopes of finding a nod of assent.

Though more than one had turned, as if to catch the meaning of his words, they remained unanswered.

"I should be grieved to think," continued Duncan, speaking slowly, and using the simplest French of which

he was the master, "to believe that none of this wise and brave nation understand the language that the'Grand

Monarque' uses when he talks to his children. His heart would be heavy did he believe his red warriors paid

him so little respect!"

A long and grave pause succeeded, during which no movement of a limb, nor any expression of an eye,

betrayed the expression produced by his remark. Duncan, who knew that silence was a virtue among his

hosts, gladly had recourse to the custom, in order to arrange his ideas. At length the same warrior who had

before addressed him replied, by dryly demanding, in the language of the Canadas:


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"When our Great Father speaks to his people, is it with the tongue of a Huron?"

"He knows no difference in his children, whether the color of the skin be red, or black, or white," returned

Duncan, evasively; "though chiefly is he satisfied with the brave Hurons."

"In what manner will he speak," demanded the wary chief, "when the runners count to him the scalps which

five nights ago grew on the heads of the Yengeese?"

"They were his enemies," said Duncan, shuddering involuntarily; "and doubtless, he will say, it is good; my

Hurons are very gallant."

"Our Canada father does not think it. Instead of looking forward to reward his Indians, his eyes are turned

backward. He sees the dead Yengeese, but no Huron. What can this mean?"

"A great chief, like him, has more thoughts than tongues. He looks to see that no enemies are on his trail."

"The canoe of a dead warrior will not float on the Horican," returned the savage, gloomily. "His ears are open

to the Delawares, who are not our friends, and they fill them with lies."

"It cannot be. See; he has bid me, who am a man that knows the art of healing, to go to his children, the red

Hurons of the great lakes, and ask if any are sick!"

Another silence succeeded this annunciation of the character Duncan had assumed. Every eye was

simultaneously bent on his person, as if to inquire into the truth or falsehood of the declaration, with an

intelligence and keenness that caused the subject of their scrutiny to tremble for the result. He was, however,

relieved again by the former speaker.

"Do the cunning men of the Canadas paint their skins?" the Huron coldly continued; "we have heard them

boast that their faces were pale."

"When an Indian chief comes among his white fathers," returned Duncan, with great steadiness, "he lays

aside his buffalo robe, to carry the shirt that is offered him. My brothers have given me paint and I wear it."

A low murmur of applause announced that the compliment of the tribe was favorably received. The elderly

chief made a gesture of commendation, which was answered by most of his companions, who each threw

forth a hand and uttered a brief exclamation of pleasure. Duncan began to breathe more freely, believing that

the weight of his examination was past; and, as he had already prepared a simple and probable tale to support

his pretended occupation, his hopes of ultimate success grew brighter.

After a silence of a few moments, as if adjusting his thoughts, in order to make a suitable answer to the

declaration their guests had just given, another warrior arose, and placed himself in an attitude to speak.

While his lips were yet in the act of parting, a low but fearful sound arose from the forest, and was

immediately succeeded by a high, shrill yell, that was drawn out, until it equaled the longest and most

plaintive howl of the wolf. The sudden and terrible interruption caused Duncan to start from his seat,

unconscious of everything but the effect produced by so frightful a cry. At the same moment, the warriors

glided in a body from the lodge, and the outer air was filled with loud shouts, that nearly drowned those

awful sounds, which were still ringing beneath the arches of the woods. Unable to command himself any

longer, the youth broke from the place, and presently stood in the center of a disorderly throng, that included

nearly everything having life, within the limits of the encampment. Men, women, and children; the aged, the

inform, the active, and the strong, were alike abroad, some exclaiming aloud, others clapping their hands with

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astounded, at first, by the uproar, Heyward was soon enabled to find its solution by the scene that followed.

There yet lingered sufficient light in the heavens to exhibit those bright openings among the treetops, where

different paths left the clearing to enter the depths of the wilderness. Beneath one of them, a line of warriors

issued from the woods, and advanced slowly toward the dwellings. One in front bore a short pole, on which,

as it afterwards appeared, were suspended several human scalps. The startling sounds that Duncan had heard

were what the whites have not inappropriately called the "deathhallo"; and each repetition of the cry was

intended to announce to the tribe the fate of an enemy. Thus far the knowledge of Heyward assisted him in

the explanation; and as he now knew that the interruption was caused by the unlookedfor return of a

successful warparty, every disagreeable sensation was quieted in inward congratulation, for the opportune

relief and insignificance it conferred on himself.

When at the distance of a few hundred feet from the lodges the newly arrived warriors halted. Their plaintive

and terrific cry, which was intended to represent equally the wailings of the dead and the triumph to the

victors, had entirely ceased. One of their number now called aloud, in words that were far from appalling,

though not more intelligible to those for whose ears they were intended, than their expressive yells. It would

be difficult to convey a suitable idea of the savage ecstasy with which the news thus imparted was received.

The whole encampment, in a moment, became a scene of the most violent bustle and commotion. The

warriors drew their knives, and flourishing them, they arranged themselves in two lines, forming a lane that

extended from the warparty to the lodges. The squaws seized clubs, axes, or whatever weapon of offense

first offered itself to their hands, and rushed eagerly to act their part in the cruel game that was at hand. Even

the children would not be excluded; but boys, little able to wield the instruments, tore the tomahawks from

the belts of their fathers, and stole into the ranks, apt imitators of the savage traits exhibited by their parents.

Large piles of brush lay scattered about the clearing, and a wary and aged squaw was occupied in firing as

many as might serve to light the coming exhibition. As the flame arose, its power exceeded that of the parting

day, and assisted to render objects at the same time more distinct and more hideous. The whole scene formed

a striking picture, whose frame was composed of the dark and tall border of pines. The warriors just arrived

were the most distant figures. A little in advance stood two men, who were apparently selected from the rest,

as the principal actors in what was to follow. The light was not strong enough to render their features distinct,

though it was quite evident that they were governed by very different emotions. While one stood erect and

firm, prepared to meet his fate like a hero, the other bowed his head, as if palsied by terror or stricken with

shame. The highspirited Duncan felt a powerful impulse of admiration and pity toward the former, though

no opportunity could offer to exhibit his generous emotions. He watched his slightest movement, however,

with eager eyes; and, as he traced the fine outline of his admirably proportioned and active frame, he

endeavored to persuade himself, that, if the powers of man, seconded by such noble resolution, could bear

one harmless through so severe a trial, the youthful captive before him might hope for success in the

hazardous race he was about to run. Insensibly the young man drew nigher to the swarthy lines of the Hurons,

and scarcely breathed, so intense became his interest in the spectacle. Just then the signal yell was given, and

the momentary quiet which had preceded it was broken by a burst of cries, that far exceeded any before

heard. The more abject of the two victims continued motionless; but the other bounded from the place at the

cry, with the activity and swiftness of a deer. Instead of rushing through the hostile lines, as had been

expected, he just entered the dangerous defile, and before time was given for a single blow, turned short, and

leaping the heads of a row of children, he gained at once the exterior and safer side of the formidable array.

The artifice was answered by a hundred voices raised in imprecations; and the whole of the excited multitude

broke from their order, and spread themselves about the place in wild confusion.

A dozen blazing piles now shed their lurid brightness on the place, which resembled some unhallowed and

supernatural arena, in which malicious demons had assembled to act their bloody and lawless rites. The forms

in the background looked like unearthly beings, gliding before the eye, and cleaving the air with frantic and

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by the gleams that shot athwart their inflamed visages.

It will easily be understood that, amid such a concourse of vindictive enemies, no breathing time was allowed

the fugitive. There was a single moment when it seemed as if he would have reached the forest, but the whole

body of his captors threw themselves before him, and drove him back into the center of his relentless

persecutors. Turning like a headed deer, he shot, with the swiftness of an arrow, through a pillar of forked

flame, and passing the whole multitude harmless, he appeared on the opposite side of the clearing. Here, too,

he was met and turned by a few of the older and more subtle of the Hurons. Once more he tried the throng, as

if seeking safety in its blindness, and then several moments succeeded, during which Duncan believed the

active and courageous young stranger was lost.

Nothing could be distinguished but a dark mass of human forms tossed and involved in inexplicable

confusion. Arms, gleaming knives, and formidable clubs, appeared above them, but the blows were evidently

given at random. The awful effect was heightened by the piercing shrieks of the women and the fierce yells

of the warriors. Now and then Duncan caught a glimpse of a light form cleaving the air in some desperate

bound, and he rather hoped than believed that the captive yet retained the command of his astonishing powers

of activity. Suddenly the multitude rolled backward, and approached the spot where he himself stood. The

heavy body in the rear pressed upon the women and children in front, and bore them to the earth. The

stranger reappeared in the confusion. Human power could not, however, much longer endure so severe a trial.

Of this the captive seemed conscious. Profiting by the momentary opening, he darted from among the

warriors, and made a desperate, and what seemed to Duncan a final effort to gain the wood. As if aware that

no danger was to be apprehended from the young soldier, the fugitive nearly brushed his person in his flight.

A tall and powerful Huron, who had husbanded his forces, pressed close upon his heels, and with an uplifted

arm menaced a fatal blow. Duncan thrust forth a foot, and the shock precipitated the eager savage headlong,

many feet in advance of his intended victim. Thought itself is not quicker than was the motion with which the

latter profited by the advantage; he turned, gleamed like a meteor again before the eyes of Duncan, and, at the

next moment, when the latter recovered his recollection, and gazed around in quest of the captive, he saw him

quietly leaning against a small painted post, which stood before the door of the principal lodge.

Apprehensive that the part he had taken in the escape might prove fatal to himself, Duncan left the place

without delay. He followed the crowd, which drew nigh the lodges, gloomy and sullen, like any other

multitude that had been disappointed in an execution. Curiosity, or perhaps a better feeling, induced him to

approach the stranger. He found him, standing with one arm cast about the protecting post, and breathing

thick and hard, after his exertions, but disdaining to permit a single sign of suffering to escape. His person

was now protected by immemorial and sacred usage, until the tribe in council had deliberated and determined

on his fate. It was not difficult, however, to foretell the result, if any presage could be drawn from the feelings

of those who crowded the place.

There was no term of abuse known to the Huron vocabulary that the disappointed women did not lavishly

expend on the successful stranger. They flouted at his efforts, and told him, with bitter scoffs, that his feet

were better than his hands; and that he merited wings, while he knew not the use of an arrow or a knife. To all

this the captive made no reply; but was content to preserve an attitude in which dignity was singularly

blended with disdain. Exasperated as much by his composure as by his goodfortune, their words became

unintelligible, and were succeeded by shrill, piercing yells. Just then the crafty squaw, who had taken the

necessary precaution to fire the piles, made her way through the throng, and cleared a place for herself in

front of the captive. The squalid and withered person of this hag might well have obtained for her the

character of possessing more than human cunning. Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her

long, skinny arm, in derision, and using the language of the Lenape, as more intelligible to the subject of her

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"Look you, Delaware," she said, snapping her fingers in his face; "your nation is a race of women, and the

hoe is better fitted to your hands than the gun. Your squaws are the mothers of deer; but if a bear, or a

wildcat, or a serpent were born among you, ye would flee. The Huron girls shall make you petticoats, and we

will find you a husband."

A burst of savage laughter succeeded this attack, during which the soft and musical merriment of the younger

females strangely chimed with the cracked voice of their older and more malignant companion. But the

stranger was superior to all their efforts. His head was immovable; nor did he betray the slightest

consciousness that any were present, except when his haughty eye rolled toward the dusky forms of the

warriors, who stalked in the background silent and sullen observers of the scene.

Infuriated at the selfcommand of the captive, the woman placed her arms akimbo; and, throwing herself into

a posture of defiance, she broke out anew, in a torrent of words that no art of ours could commit successfully

to paper. Her breath was, however, expended in vain; for, although distinguished in her nation as a proficient

in the art of abuse, she was permitted to work herself into such a fury as actually to foam at the mouth,

without causing a muscle to vibrate in the motionless figure of the stranger. The effect of his indifference

began to extend itself to the other spectators; and a youngster, who was just quitting the condition of a boy to

enter the state of manhood, attempted to assist the termagant, by flourishing his tomahawk before their

victim, and adding his empty boasts to the taunts of the women. Then, indeed, the captive turned his face

toward the light, and looked down on the stripling with an expression that was superior to contempt. At the

next moment he resumed his quiet and reclining attitude against the post. But the change of posture had

permitted Duncan to exchange glances with the firm and piercing eyes of Uncas.

Breathless with amazement, and heavily oppressed with the critical situation of his friend, Heyward recoiled

before the look, trembling lest its meaning might, in some unknown manner, hasten the prisoner's fate. There

was not, however, any instant cause for such an apprehension. Just then a warrior forced his way into the

exasperated crowd. Motioning the women and children aside with a stern gesture, he took Uncas by the arm,

and led him toward the door of the councillodge. Thither all the chiefs, and most of the distinguished

warriors, followed; among whom the anxious Heyward found means to enter without attracting any

dangerous attention to himself.

A few minutes were consumed in disposing of those present in a manner suitable to their rank and influence

in the tribe. An order very similar to that adopted in the preceding interview was observed; the aged and

superior chiefs occupying the area of the spacious apartment, within the powerful light of a glaring torch,

while their juniors and inferiors were arranged in the background, presenting a dark outline of swarthy and

marked visages. In the very center of the lodge, immediately under an opening that admitted the twinkling

light of one or two stars, stood Uncas, calm, elevated, and collected. His high and haughty carriage was not

lost on his captors, who often bent their looks on his person, with eyes which, while they lost none of their

inflexibility of purpose, plainly betrayed their admiration of the stranger's daring.

The case was different with the individual whom Duncan had observed to stand forth with his friend,

previously to the desperate trial of speed; and who, instead of joining in the chase, had remained, throughout

its turbulent uproar, like a cringing statue, expressive of shame and disgrace. Though not a hand had been

extended to greet him, nor yet an eye had condescended to watch his movements, he had also entered the

lodge, as though impelled by a fate to whose decrees he submitted, seemingly, without a struggle. Heyward

profited by the first opportunity to gaze in his face, secretly apprehensive he might find the features of

another acquaintance; but they proved to be those of a stranger, and, what was still more inexplicable, of one

who bore all the distinctive marks of a Huron warrior. Instead of mingling with his tribe, however, he sat

apart, a solitary being in a multitude, his form shrinking into a crouching and abject attitude, as if anxious to

fill as little space as possible. When each individual had taken his proper station, and silence reigned in the

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Lenape.

"Delaware," he said, "though one of a nation of women, you have proved yourself a man. I would give you

food; but he who eats with a Huron should become his friend. Rest in peace till the morning sun, when our

last words shall be spoken."

"Seven nights, and as many summer days, have I fasted on the trail of the Hurons," Uncas coldly replied; "the

children of the Lenape know how to travel the path of the just without lingering to eat."

"Two of my young men are in pursuit of your companion," resumed the other, without appearing to regard

the boast of his captive; "when they get back, then will our wise man say to you 'live' or 'die'."

"Has a Huron no ears?" scornfully exclaimed Uncas; "twice, since he has been your prisoner, has the

Delaware heard a gun that he knows. Your young men will never come back!"

A short and sullen pause succeeded this bold assertion. Duncan, who understood the Mohican to allude to the

fatal rifle of the scout, bent forward in earnest observation of the effect it might produce on the conquerors;

but the chief was content with simply retorting:

"If the Lenape are so skillful, why is one of their bravest warriors here?"

"He followed in the steps of a flying coward, and fell into a snare. The cunning beaver may be caught."

As Uncas thus replied, he pointed with his finger toward the solitary Huron, but without deigning to bestow

any other notice on so unworthy an object. The words of the answer and the air of the speaker produced a

strong sensation among his auditors. Every eye rolled sullenly toward the individual indicated by the simple

gesture, and a low, threatening murmur passed through the crowd. The ominous sounds reached the outer

door, and the women and children pressing into the throng, no gap had been left, between shoulder and

shoulder, that was not now filled with the dark lineaments of some eager and curious human countenance.

In the meantime, the more aged chiefs, in the center, communed with each other in short and broken

sentences. Not a word was uttered that did not convey the meaning of the speaker, in the simplest and most

energetic form. Again, a long and deeply solemn pause took place. It was known, by all present, to be the

brave precursor of a weighty and important judgment. They who composed the outer circle of faces were on

tiptoe to gaze; and even the culprit for an instant forgot his shame in a deeper emotion, and exposed his abject

features, in order to cast an anxious and troubled glance at the dark assemblage of chiefs. The silence was

finally broken by the aged warrior so often named. He arose from the earth, and moving past the immovable

form of Uncas, placed himself in a dignified attitude before the offender. At that moment, the withered squaw

already mentioned moved into the circle, in a slow, sidling sort of a dance, holding the torch, and muttering

the indistinct words of what might have been a species of incantation. Though her presence was altogether an

intrusion, it was unheeded.

Approaching Uncas, she held the blazing brand in such a manner as to cast its red glare on his person, and to

expose the slightest emotion of his countenance. The Mohican maintained his firm and haughty attitude; and

his eyes, so far from deigning to meet her inquisitive look, dwelt steadily on the distance, as though it

penetrated the obstacles which impeded the view and looked into futurity. Satisfied with her examination, she

left him, with a slight expression of pleasure, and proceeded to practise the same trying experiment on her

delinquent countryman.

The young Huron was in his war paint, and very little of a finely molded form was concealed by his attire.

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were writhing in irrepressible agony. The woman was commencing a low and plaintive howl at the sad and

shameful spectacle, when the chief put forth his hand and gently pushed her aside.

"Reedthatbends," he said, addressing the young culprit by name, and in his proper language, "though the

Great Spirit has made you pleasant to the eyes, it would have been better that you had not been born. Your

tongue is loud in the village, but in battle it is still. None of my young men strike the tomahawk deeper into

the war postnone of them so lightly on the Yengeese. The enemy know the shape of your back, but they

have never seen the color of your eyes. Three times have they called on you to come, and as often did you

forget to answer. Your name will never be mentioned again in your tribeit is already forgotten."

As the chief slowly uttered these words, pausing impressively between each sentence, the culprit raised his

face, in deference to the other's rank and years. Shame, horror, and pride struggled in its lineaments. His eye,

which was contracted with inward anguish, gleamed on the persons of those whose breath was his fame; and

the latter emotion for an instant predominated. He arose to his feet, and baring his bosom, looked steadily on

the keen, glittering knife, that was already upheld by his inexorable judge. As the weapon passed slowly into

his heart he even smiled, as if in joy at having found death less dreadful than he had anticipated, and fell

heavily on his face, at the feet of the rigid and unyielding form of Uncas.

The squaw gave a loud and plaintive yell, dashed the torch to the earth, and buried everything in darkness.

The whole shuddering group of spectators glided from the lodge like troubled sprites; and Duncan thought

that he and the yet throbbing body of the victim of an Indian judgment had now become its only tenants.

CHAPTER 24

"Thus spoke the sage: the kings without delay

Dissolve the council, and their chief obey."Pope's Iliad

A single moment served to convince the youth that he was mistaken. A hand was laid, with a powerful

pressure, on his arm, and the low voice of Uncas muttered in his ear:

"The Hurons are dogs. The sight of a coward's blood can never make a warrior tremble. The 'Gray Head' and

the Sagamore are safe, and the rifle of Hawkeye is not asleep. GoUncas and the 'Open Hand' are now

strangers. It is enough."

Heyward would gladly have heard more, but a gentle push from his friend urged him toward the door, and

admonished him of the danger that might attend the discovery of their intercourse. Slowly and reluctantly

yielding to the necessity, he quitted the place, and mingled with the throng that hovered nigh. The dying fires

in the clearing cast a dim and uncertain light on the dusky figures that were silently stalking to and fro; and

occasionally a brighter gleam than common glanced into the lodge, and exhibited the figure of Uncas still

maintaining its upright attitude near the dead body of the Huron.

A knot of warriors soon entered the place again, and reissuing, they bore the senseless remains into the

adjacent woods. After this termination of the scene, Duncan wandered among the lodges, unquestioned and

unnoticed, endeavoring to find some trace of her in whose behalf he incurred the risk he ran. In the present

temper of the tribe it would have been easy to have fled and rejoined his companions, had such a wish

crossed his mind. But, in addition to the never ceasing anxiety on account of Alice, a fresher though feebler

interest in the fate of Uncas assisted to chain him to the spot. He continued, therefore, to stray from hut to hut,

looking into each only to encounter additional disappointment, until he had made the entire circuit of the

village. Abandoning a species of inquiry that proved so fruitless, he retraced his steps to the councillodge,

resolved to seek and question David, in order to put an end to his doubts.


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On reaching the building, which had proved alike the seat of judgment and the place of execution, the young

man found that the excitement had already subsided. The warriors had reassembled, and were now calmly

smoking, while they conversed gravely on the chief incidents of their recent expedition to the head of the

Horican. Though the return of Duncan was likely to remind them of his character, and the suspicious

circumstances of his visit, it produced no visible sensation. So far, the terrible scene that had just occurred

proved favorable to his views, and he required no other prompter than his own feelings to convince him of

the expediency of profiting by so unexpected an advantage.

Without seeming to hesitate, he walked into the lodge, and took his seat with a gravity that accorded

admirably with the deportment of his hosts. A hasty but searching glance sufficed to tell him that, though

Uncas still remained where he had left him, David had not reappeared. No other restraint was imposed on the

former than the watchful looks of a young Huron, who had placed himself at hand; though an armed warrior

leaned against the post that formed one side of the narrow doorway. In every other respect, the captive

seemed at liberty; still he was excluded from all participation in the discourse, and possessed much more of

the air of some finely molded statue than a man having life and volition.

Heyward had too recently witnessed a frightful instance of the prompt punishments of the people into whose

hands he had fallen to hazard an exposure by any officious boldness. He would greatly have preferred silence

and meditation to speech, when a discovery of his real condition might prove so instantly fatal. Unfortunately

for this prudent resolution, his entertainers appeared otherwise disposed. He had not long occupied the seat

wisely taken a little in the shade, when another of the elder warriors, who spoke the French language,

addressed him:

"My Canada father does not forget his children," said the chief; "I thank him. An evil spirit lives in the wife

of one of my young men. Can the cunning stranger frighten him away?"

Heyward possessed some knowledge of the mummery practised among the Indians, in the cases of such

supposed visitations. He saw, at a glance, that the circumstance might possibly be improved to further his

own ends. It would, therefore, have been difficult, just then to have uttered a proposal that would have given

him more satisfaction. Aware of the necessity of preserving the dignity of his imaginary character, however,

he repressed his feelings, and answered with suitable mystery:

"Spirits differ; some yield to the power of wisdom, while others are too strong."

"My brother is a great medicine," said the cunning savage; "he will try?"

A gesture of assent was the answer. The Huron was content with the assurance, and, resuming his pipe, he

awaited the proper moment to move. The impatient Heyward, inwardly execrating the cold customs of the

savages, which required such sacrifices to appearance, was fain to assume an air of indifference, equal to that

maintained by the chief, who was, in truth, a near relative of the afflicted woman. The minutes lingered, and

the delay had seemed an hour to the adventurer in empiricism, when the Huron laid aside his pipe and drew

his robe across his breast, as if about to lead the way to the lodge of the invalid. Just then, a warrior of

powerful frame, darkened the door, and stalking silently among the attentive group, he seated himself on one

end of the low pile of brush which sustained Duncan. The latter cast an impatient look at his neighbor, and

felt his flesh creep with uncontrollable horror when he found himself in actual contact with Magua.

The sudden return of this artful and dreaded chief caused a delay in the departure of the Huron. Several pipes,

that had been extinguished, were lighted again; while the newcomer, without speaking a word, drew his

tomahawk from his girdle, and filling the bowl on its head began to inhale the vapors of the weed through the

hollow handle, with as much indifference as if he had not been absent two weary days on a long and toilsome

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warriors were fairly enveloped in a cloud of white smoke before any of them spoke.

"Welcome!" one at length uttered; "has my friend found the moose?"

"The young men stagger under their burdens," returned Magua. "Let 'Reedthatbends' go on the hunting

path; he will meet them."

A deep and awful silence succeeded the utterance of the forbidden name. Each pipe dropped from the lips of

its owner as though all had inhaled an impurity at the same instant. The smoke wreathed above their heads in

little eddies, and curling in a spiral form it ascended swiftly through the opening in the roof of the lodge,

leaving the place beneath clear of its fumes, and each dark visage distinctly visible. The looks of most of the

warriors were riveted on the earth; though a few of the younger and less gifted of the party suffered their wild

and glaring eyeballs to roll in the direction of a whiteheaded savage, who sat between two of the most

venerated chiefs of the tribe. There was nothing in the air or attire of this Indian that would seem to entitle

him to such a distinction. The former was rather depressed, than remarkable for the bearing of the natives;

and the latter was such as was commonly worn by the ordinary men of the nation. Like most around him for

more than a minute his look, too, was on the ground; but, trusting his eyes at length to steal a glance aside, he

perceived that he was becoming an object of general attention. Then he arose and lifted his voice in the

general silence.

"It was a lie," he said; "I had no son. He who was called by that name is forgotten; his blood was pale, and it

came not from the veins of a Huron; the wicked Chippewas cheated my squaw. The Great Spirit has said, that

the family of Wissentush should end; he is happy who knows that the evil of his race dies with himself. I

have done."

The speaker, who was the father of the recreant young Indian, looked round and about him, as if seeking

commendation of his stoicism in the eyes of the auditors. But the stern customs of his people had made too

severe an exaction of the feeble old man. The expression of his eye contradicted his figurative and boastful

language, while every muscle in his wrinkled visage was working with anguish. Standing a single minute to

enjoy his bitter triumph, he turned away, as if sickening at the gaze of men, and, veiling his face in his

blanket, he walked from the lodge with the noiseless step of an Indian seeking, in the privacy of his own

abode, the sympathy of one like himself, aged, forlorn and childless.

The Indians, who believe in the hereditary transmission of virtues and defects in character, suffered him to

depart in silence. Then, with an elevation of breeding that many in a more cultivated state of society might

profitably emulate, one of the chiefs drew the attention of the young men from the weakness they had just

witnessed, by saying, in a cheerful voice, addressing himself in courtesy to Magua, as the newest comer:

"The Delawares have been like bears after the honey pots, prowling around my village. But who has ever

found a Huron asleep?"

The darkness of the impending cloud which precedes a burst of thunder was not blacker than the brow of

Magua as he exclaimed:

"The Delawares of the Lakes!"

"Not so. They who wear the petticoats of squaws, on their own river. One of them has been passing the tribe."

"Did my young men take his scalp?"


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"His legs were good, though his arm is better for the hoe than the tomahawk," returned the other, pointing to

the immovable form of Uncas.

Instead of manifesting any womanish curiosity to feast his eyes with the sight of a captive from a people he

was known to have so much reason to hate, Magua continued to smoke, with the meditative air that he

usually maintained, when there was no immediate call on his cunning or his eloquence. Although secretly

amazed at the facts communicated by the speech of the aged father, he permitted himself to ask no questions,

reserving his inquiries for a more suitable moment. It was only after a sufficient interval that he shook the

ashes from his pipe, replaced the tomahawk, tightened his girdle, and arose, casting for the first time a glance

in the direction of the prisoner, who stood a little behind him. The wary, though seemingly abstracted Uncas,

caught a glimpse of the movement, and turning suddenly to the light, their looks met. Near a minute these

two bold and untamed spirits stood regarding one another steadily in the eye, neither quailing in the least

before the fierce gaze he encountered. The form of Uncas dilated, and his nostrils opened like those of a tiger

at bay; but so rigid and unyielding was his posture, that he might easily have been converted by the

imagination into an exquisite and faultless representation of the warlike deity of his tribe. The lineaments of

the quivering features of Magua proved more ductile; his countenance gradually lost its character of defiance

in an expression of ferocious joy, and heaving a breath from the very bottom of his chest, he pronounced

aloud the formidable name of:

"Le Cerf Agile!"

Each warrior sprang upon his feet at the utterance of the wellknown appellation, and there was a short

period during which the stoical constancy of the natives was completely conquered by surprise. The hated

and yet respected name was repeated as by one voice, carrying the sound even beyond the limits of the lodge.

The women and children, who lingered around the entrance, took up the words in an echo, which was

succeeded by another shrill and plaintive howl. The latter was not yet ended, when the sensation among the

men had entirely abated. Each one in presence seated himself, as though ashamed of his precipitation; but it

was many minutes before their meaning eyes ceased to roll toward their captive, in curious examination of a

warrior who had so often proved his prowess on the best and proudest of their nation. Uncas enjoyed his

victory, but was content with merely exhibiting his triumph by a quiet smilean emblem of scorn which

belongs to all time and every nation.

Magua caught the expression, and raising his arm, he shook it at the captive, the light silver ornaments

attached to his bracelet rattling with the trembling agitation of the limb, as, in a tone of vengeance, he

exclaimed, in English:

"Mohican, you die!"

"The healing waters will never bring the dead Hurons to life," returned Uncas, in the music of the Delawares;

"the tumbling river washes their bones; their men are squaws: their women owls. Go! call together the Huron

dogs, that they may look upon a warrior, My nostrils are offended; they scent the blood of a coward."

The latter allusion struck deep, and the injury rankled. Many of the Hurons understood the strange tongue in

which the captive spoke, among which number was Magua. This cunning savage beheld, and instantly

profited by his advantage. Dropping the light robe of skin from his shoulder, he stretched forth his arm, and

commenced a burst of his dangerous and artful eloquence. However much his influence among his people

had been impaired by his occasional and besetting weakness, as well as by his desertion of the tribe, his

courage and his fame as an orator were undeniable. He never spoke without auditors, and rarely without

making converts to his opinions. On the present occasion, his native powers were stimulated by the thirst of

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He again recounted the events of the attack on the island at Glenn's, the death of his associates and the escape

of their most formidable enemies. Then he described the nature and position of the mount whither he had led

such captives as had fallen into their hands. Of his own bloody intentions toward the maidens, and of his

baffled malice he made no mention, but passed rapidly on to the surprise of the party by "La Longue

Carabine," and its fatal termination. Here he paused, and looked about him, in affected veneration for the

departed, but, in truth, to note the effect of his opening narrative. As usual, every eye was riveted on his face.

Each dusky figure seemed a breathing statue, so motionless was the posture, so intense the attention of the

individual.

Then Magua dropped his voice which had hitherto been clear, strong and elevated, and touched upon the

merits of the dead. No quality that was likely to command the sympathy of an Indian escaped his notice. One

had never been known to follow the chase in vain; another had been indefatigable on the trail of their

enemies. This was brave, that generous. In short, he so managed his allusions, that in a nation which was

composed of so few families, he contrived to strike every chord that might find, in its turn, some breast in

which to vibrate.

"Are the bones of my young men," he concluded, "in the burialplace of the Hurons? You know they are not.

Their spirits are gone toward the setting sun, and are already crossing the great waters, to the happy

huntinggrounds. But they departed without food, without guns or knives, without moccasins, naked and

poor as they were born. Shall this be? Are their souls to enter the land of the just like hungry Iroquois or

unmanly Delawares, or shall they meet their friends with arms in their hands and robes on their backs? What

will our fathers think the tribes of the Wyandots have become? They will look on their children with a dark

eye, and say, 'Go! a Chippewa has come hither with the name of a Huron' Brothers, we must not forget the

dead; a redskin never ceases to remember. We will load the back of this Mohican until he staggers under our

bounty, and dispatch him after my young men. They call to us for aid, though our ears are not open; they say,

'Forget us not' When they see the spirit of this Mohican toiling after them with his burden, they will know we

are of that mind. Then will they go on happy; and our children will say, 'So did our fathers to their friends, so

must we do to them' What is a Yengee? we have slain many, but the earth is still pale. A stain on the name of

Huron can only be hid by blood that comes from the veins of an Indian. Let this Delaware die."

The effect of such an harangue, delivered in the nervous language and with the emphatic manner of a Huron

orator, could scarcely be mistaken. Magua had so artfully blended the natural sympathies with the religious

superstition of his auditors, that their minds, already prepared by custom to sacrifice a victim to the manes of

their countrymen, lost every vestige of humanity in a wish for revenge. One warrior in particular, a man of

wild and ferocious mien, had been conspicuous for the attention he had given to the words of the speaker. His

countenance had changed with each passing emotion, until it settled into a look of deadly malice. As Magua

ended he arose and, uttering the yell of a demon, his polished little axe was seen glancing in the torchlight as

he whirled it above his head. The motion and the cry were too sudden for words to interrupt his bloody

intention. It appeared as if a bright gleam shot from his hand, which was crossed at the same moment by a

dark and powerful line. The former was the tomahawk in its passage; the latter the arm that Magua darted

forward to divert its aim. The quick and ready motion of the chief was not entirely too late. The keen weapon

cut the war plume from the scalping tuft of Uncas, and passed through the frail wall of the lodge as though it

were hurled from some formidable engine.

Duncan had seen the threatening action, and sprang upon his feet, with a heart which, while it leaped into his

throat, swelled with the most generous resolution in behalf of his friend. A glance told him that the blow had

failed, and terror changed to admiration. Uncas stood still, looking his enemy in the eye with features that

seemed superior to emotion. Marble could not be colder, calmer, or steadier than the countenance he put upon

this sudden and vindictive attack. Then, as if pitying a want of skill which had proved so fortunate to himself,

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"No!" said Magua, after satisfying himself of the safety of the captive; "the sun must shine on his shame; the

squaws must see his flesh tremble, or our revenge will be like the play of boys. Go! take him where there is

silence; let us see if a Delaware can sleep at night, and in the morning die."

The young men whose duty it was to guard the prisoner instantly passed their ligaments of bark across his

arms, and led him from the lodge, amid a profound and ominous silence. It was only as the figure of Uncas

stood in the opening of the door that his firm step hesitated. There he turned, and, in the sweeping and

haughty glance that he threw around the circle of his enemies, Duncan caught a look which he was glad to

construe into an expression that he was not entirely deserted by hope.

Magua was content with his success, or too much occupied with his secret purposes to push his inquiries any

further. Shaking his mantle, and folding it on his bosom, he also quitted the place, without pursuing a subject

which might have proved so fatal to the individual at his elbow. Notwithstanding his rising resentment, his

natural firmness, and his anxiety on behalf of Uncas, Heyward felt sensibly relieved by the absence of so

dangerous and so subtle a foe. The excitement produced by the speech gradually subsided. The warriors

resumed their seats and clouds of smoke once more filled the lodge. For near half an hour, not a syllable was

uttered, or scarcely a look cast aside; a grave and meditative silence being the ordinary succession to every

scene of violence and commotion among these beings, who were alike so impetuous and yet so

selfrestrained.

When the chief, who had solicited the aid of Duncan, finished his pipe, he made a final and successful

movement toward departing. A motion of a finger was the intimation he gave the supposed physician to

follow; and passing through the clouds of smoke, Duncad was glad, on more accounts than one, to be able at

last to breathe the pure air of a cool and refreshing summer evening.

Instead of pursuing his way among those lodges where Heyward had already made his unsuccessful search,

his companion turned aside, and proceeded directly toward the base of an adjacent mountain, which overhung

the temporary village. A thicket of brush skirted its foot, and it became necessary to proceed through a

crooked and narrow path. The boys had resumed their sports in the clearing, and were enacting a mimic chase

to the post among themselves. In order to render their games as like the reality as possible, one of the boldest

of their number had conveyed a few brands into some piles of treetops that had hitherto escaped the

burning. The blaze of one of these fires lighted the way of the chief and Duncan, and gave a character of

additional wildness to the rude scenery. At a little distance from a bald rock, and directly in its front, they

entered a grassy opening, which they prepared to cross. Just then fresh fuel was added to the fire, and a

powerful light penetrated even to that distant spot. It fell upon the white surface of the mountain, and was

reflected downward upon a dark and mysteriouslooking being that arose, unexpectedly, in their path. The

Indian paused, as if doubtful whether to proceed, and permitted his companion to approach his side. A large

black ball, which at first seemed stationary, now began to move in a manner that to the latter was

inexplicable. Again the fire brightened and its glare fell more distinctly on the object. Then even Duncan

knew it, by its restless and sidling attitudes, which kept the upper part of its form in constant motion, while

the animal itself appeared seated, to be a bear. Though it growled loudly and fiercely, and there were instants

when its glistening eyeballs might be seen, it gave no other indications of hostility. The Huron, at least,

seemed assured that the intentions of this singular intruder were peaceable, for after giving it an attentive

examination, he quietly pursued his course.

Duncan, who knew that the animal was often domesticated among the Indians, followed the example of his

companion, believing that some favorite of the tribe had found its way into the thicket, in search of food.

They passed it unmolested. Though obliged to come nearly in contact with the monster, the Huron, who had

at first so warily determined the character of his strange visitor, was now content with proceeding without

wasting a moment in further examination; but Heyward was unable to prevent his eyes from looking

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when he perceived the beast rolling along their path, and following their footsteps. He would have spoken,

but the Indian at that moment shoved aside a door of bark, and entered a cavern in the bosom of the

mountain.

Profiting by so easy a method of retreat, Duncan stepped after him, and was gladly closing the slight cover to

the opening, when he felt it drawn from his hand by the beast, whose shaggy form immediately darkened the

passage. They were now in a straight and long gallery, in a chasm of the rocks, where retreat without

encountering the animal was impossible. Making the best of the circumstances, the young man pressed

forward, keeping as close as possible to his conductor. The bear growled frequently at his heels, and once or

twice its enormous paws were laid on his person, as if disposed to prevent his further passage into the den.

How long the nerves of Heyward would have sustained him in this extraordinary situation, it might be

difficult to decide, for, happily, he soon found relief. A glimmer of light had constantly been in their front,

and they now arrived at the place whence it proceeded.

A large cavity in the rock had been rudely fitted to answer the purposes of many apartments. The

subdivisions were simple but ingenious, being composed of stone, sticks, and bark, intermingled. Openings

above admitted the light by day, and at night fires and torches supplied the place of the sun. Hither the

Hurons had brought most of their valuables, especially those which more particularly pertained to the nation;

and hither, as it now appeared, the sick woman, who was believed to be the victim of supernatural power, had

been transported also, under an impression that her tormentor would find more difficulty in making his

assaults through walls of stone than through the leafy coverings of the lodges. The apartment into which

Duncan and his guide first entered, had been exclusively devoted to her accommodation. The latter

approached her bedside, which was surrounded by females, in the center of whom Heyward was surprised to

find his missing friend David.

A single look was sufficient to apprise the pretended leech that the invalid was far beyond his powers of

healing. She lay in a sort of paralysis, indifferent to the objects which crowded before her sight, and happily

unconscious of suffering. Heyward was far from regretting that his mummeries were to be performed on one

who was much too ill to take an interest in their failure or success. The slight qualm of conscience which had

been excited by the intended deception was instantly appeased, and he began to collect his thoughts, in order

to enact his part with suitable spirit, when he found he was about to be anticipated in his skill by an attempt to

prove the power of music.

Gamut, who had stood prepared to pour forth his spirit in song when the visitors entered, after delaying a

moment, drew a strain from his pipe, and commenced a hymn that might have worked a miracle, had faith in

is efficacy been of much avail. He was allowed to proceed to the close, the Indians respecting his imaginary

infirmity, and Duncan too glad of the delay to hazard the slightest interruption. As the dying cadence of his

strains was falling on the ears of the latter, he started aside at hearing them repeated behind him, in a voice

half human and half sepulchral. Looking around, he beheld the shaggy monster seated on end in a shadow of

the cavern, where, while his restless body swung in the uneasy manner of the animal, it repeated, in a sort of

low growl, sounds, if not words, which bore some slight resemblance to the melody of the singer.

The effect of so strange an echo on David may better be imagined than described. His eyes opened as if he

doubted their truth; and his voice became instantly mute in excess of wonder. A deeplaid scheme, of

communicating some important intelligence to Heyward, was driven from his recollection by an emotion

which very nearly resembled fear, but which he was fain to believe was admiration. Under its influence, he

exclaimed aloud: "She expects you, and is at hand"; and precipitately left the cavern.

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"Snug.Have you the lion's part written?

Pray you, if it be, give it to me, for I am slow of study.

Quince.You may do it extempore, for it is nothing but roaring."Midsummer Night's Dream

There was a strange blending of the ridiculous with that which was solemn in this scene. The beast sill

continued its rolling, and apparently untiring movements, though its ludicrous attempt to imitate the melody

of David ceased the instant the latter abandoned the field. The words of Gamut were, as has been seen, in his

native tongue; and to Duncan they seem pregnant with some hidden meaning, though nothing present assisted

him in discovering the object of their allusion. A speedy end was, however, put to every conjecture on the

subject, by the manner of the chief, who advanced to the bedside of the invalid, and beckoned away the

whole group of female attendants that had clustered there to witness the skill of the stranger. He was

implicitly, though reluctantly, obeyed; and when the low echo which rang along the hollow, natural gallery,

from the distant closing door, had ceased, pointing toward his insensible daughter, he said:

"Now let my brother show his power."

Thus unequivocally called on to exercise the functions of his assumed character, Heyward was apprehensive

that the smallest delay might prove dangerous. Endeavoring, then, to collect his ideas, he prepared to perform

that species of incantation, and those uncouth rites, under which the Indian conjurers are accustomed to

conceal their ignorance and impotency. It is more than probable that, in the disordered state of his thoughts,

he would soon have fallen into some suspicious, if not fatal, error had not his incipient attempts been

interrupted by a fierce growl from the quadruped. Three several times did he renew his efforts to proceed, and

as often was he met by the same unaccountable opposition, each interruption seeming more savage and

threatening than the preceding.

"The cunning ones are jealous," said the Huron; "I go Brother, the woman is the wife of one of my bravest

young men; deal justly by her. Peace!" he added, beckoning to the discontented beast to be quiet; "I go."

The chief was as good as his word, and Duncan now found himself alone in that wild and desolate abode with

the helpless invalid and the fierce and dangerous brute. The latter listened to the movements of the Indian

with that air of sagacity that a bear is known to possess, until another echo announced that he had also left the

cavern, when it turned and came waddling up to Duncan before whom it seated itself in its natural attitude,

erect like a man. The youth looked anxiously about him for some weapon, with which he might make a

resistance against the attack he now seriously expected.

It seemed, however, as if the humor of the animal had suddenly changed. Instead of continuing its

discontented growls, or manifesting any further signs of anger, the whole of its shaggy body shook violently,

as if agitated by some strange internal convulsion. The huge and unwieldy talons pawed stupidly about the

grinning muzzle, and while Heyward kept his eyes riveted on its movements with jealous watchfulness, the

grim head fell on one side and in its place appeared the honest sturdy countenance of the scout, who was

indulging from the bottom of his soul in his own peculiar expression of merriment.

"Hist!" said the wary woodsman, interrupting Heyward's exclamation of surprise; "the varlets are about the

place, and any sounds that are not natural to witchcraft would bring them back upon us in a body."

"Tell me the meaning of this masquerade; and why you have attempted so desperate an adventure?"

"Ah, reason and calculation are often outdone by accident," returned the scout. "But, as a story should always

commence at the beginning, I will tell you the whole in order. After we parted I placed the commandant and

the Sagamore in an old beaver lodge, where they are safer from the Hurons than they would be in the garrison

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venerate the beaver. After which Uncas and I pushed for the other encampment as was agreed. Have you seen

the lad?"

"To my great grief! He is captive, and condemned to die at the rising of the sun."

"I had misgivings that such would be his fate," resumed the scout, in a less confident and joyous tone. But

soon regaining his naturally firm voice, he continued: "His bad fortune is the true reason of my being here,

for it would never do to abandon such a boy to the Hurons. A rare time the knaves would have of it, could

they tie 'The Bounding Elk' and 'The Long Carabine', as they call me, to the same stake! Though why they

have given me such a name I never knew, there being as little likeness between the gifts of 'killdeer' and the

performance of one of your real Canada carabynes, as there is between the natur' of a pipestone and a flint."

"Keep to your tale," said the impatient Heyward; "we know not at what moment the Hurons may return."

"No fear of them. A conjurer must have his time, like a straggling priest in the settlements. We are as safe

from interruption as a missionary would be at the beginning of a two hours' discourse. Well, Uncas and I fell

in with a return party of the varlets; the lad was much too forward for a scout; nay, for that matter, being of

hot blood, he was not so much to blame; and, after all, one of the Hurons proved a coward, and in fleeing led

him into an ambushment."

"And dearly has he paid for the weakness."

The scout significantly passed his hand across his own throat, and nodded, as if he said, "I comprehend your

meaning." After which he continued, in a more audible though scarcely more intelligible language:

"After the loss of the boy I turned upon the Hurons, as you may judge. There have been scrimmages atween

one or two of their outlyers and myself; but that is neither here nor there. So, after I had shot the imps, I got in

pretty nigh to the lodges without further commotion. Then what should luck do in my favor but lead me to

the very spot where one of the most famous conjurers of the tribe was dressing himself, as I well knew, for

some great battle with Satan though why should I call that luck, which it now seems was an especial

ordering of Providence. So a judgmatical rap over the head stiffened the lying impostor for a time, and

leaving him a bit of walnut for his supper, to prevent an uproar, and stringing him up atween two saplings, I

made free with his finery, and took the part of the bear on myself, in order that the operations might proceed."

"And admirably did you enact the character; the animal itself might have been shamed by the representation."

"Lord, major," returned the flattered woodsman, "I should be but a poor scholar for one who has studied so

long in the wilderness, did I not know how to set forth the movements of natur' of such a beast. Had it been

now a catamount, or even a fullsize panther, I would have embellished a performance for you worth

regarding. But it is no such marvelous feat to exhibit the feats of so dull a beast; though, for that matter, too, a

bear may be overacted. Yes, yes; it is not every imitator that knows natur' may be outdone easier than she is

equaled. But all our work is yet before us. Where is the gentle one?"

"Heaven knows. I have examined every lodge in the village, without discovering the slightest trace of her

presence in the tribe."

"You heard what the singer said, as he left us: 'She is at hand, and expects you'?"

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"The simpleton was frightened, and blundered through his message; but he had a deeper meaning. Here are

walls enough to separate the hole settlement. A bear ought to climb; therefore will I take a look above them.

There may be honey pots hid in these rocks, and I am a beast, you know, that has a hankering for the

sweets."

The scout looked behind him, laughing at his own conceit, while he clambered up the partition, imitating, as

he went, the clumsy motions of the beast he represented; but the instant the summit was gained he made a

gesture for silence, and slid down with the utmost precipitation.

"She is here," he whispered, "and by that door you will find her. I would have spoken a word of comfort to

the afflicted soul; but the sight of such a monster might upset her reason. Though for that matter, major, you

are none of the most inviting yourself in your paint."

Duncan, who had already swung eagerly forward, drew instantly back on hearing these discouraging words.

"Am I, then, so very revolting?" he demanded, with an air of chagrin.

"You might not startle a wolf, or turn the Royal Americans from a discharge; but I have seen the time when

you had a better favored look; your streaked countenances are not ill judged of by the squaws, but young

women of white blood give the preference to their own color. See," he added, pointing to a place where the

water trickled from a rock, forming a little crystal spring, before it found an issue through the adjacent

crevices; "you may easily get rid of the Sagamore's daub, and when you come back I will try my hand at a

new embellishment. It's as common for a conjurer to alter his paint as for a buck in the settlements to change

his finery."

The deliberate woodsman had little occasion to hunt for arguments to enforce his advice. He was yet

speaking when Duncan availed himself of the water. In a moment every frightful or offensive mark was

obliterated, and the youth appeared again in the lineaments with which he had been gifted by nature. Thus

prepared for an interview with his mistress, he took a hasty leave of his companion, and disappeared through

the indicated passage. The scout witnessed his departure with complacency, nodding his head after him, and

muttering his good wishes; after which he very coolly set about an examination of the state of the larder,

among the Hurons, the cavern, among other purposes, being used as a receptacle for the fruits of their hunts.

Duncan had no other guide than a distant glimmering light, which served, however, the office of a polar star

to the lover. By its aid he was enabled to enter the haven of his hopes, which was merely another apartment

of the cavern, that had been solely appropriated to the safekeeping of so important a prisoner as a daughter of

the commandant of William Henry. It was profusely strewed with the plunder of that unlucky fortress. In the

midst of this confusion he found her he sought, pale, anxious and terrified, but lovely. David had prepared her

for such a visit.

"Duncan!" she exclaimed, in a voice that seemed to tremble at the sounds created by itself.

"Alice!" he answered, leaping carelessly among trunks, boxes, arms, and furniture, until he stood at her side.

"I knew that you would never desert me," she said, looking up with a momentary glow on her otherwise

dejected countenance. "But you are alone! Grateful as it is to be thus remembered, I could wish to think you

are not entirely alone."

Duncan, observing that she trembled in a manner which betrayed her inability to stand, gently induced her to

be seated, while he recounted those leading incidents which it has been our task to accord. Alice listened with

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care, however, not to wound the selflove of his auditor, the tears ran as freely down the cheeks of the

daughter as though she had never wept before. The soothing tenderness of Duncan, however, soon quieted the

first burst of her emotions, and she then heard him to the close with undivided attention, if not with

composure.

"And now, Alice," he added, "you will see how much is still expected of you. By the assistance of our

experienced and invaluable friend, the scout, we may find our way from this savage people, but you will have

to exert your utmost fortitude. Remember that you fly to the arms of your venerable parent, and how much

his happiness, as well as your own, depends on those exertions."

"Can I do otherwise for a father who has done so much for me?"

"And for me, too," continued the youth, gently pressing the hand he held in both his own.

The look of innocence and surprise which he received in return convinced Duncan of the necessity of being

more explicit.

"This is neither the place nor the occasion to detain you with selfish wishes," he added; "but what heart

loaded like mine would not wish to cast its burden? They say misery is the closest of all ties; our common

suffering in your behalf left but little to be explained between your father and myself."

"And, dearest Cora, Duncan; surely Cora was not forgotten?"

"Not forgotten! no; regretted, as woman was seldom mourned before. Your venerable father knew no

difference between his children; but IAlice, you will not be offended when I say, that to me her worth was

in a degree obscured"

"Then you knew not the merit of my sister," said Alice, withdrawing her hand; "of you she ever speaks as of

one who is her dearest friend."

"I would gladly believe her such," returned Duncan, hastily; "I could wish her to be even more; but with you,

Alice, I have the permission of your father to aspire to a still nearer and dearer tie."

Alice trembled violently, and there was an instant during which she bent her face aside, yielding to the

emotions common to her sex; but they quickly passed away, leaving her mistress of her deportment, if not of

her affections.

"Heyward," she said, looking him full in the face with a touching expression of innocence and dependency,

"give me the sacred presence and the holy sanction of that parent before you urge me further."

"Though more I should not, less I could not say," the youth was about to answer, when he was interrupted by

a light tap on his shoulder. Starting to his feet, he turned, and, confronting the intruder, his looks fell on the

dark form and malignant visage of Magua. The deep guttural laugh of the savage sounded, at such a moment,

to Duncan, like the hellish taunt of a demon. Had he pursued the sudden and fierce impulse of the instant, he

would have cast himself on the Huron, and committed their fortunes to the issue of a deadly struggle. But,

without arms of any description, ignorant of what succor his subtle enemy could command, and charged with

the safety of one who was just then dearer than ever to his heart, he no sooner entertained than he abandoned

the desperate intention.

"What is your purpose?" said Alice, meekly folding her arms on her bosom, and struggling to conceal an

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the visits of her captor.

The exulting Indian had resumed his austere countenance, though he drew warily back before the menacing

glance of the young man's fiery eye. He regarded both his captives for a moment with a steady look, and then,

stepping aside, he dropped a log of wood across a door different from that by which Duncan had entered. The

latter now comprehended the manner of his surprise, and, believing himself irretrievably lost, he drew Alice

to his bosom, and stood prepared to meet a fate which he hardly regretted, since it was to be suffered in such

company. But Magua meditated no immediate violence. His first measures were very evidently taken to

secure his new captive; nor did he even bestow a second glance at the motionless forms in the center of the

cavern, until he had completely cut off every hope of retreat through the private outlet he had himself used.

He was watched in all his movements by Heyward, who, however, remained firm, still folding the fragile

form of Alice to his heart, at once too proud and too hopeless to ask favor of an enemy so often foiled. When

Magua had effected his object he approached his prisoners, and said in English:

"The pale faces trap the cunning beavers; but the redskins know how to take the Yengeese."

"Huron, do your worst!" exclaimed the excited Heyward, forgetful that a double stake was involved in his

life; "you and your vengeance are alike despised."

"Will the white man speak these words at the stake?" asked Magua; manifesting, at the same time, how little

faith he had in the other's resolution by the sneer that accompanied his words.

"Here; singly to your face, or in the presence of your nation."

"Le Renard Subtil is a great chief!" returned the Indian; "he will go and bring his young men, to see how

bravely a pale face can laugh at tortures."

He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the place through the avenue by which Duncan had

approached, when a growl caught his ear, and caused him to hesitate. The figure of the bear appeared in the

door, where it sat, rolling from side to side in its customary restlessness. Magua, like the father of the sick

woman, eyed it keenly for a moment, as if to ascertain its character. He was far above the more vulgar

superstitions of his tribe, and so soon as he recognized the wellknown attire of the conjurer, he prepared to

pass it in cool contempt. But a louder and more threatening growl caused him again to pause. Then he seemed

as if suddenly resolved to trifle no longer, and moved resolutely forward.

The mimic animal, which had advanced a little, retired slowly in his front, until it arrived again at the pass,

when, rearing on his hinder legs, it beat the air with its paws, in the manner practised by its brutal prototype.

"Fool!" exclaimed the chief, in Huron, "go play with the children and squaws; leave men to their wisdom."

He once more endeavored to pass the supposed empiric, scorning even the parade of threatening to use the

knife, or tomahawk, that was pendent from his belt. Suddenly the beast extended its arms, or rather legs, and

inclosed him in a grasp that might have vied with the farfamed power of the "bear's hug" itself. Heyward

had watched the whole procedure, on the part of Hawkeye, with breathless interest. At first he relinquished

his hold of Alice; then he caught up a thong of buckskin, which had been used around some bundle, and

when he beheld his enemy with his two arms pinned to his side by the iron muscles of the scout, he rushed

upon him, and effectually secured them there. Arms, legs, and feet were encircled in twenty folds of the

thong, in less time than we have taken to record the circumstance. When the formidable Huron was

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Throughout the whole of this sudden and extraordinary operation, Magua, though he had struggled violently,

until assured he was in the hands of one whose nerves were far better strung than his own, had not uttered the

slightest exclamation. But when Hawkeye, by way of making a summary explanation of his conduct,

removed the shaggy jaws of the beast, and exposed his own rugged and earnest countenance to the gaze of

the Huron, the philosophy of the latter was so far mastered as to permit him to utter the never failing:

"Hugh!"

"Ay, you've found your tongue," said his undisturbed conqueror; "now, in order that you shall not use it to

our ruin, I must make free to stop your mouth."

As there was no time to be lost, the scout immediately set about effecting so necessary a precaution; and

when he had gagged the Indian, his enemy might safely have been considered as "hors de combat."

"By what place did the imp enter?" asked the industrious scout, when his work was ended. "Not a soul has

passed my way since you left me."

Duncan pointed out the door by which Magua had come, and which now presented too many obstacles to a

quick retreat.

"Bring on the gentle one, then," continued his friend; "we must make a push for the woods by the other

outlet."

"'Tis impossible!" said Duncan; "fear has overcome her, and she is helpless. Alice! my sweet, my own Alice,

arouse yourself; now is the moment to fly. 'Tis in vain! she hears, but is unable to follow. Go, noble and

worthy friend; save yourself, and leave me to my fate."

"Every trail has its end, and every calamity brings its lesson!" returned the scout. "There, wrap her in them

Indian cloths. Conceal all of her little form. Nay, that foot has no fellow in the wilderness; it will betray her.

All, every part. Now take her in your arms, and follow. Leave the rest to me."

Duncan, as may be gathered from the words of his companion, was eagerly obeying; and, as the other

finished speaking, he took the light person of Alice in his arms, and followed in the footsteps of the scout.

They found the sick woman as they had left her, still alone, and passed swiftly on, by the natural gallery, to

the place of entrance. As they approached the little door of bark, a murmur of voices without announced that

the friends and relatives of the invalid were gathered about the place, patiently awaiting a summons to

reenter.

"If I open my lips to speak," Hawkeye whispered, "my English, which is the genuine tongue of a whiteskin,

will tell the varlets that an enemy is among them. You must give 'em your jargon, major; and say that we

have shut the evil spirit in the cave, and are taking the woman to the woods in order to find strengthening

roots. Practise all your cunning, for it is a lawful undertaking."

The door opened a little, as if one without was listening to the proceedings within, and compelled the scout to

cease his directions. A fierce growl repelled the eavesdropper, and then the scout boldly threw open the

covering of bark, and left the place, enacting the character of a bear as he proceeded. Duncan kept close at his

heels, and soon found himself in the center of a cluster of twenty anxious relatives and friends.

The crowd fell back a little, and permitted the father, and one who appeared to be the husband of the woman,

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"Has my brother driven away the evil spirit?" demanded the former. "What has he in his arms?"

"Thy child," returned Duncan, gravely; "the disease has gone out of her; it is shut up in the rocks. I take the

woman to a distance, where I will strengthen her against any further attacks. She will be in the wigwam of the

young man when the sun comes again."

When the father had translated the meaning of the stranger's words into the Huron language, a suppressed

murmur announced the satisfaction with which this intelligence was received. The chief himself waved his

hand for Duncan to proceed, saying aloud, in a firm voice, and with a lofty manner:

"Go; I am a man, and I will enter the rock and fight the wicked one."

Heyward had gladly obeyed, and was already past the little group, when these startling words arrested him.

"Is my brother mad?" he exclaimed; "is he cruel? He will meet the disease, and it will enter him; or he will

drive out the disease, and it will chase his daughter into the woods. No; let my children wait without, and if

the spirit appears beat him down with clubs. He is cunning, and will bury himself in the mountain, when he

sees how many are ready to fight him."

This singular warning had the desired effect. Instead of entering the cavern, the father and husband drew their

tomahawks, and posted themselves in readiness to deal their vengeance on the imaginary tormentor of their

sick relative, while the women and children broke branches from the bushes, or seized fragments of the rock,

with a similar intention. At this favorable moment the counterfeit conjurers disappeared.

Hawkeye, at the same time that he had presumed so far on the nature of the Indian superstitions, was not

ignorant that they were rather tolerated than relied on by the wisest of the chiefs. He well knew the value of

time in the present emergency. Whatever might be the extent of the self delusion of his enemies, and

however it had tended to assist his schemes, the slightest cause of suspicion, acting on the subtle nature of an

Indian, would be likely to prove fatal. Taking the path, therefore, that was most likely to avoid observation,

he rather skirted than entered the village. The warriors were still to be seen in the distance, by the fading light

of the fires, stalking from lodge to lodge. But the children had abandoned their sports for their beds of skins,

and the quiet of night was already beginning to prevail over the turbulence and excitement of so busy and

important an evening.

Alice revived under the renovating influence of the open air, and, as her physical rather than her mental

powers had been the subject of weakness, she stood in no need of any explanation of that which had occurred.

"Now let me make an effort to walk," she said, when they had entered the forest, blushing, though unseen,

that she had not been sooner able to quit the arms of Duncan; "I am indeed restored."

"Nay, Alice, you are yet too weak."

The maiden struggled gently to release herself, and Heyward was compelled to part with his precious burden.

The representative of the bear had certainly been an entire stranger to the delicious emotions of the lover

while his arms encircled his mistress; and he was, perhaps, a stranger also to the nature of that feeling of

ingenuous shame that oppressed the trembling Alice. But when he found himself at a suitable distance from

the lodges he made a halt, and spoke on a subject of which he was thoroughly the master.

"This path will lead you to the brook," he said; "follow its northern bank until you come to a fall; mount the

hill on your right, and you will see the fires of the other people. There you must go and demand protection; if

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Hurons would follow up our trail, and master our scalps before we had got a dozen miles. Go, and Providence

be with you."

"And you!" demanded Heyward, in surprise; "surely we part not here?"

"The Hurons hold the pride of the Delawares; the last of the high blood of the Mohicans is in their power,"

returned the scout; "I go to see what can be done in his favor. Had they mastered your scalp, major, a knave

should have fallen for every hair it held, as I promised; but if the young Sagamore is to be led to the stake, the

Indians shall see also how a man without a cross can die."

Not in the least offended with the decided preference that the sturdy woodsman gave to one who might, in

some degree, be called the child of his adoption, Duncan still continued to urge such reasons against so

desperate an effort as presented themselves. He was aided by Alice, who mingled her entreaties with those of

Heyward that he would abandon a resolution that promised so much danger, with so little hope of success.

Their eloquence and ingenuity were expended in vain. The scout heard them attentively, but impatiently, and

finally closed the discussion, by answering, in a tone that instantly silenced Alice, while it told Heyward how

fruitless any further remonstrances would be.

"I have heard," he said, "that there is a feeling in youth which binds man to woman closer than the father is

tied to the son. It may be so. I have seldom been where women of my color dwell; but such may be the gifts

of nature in the settlements. You have risked life, and all that is dear to you, to bring off this gentle one, and I

suppose that some such disposition is at the bottom of it all. As for me, I taught the lad the real character of a

rifle; and well has he paid me for it. I have fou't at his side in many a bloody scrimmage; and so long as I

could hear the crack of his piece in one ear, and that of the Sagamore in the other, I knew no enemy was on

my back. Winters and summer, nights and days, have we roved the wilderness in company, eating of the

same dish, one sleeping while the other watched; and afore it shall be said that Uncas was taken to the

torment, and I at handThere is but a single Ruler of us all, whatever may the color of the skin; and Him I

call to witness, that before the Mohican boy shall perish for the want of a friend, good faith shall depart the

'arth, and 'killdeer' become as harmless as the tooting we'pon of the singer!"

Duncan released his hold on the arm of the scout, who turned, and steadily retraced his steps toward the

lodges. After pausing a moment to gaze at his retiring form, the successful and yet sorrowful Heyward and

Alice took their way together toward the distant village of the Delawares.

CHAPTER 26

"Bot.Let me play the lion too."Midsummer Night's Dream

Notwithstanding the high resolution of Hawkeye he fully comprehended all the difficulties and danger he was

about to incur. In his return to the camp, his acute and practised intellects were intently engaged in devising

means to counteract a watchfulness and suspicion on the part of his enemies, that he knew were, in no degree,

inferior to his own. Nothing but the color of his skin had saved the lives of Magua and the conjurer, who

would have been the first victims sacrificed to his own security, had not the scout believed such an act,

however congenial it might be to the nature of an Indian, utterly unworthy of one who boasted a descent from

men that knew no cross of blood. Accordingly, he trusted to the withes and ligaments with which he had

bound his captives, and pursued his way directly toward the center of the lodges. As he approached the

buildings, his steps become more deliberate, and his vigilant eye suffered no sign, whether friendly or hostile,

to escape him. A neglected hut was a little in advance of the others, and appeared as if it had been deserted

when half completed most probably on account of failing in some of the more important requisites; such as

wood or water. A faint light glimmered through its cracks, however, and announced that, notwithstanding its

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who was about to feel the advanced positions of his enemy, before he hazarded the main attack.

Throwing himself into a suitable posture for the beast he represented, Hawkeye crawled to a little opening,

where he might command a view of the interior. It proved to be the abiding place of David Gamut. Hither the

faithful singing master had now brought himself, together with all his sorrows, his apprehensions, and his

meek dependence on the protection of Providence. At the precise moment when his ungainly person came

under the observation of the scout, in the manner just mentioned, the woodsman himself, though in his

assumed character, was the subject of the solitary being's profounded reflections.

However implicit the faith of David was in the performance of ancient miracles, he eschewed the belief of

any direct supernatural agency in the management of modern morality. In other words, while he had implicit

faith in the ability of Balaam's ass to speak, he was somewhat skeptical on the subject of a bear's singing; and

yet he had been assured of the latter, on the testimony of his own exquisite organs. There was something in

his air and manner that betrayed to the scout the utter confusion of the state of his mind. He was seated on a

pile of brush, a few twigs from which occasionally fed his low fire, with his head leaning on his arm, in a

posture of melancholy musing. The costume of the votary of music had undergone no other alteration from

that so lately described, except that he had covered his bald head with the triangular beaver, which had not

proved sufficiently alluring to excite the cupidity of any of his captors.

The ingenious Hawkeye, who recalled the hasty manner in which the other had abandoned his post at the

bedside of the sick woman, was not without his suspicions concerning the subject of so much solemn

deliberation. First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stood quite alone, and that the

character of its inmate was likely to protect it from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the very

presence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire between them; and when Hawkeye had seated

himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking.

The suddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too much forwe will not say the

philosophybut for the pitch and resolution of David. He fumbled for his pitch pipe, and arose with a

confused intention of attempting a musical exorcism.

"Dark and mysterious monster!" he exclaimed, while with trembling hands he disposed of his auxiliary eyes,

and sought his neverfailing resource in trouble, the gifted version of the psalms; "I know not your nature nor

intents; but if aught you meditate against the person and rights of one of the humblest servants of the temple,

listen to the inspired language of the youth of Israel, and repent."

The bear shook his shaggy sides, and then a wellknown voice replied:

"Put up the tooting we'pon, and teach your throat modesty. Five words of plain and comprehendible English

are worth just now an hour of squalling."

"What art thou?" demanded David, utterly disqualified to pursue his original intention, and nearly gasping for

breath.

"A man like yourself; and one whose blood is as little tainted by the cross of a bear, or an Indian, as your

own. Have you so soon forgotten from whom you received the foolish instrument you hold in your hand?"

"Can these things be?" returned David, breathing more freely, as the truth began to dawn upon him. "I have

found many marvels during my sojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this."

"Come, come," returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, the better to assure the wavering

confidence of his companion; "you may see a skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has

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"First tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely sought her," interrupted David.

"Ay, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. But can you put me on the scent of Uncas?"

"The young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. I greatly mourn that one so well

disposed should die in his ignorance, and I have sought a goodly hymn"

"Can you lead me to him?"

"The task will not be difficult," returned David, hesitating; "though I greatly fear your presence would rather

increase than mitigate his unhappy fortunes."

"No more words, but lead on," returned Hawkeye, concealing his face again, and setting the example in his

own person, by instantly quitting the lodge.

As they proceeded, the scout ascertained that his companion found access to Uncas, under privilege of his

imaginary infirmity, aided by the favor he had acquired with one of the guards, who, in consequence of

speaking a little English, had been selected by David as the subject of a religious conversion. How far the

Huron comprehended the intentions of his new friend may well be doubted; but as exclusive attention is as

flattering to a savage as to a more civilized individual, it had produced the effect we have mentioned. It is

unnecessary to repeat the shrewd manner with which the scout extracted these particulars from the simple

David; neither shall we dwell in this place on the nature of the instruction he delivered, when completely

master of all the necessary facts; as the whole will be sufficiently explained to the reader in the course of the

narrative.

The lodge in which Uncas was confined was in the very center of the village, and in a situation, perhaps,

more difficult than any other to approach, or leave, without observation. But it was not the policy of Hawkeye

to affect the least concealment. Presuming on his disguise, and his ability to sustain the character he had

assumed, he took the most plain and direct route to the place. The hour, however, afforded him some little of

that protection which he appeared so much to despise. The boys were already buried in sleep, and all the

women, and most of the warriors, had retired to their lodges for the night. Four or five of the latter only

lingered about the door of the prison of Uncas, wary by close observers of the manner of their captive.

At the sight of Gamut, accompanied by one in the wellknown masquerade of their most distinguished

conjurer, they readily made way for them both. Still they betrayed no intention to depart. On the other hand,

they were evidently disposed to remain bound to the place by an additional interest in the mysterious

mummeries that they of course expected from such a visit.

From the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their own language, he was compelled to trust

the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice to the

instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongest hopes of his teacher.

"The Delawares are women!" he exclaimed, addressing himself to the savage who had a slight understanding

of the language in which he spoke; "the Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up the

tomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they have forgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to

hear 'Le Cerf Agile' ask for his petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?"

The exclamation "Hugh!" delivered in a strong tone of assent, announced the gratification the savage would

receive in witnessing such an exhibition of weakness in an enemy so long hated and so much feared.

"Then let him step aside, and the cunning man will blow upon the dog. Tell it to my brothers."


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The Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in their turn, listened to the project with that

sort of satisfaction that their untamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement in cruelty. They

drew back a little from the entrance and motioned to the supposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of

obeying, maintained the seat it had taken, and growled:

"The cunning man is afraid that his breath will blow upon his brothers, and take away their courage too,"

continued David, improving the hint he received; "they must stand further off."

The Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviest calamity that could befall them, fell

back in a body, taking a position where they were out of earshot, though at the same time they could

command a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied of their safety, the scout left his position,

and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, and lighted by

the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for the purposed of cookery.

Uncas occupied a distant corner, in a reclining attitude, being rigidly bound, both hands and feet, by strong

and painful withes. When the frightful object first presented itself to the young Mohican, he did not deign to

bestow a single glance on the animal. The scout, who had left David at the door, to ascertain they were not

observed, thought it prudent to preserve his disguise until assured of their privacy. Instead of speaking,

therefore, he exerted himself to enact one of the antics of the animal he represented. The young Mohican,

who at first believed his enemies had sent in a real beast to torment him, and try his nerves, detected in those

performances that to Heyward had appeared so accurate, certain blemishes, that at once betrayed the

counterfeit. Had Hawkeye been aware of the low estimation in which the skillful Uncas held his

representations, he would probably have prolonged the entertainment a little in pique. But the scornful

expression of the young man's eye admitted of so many constructions, that the worthy scout was spared the

mortification of such a discovery. As soon, therefore, as David gave the preconcerted signal, a low hissing

sound was heard in the lodge in place of the fierce growlings of the bear.

Uncas had cast his body back against the wall of the hut and closed his eyes, as if willing to exclude so

contemptible and disagreeable an object from his sight. But the moment the noise of the serpent was heard,

he arose, and cast his looks on each side of him, bending his head low, and turning it inquiringly in every

direction, until his keen eye rested on the shaggy monster, where it remained riveted, as though fixed by the

power of a charm. Again the same sounds were repeated, evidently proceeding from the mouth of the beast.

Once more the eyes of the youth roamed over the interior of the lodge, and returning to the former resting

place, he uttered, in a deep, suppressed voice:

"Hawkeye!"

"Cut his bands," said Hawkeye to David, who just then approached them.

The singer did as he was ordered, and Uncas found his limbs released. At the same moment the dried skin of

the animal rattled, and presently the scout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared to

comprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively, neither tongue nor feature betraying

another symptom of surprise. When Hawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply

loosing certain thongs of skin, he drew a long, glittering knife, and put it in the hands of Uncas.

"The red Hurons are without," he said; "let us be ready." At the same time he laid his finger significantly on

another similar weapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies during the evening.

"We will go," said Uncas.

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"To the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers."

"Ay, lad," said the scout in Englisha language he was apt to use when a little abstracted in mind; "the same

blood runs in your veins, I believe; but time and distance has a little changed its color. What shall we do with

the Mingoes at the door? They count six, and this singer is as good as nothing."

"The Hurons are boasters," said Uncas, scornfully; "their 'totem' is a moose, and they run like snails. The

Delawares are children of the tortoise, and they outstrip the deer."

"Ay, lad, there is truth in what you say; and I doubt not, on a rush, you would pass the whole nation; and, in a

straight race of two miles, would be in, and get your breath again, afore a knave of them all was within

hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man lies more in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I

can brain a Huron as well as a better man; but when it comes to a race the knaves would prove too much for

me."

Uncas, who had already approached the door, in readiness to lead the way, now recoiled, and placed himself,

once more, in the bottom of the lodge. But Hawkeye, who was too much occupied with his own thoughts to

note the movement, continued speaking more to himself than to his companion.

"After all," he said, "it is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage to the gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had

better take the lead, while I will put on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed."

The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leaned his body against one of the

upright posts that supported the wall of the hut.

"Well," said the scout looking up at him, "why do you tarry? There will be time enough for me, as the knaves

will give chase to you at first."

"Uncas will stay," was the calm reply.

"For what?"

"To fight with his father's brother, and die with the friend of the Delawares."

"Ay, lad," returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his own iron fingers; "'twould have been

more like a Mingo than a Mohican had you left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youth

commonly loves life. Well, what can't be done by main courage, in war, must be done by circumvention. Put

on the skin; I doubt not you can play the bear nearly as well as myself."

Whatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of their respective abilities in this particular, his

grave countenance manifested no opinion of his superiority. He silently and expeditiously encased himself in

the covering of the beast, and then awaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit to

dictate.

"Now, friend," said Hawkeye, addressing David, "an exchange of garments will be a great convenience to

you, inasmuch as you are but little accustomed to the makeshifts of the wilderness. Here, take my hunting

shirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me with the book and spectacles, as well as

the tooter, too; if we ever meet again, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanks into the

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David parted with the several articles named with a readiness that would have done great credit to his

liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in

assuming his borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind the glasses, and his head was

surmounted by the triangular beaver, as their statures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for

the singer, by starlight. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scout turned to David, and gave him his

parting instructions.

"Are you much given to cowardice?" he bluntly asked, by way of obtaining a suitable understanding of the

whole case before he ventured a prescription.

"My pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatly given to mercy and love," returned

David, a little nettled at so direct an attack on his manhood; "but there are none who can say that I have ever

forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits."

"Your chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find out that they have been deceived. If you

are not then knocked on the head, your being a noncomposser will protect you; and you'll then have a good

reason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit down here in the shadow, and take the part of

Uncas, until such times as the cunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your

times of trial will come. So choose for yourselfto make a rush or tarry here."

"Even so," said David, firmly; "I will abide in the place of the Delaware. Bravely and generously has he

battled in my behalf, and this, and more, will I dare in his service."

"You have spoken as a man, and like one who, under wiser schooling, would have been brought to better

things. Hold your head down, and draw in your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keep silent

as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, to break out suddenly in one of your shoutings,

which will serve to remind the Indians that you are not altogether as responsible as men should be. If

however, they take your scalp, as I trust and believe they will not, depend on it, Uncas and I will not forget

the deed, but revenge it as becomes true warriors and trusty friends."

"Hold!" said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were about to leave him; "I am an unworthy and

humble follower of one who taught not the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek no

victims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if you remember them at all, let it be in prayers

for the enlightening of their minds, and for their eternal welfare."

The scout hesitated, and appeared to muse.

"There is a principle in that," he said, "different from the law of the woods; and yet it is fair and noble to

reflect upon." Then heaving a heavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for a condition he

had so long abandoned, he added: "it is what I would wish to practise myself, as one without a cross of blood,

though it is not always easy to deal with an Indian as you would with a fellow Christian. God bless you,

friend; I do believe your scent is not greatly wrong, when the matter is duly considered, and keeping eternity

before the eyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force of temptation."

So saying, the scout returned and shook David cordially by the hand; after which act of friendship he

immediately left the lodge, attended by the new representative of the beast.

The instant Hawkeye found himself under the observation of the Hurons, he drew up his tall form in the rigid

manner of David, threw out his arm in the act of keeping time, and commenced what he intended for an

imitation of his psalmody. Happily for the success of this delicate adventure, he had to deal with ears but

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was necessary to pass within a dangerous proximity of the dark group of the savages, and the voice of the

scout grew louder as they drew nigher. When at the nearest point the Huron who spoke the English thrust out

an arm, and stopped the supposed singingmaster.

"The Delaware dog!" he said, leaning forward, and peering through the dim light to catch the expression of

the other's features; "is he afraid? Will the Hurons hear his groans?"

A growl, so exceedingly fierce and natural, proceeded from the beast, that the young Indian released his hold

and started aside, as if to assure himself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that was rolling

before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him to his subtle enemies, gladly profited by the

interruption, to break out anew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in a more refined

state of society have been termed "a grand crash." Among his actual auditors, however, it merely gave him an

additional claim to that respect which they never withhold from such as are believed to be the subjects of

mental alienation. The little knot on Indians drew back in a body, and suffered, as they thought, the conjurer

and his inspired assistant to proceed.

It required no common exercise of fortitude in Uncas and the scout to continue the dignified and deliberate

pace they had assumed in passing the lodge; especially as they immediately perceived that curiosity had so

far mastered fear, as to induce the watchers to approach the hut, in order to witness the effect of the

incantations. The least injudicious or impatient movement on the part of David might betray them, and time

was absolutely necessary to insure the safety of the scout. The loud noise the latter conceived it politic to

continue, drew many curious gazers to the doors of the different huts as thy passed; and once or twice a dark

looking warrior stepped across their path, led to the act by superstition and watchfulness. They were not,

however, interrupted, the darkness of the hour, and the boldness of the attempt, proving their principal

friends.

The adventurers had got clear of the village, and were now swiftly approaching the shelter of the woods,

when a loud and long cry arose from the lodge where Uncas had been confined. The Mohican started on his

feet, and shook his shaggy covering, as though the animal he counterfeited was about to make some desperate

effort.

"Hold!" said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, "let them yell again! 'Twas nothing but

wonderment."

He had no occasion to delay, for at the next instant a burst of cries filled the outer air, and ran along the whole

extent of the village. Uncas cast his skin, and stepped forth in his own beautiful proportions. Hawkeye tapped

him lightly on the shoulder, and glided ahead.

"Now let the devils strike our scent!" said the scout, tearing two rifles, with all their attendant accouterments,

from beneath a bush, and flourishing "killdeer" as he handed Uncas his weapon; "two, at least, will find it to

their deaths."

Then, throwing their pieces to a low trail, like sportsmen in readiness for their game, they dashed forward,

and were soon buried in the somber darkness of the forest.

CHAPTER 27

"Ant. I shall remember: When C‘sar says 

Do this, it is performed."Julius Caesar


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The impatience of the savages who lingered about the prison of Uncas, as has been seen, had overcome their

dread of the conjurer's breath. They stole cautiously, and with beating hearts, to a crevice, through which the

faint light of the fire was glimmering. For several minutes they mistook the form of David for that of the

prisoner; but the very accident which Hawkeye had foreseen occurred. Tired of keeping the extremities of his

long person so near together, the singer gradually suffered the lower limbs to extend themselves, until one of

his misshapen feet actually came in contact with and shoved aside the embers of the fire. At first the Hurons

believed the Delaware had been thus deformed by witchcraft. But when David, unconscious of being

observed, turned his head, and exposed his simple, mild countenance, in place of the haughty lineaments of

their prisoner, it would have exceeded the credulity of even a native to have doubted any longer. They rushed

together into the lodge, and, laying their hands, with but little ceremony, on their captive, immediately

detected the imposition. They arose the cry first heard by the fugitives. It was succeeded by the most frantic

and angry demonstrations of vengeance. David, however, firm in his determination to cover the retreat of his

friends, was compelled to believe that his own final hour had come. Deprived of his book and his pipe, he

was fain to trust to a memory that rarely failed him on such subjects; and breaking forth in a loud and

impassioned strain, he endeavored to smooth his passage into the other world by singing the opening verse of

a funeral anthem. The Indians were seasonably reminded of his infirmity, and, rushing into the open air, they

aroused the village in the manner described.

A native warrior fights as he sleeps, without the protection of anything defensive. The sounds of the alarm

were, therefore, hardly uttered before two hundred men were afoot, and ready for the battle or the chase, as

either might be required. The escape was soon known; and the whole tribe crowded, in a body, around the

councillodge, impatiently awaiting the instruction of their chiefs. In such a sudden demand on their wisdom,

the presence of the cunning Magua could scarcely fail of being needed. His name was mentioned, and all

looked round in wonder that he did not appear. Messengers were then despatched to his lodge requiring his

presence.

In the meantime, some of the swiftest and most discreet of the young men were ordered to make the circuit of

the clearing, under cover of the woods, in order to ascertain that their suspected neighbors, the Delawares,

designed no mischief. Women and children ran to and fro; and, in short, the whole encampment exhibited

another scene of wild and savage confusion. Gradually, however, these symptoms of disorder diminished;

and in a few minutes the oldest and most distinguished chiefs were assembled in the lodge, in grave

consultation.

The clamor of many voices soon announced that a party approached, who might be expected to communicate

some intelligence that would explain the mystery of the novel surprise. The crowd without gave way, and

several warriors entered the place, bringing with them the hapless conjurer, who had been left so long by the

scout in duress.

Notwithstanding this man was held in very unequal estimation among the Hurons, some believing implicitly

in his power, and others deeming him an impostor, he was now listened to by all with the deepest attention.

When his brief story was ended, the father of the sick woman stepped forth, and, in a few pithy expression,

related, in his turn, what he knew. These two narratives gave a proper direction to the subsequent inquiries,

which were now made with the characteristic cunning of savages.

Instead of rushing in a confused and disorderly throng to the cavern, ten of the wisest and firmest among the

chiefs were selected to prosecute the investigation. As no time was to be lost, the instant the choice was made

the individuals appointed rose in a body and left the place without speaking. On reaching the entrance, the

younger men in advance made way for their seniors; and the whole proceeded along the low, dark gallery,

with the firmness of warriors ready to devote themselves to the public good, though, at the same time,

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The outer apartment of the cavern was silent and gloomy. The woman lay in her usual place and posture,

though there were those present who affirmed they had seen her borne to the woods by the supposed

"medicine of the white men." Such a direct and palpable contradiction of the tale related by the father caused

all eyes to be turned on him. Chafed by the silent imputation, and inwardly troubled by so unaccountable a

circumstance, the chief advanced to the side of the bed, and, stooping, cast an incredulous look at the

features, as if distrusting their reality. His daughter was dead.

The unerring feeling of nature for a moment prevailed and the old warrior hid his eyes in sorrow. Then,

recovering his selfpossession, he faced his companions, and, pointing toward the corpse, he said, in the

language of his people:

"The wife of my young man has left us! The Great Spirit is angry with his children."

The mournful intelligence was received in solemn silence. After a short pause, one of the elder Indians was

about to speak, when a darklooking object was seen rolling out of an adjoining apartment, into the very

center of the room where they stood. Ignorant of the nature of the beings they had to deal with, the whole

party drew back a little, and, rising on end, exhibited the distorted but still fierce and sullen features of

Magua. The discovery was succeeded by a general exclamation of amazement.

As soon, however, as the true situation of the chief was understood, several knives appeared, and his limbs

and tongue were quickly released. The Huron arose, and shook himself like a lion quitting his lair. Not a

word escaped him, though his hand played convulsively with the handle of his knife, while his lowering eyes

scanned the whole party, as if they sought an object suited to the first burst of his vengeance.

It was happy for Uncas and the scout, and even David, that they were all beyond the reach of his arm at such

a moment; for, assuredly, no refinement in cruelty would then have deferred their deaths, in opposition to the

promptings of the fierce temper that nearly choked him. Meeting everywhere faces that he knew as friends,

the savage grated his teeth together like rasps of iron, and swallowed his passion for want of a victim on

whom to vent it. This exhibition of anger was noted by all present; and from an apprehension of exasperating

a temper that was already chafed nearly to madness, several minutes were suffered to pass before another

word was uttered. When, however, suitable time had elapsed, the oldest of the party spoke.

"My friend has found an enemy," he said. "Is he nigh that the Hurons might take revenge?"

"Let the Delaware die!" exclaimed Magua, in a voice of thunder.

Another longer and expressive silence was observed, and was broken, as before, with due precaution, by the

same individual.

"The Mohican is swift of foot, and leaps far," he said; "but my young men are on his trail."

"Is he gone?" demanded Magua, in tones so deep and guttural, that they seemed to proceed from his inmost

chest.

"An evil spirit has been among us, and the Delaware has blinded our eyes."

"An evil spirit!" repeated the other, mockingly; "'tis the spirit that has taken the lives of so many Hurons; the

spirit that slew my young men at 'the tumbling river'; that took their scalps at the 'healing spring'; and who

has, now, bound the arms of Le Renard Subtil!"

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"Of the dog who carries the heart and cunning of a Huron under a pale skinLa Longue Carabine."

The pronunciation of so terrible a name produced the usual effect among his auditors. But when time was

given for reflection, and the warriors remembered that their formidable and daring enemy had even been in

the bosom of their encampment, working injury, fearful rage took the place of wonder, and all those fierce

passions with which the bosom of Magua had just been struggling were suddenly transferred to his

companions. Some among them gnashed their teeth in anger, others vented their feelings in yells, and some,

again, beat the air as frantically as if the object of their resentment were suffering under their blows. But this

sudden outbreaking of temper as quickly subsided in the still and sullen restraint they most affected in their

moments of inaction.

Magua, who had in his turn found leisure for reflection, now changed his manner, and assumed the air of one

who knew how to think and act with a dignity worthy of so grave a subject.

"Let us go to my people," he said; "they wait for us."

His companions consented in silence, and the whole of the savage party left the cavern and returned to the

council lodge. When they were seated, all eyes turned on Magua, who understood, from such an indication,

that, by common consent, they had devolved the duty of relating what had passed on him. He arose, and told

his tale without duplicity or reservation. The whole deception practised by both Duncan and Hawkeye was, of

course, laid naked, and no room was found, even for the most superstitious of the tribe, any longer to affix a

doubt on the character of the occurrences. It was but too apparent that they had been insultingly, shamefully,

disgracefully deceived. When he had ended, and resumed his seat, the collected tribefor his auditors, in

substance, included all the fighting men of the partysat regarding each other like men astonished equally at

the audacity and the success of their enemies. The next consideration, however, was the means and

opportunities for revenge.

Additional pursuers were sent on the trail of the fugitives; and then the chiefs applied themselves, in earnest,

to the business of consultation. Many different expedients were proposed by the elder warriors, in succession,

to all of which Magua was a silent and respectful listener. That subtle savage had recovered his artifice and

selfcommand, and now proceeded toward his object with his customary caution and skill. It was only when

each one disposed to speak had uttered his sentiments, that he prepared to advance his own opinions. They

were given with additional weight from the circumstance that some of the runners had already returned, and

reported that their enemies had been traced so far as to leave no doubt of their having sought safety in the

neighboring camp of their suspected allies, the Delawares. With the advantage of possessing this important

intelligence, the chief warily laid his plans before his fellows, and, as might have been anticipated from his

eloquence and cunning, they were adopted without a dissenting voice. They were, briefly, as follows, both in

opinions and in motives.

It has been already stated that, in obedience to a policy rarely departed from, the sisters were separated so

soon as they reached the Huron village. Magua had early discovered that in retaining the person of Alice, he

possessed the most effectual check on Cora. When they parted, therefore, he kept the former within reach of

his hand, consigning the one he most valued to the keeping of their allies. The arrangement was understood to

be merely temporary, and was made as much with a view to flatter his neighbors as in obedience to the

invariable rule of Indian policy.

While goaded incessantly by these revengeful impulses that in a savage seldom slumber, the chief was still

attentive to his more permanent personal interests. The follies and disloyalty committed in his youth were to

be expiated by a long and painful penance, ere he could be restored to the full enjoyment of the confidence of

his ancient people; and without confidence there could be no authority in an Indian tribe. In this delicate and

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happiest of his expedients had been the success with which he had cultivated the favor of their powerful and

dangerous neighbors. The result of his experiment had answered all the expectations of his policy; for the

Hurons were in no degree exempt from that governing principle of nature, which induces man to value his

gifts precisely in the degree that they are appreciated by others.

But, while he was making this ostensible sacrifice to general considerations, Magua never lost sight of his

individual motives. The latter had been frustrated by the unlookedfor events which had placed all his

prisoners beyond his control; and he now found himself reduced to the necessity of suing for favors to those

whom it had so lately been his policy to oblige.

Several of the chiefs had proposed deep and treacherous schemes to surprise the Delawares and, by gaining

possession of their camp, to recover their prisoners by the same blow; for all agreed that their honor, their

interests, and the peace and happiness of their dead countrymen, imperiously required them speedily to

immolate some victims to their revenge. But plans so dangerous to attempt, and of such doubtful issue,

Magua found little difficulty in defeating. He exposed their risk and fallacy with his usual skill; and it was

only after he had removed every impediment, in the shape of opposing advice, that he ventured to propose his

own projects.

He commenced by flattering the selflove of his auditors; a neverfailing method of commanding attention.

When he had enumerated the many different occasions on which the Hurons had exhibited their courage and

prowess, in the punishment of insults, he digressed in a high encomium on the virtue of wisdom. He painted

the quality as forming the great point of difference between the beaver and other brutes; between the brutes

and men; and, finally, between the Hurons, in particular, and the rest of the human race. After he had

sufficiently extolled the property of discretion, he undertook to exhibit in what manner its use was applicable

to the present situation of their tribe. On the one hand, he said, was their great pale father, the governor of the

Canadas, who had looked upon his children with a hard eye since their tomahawks had been so red; on the

other, a people as numerous as themselves, who spoke a different language, possessed different interests, and

loved them not, and who would be glad of any pretense to bring them in disgrace with the great white chief.

Then he spoke of their necessities; of the gifts they had a right to expect for their past services; of their

distance from their proper huntinggrounds and native villages; and of the necessity of consulting prudence

more, and inclination less, in so critical circumstances. When he perceived that, while the old men applauded

his moderation, many of the fiercest and most distinguished of the warriors listened to these politic plans with

lowering looks, he cunningly led them back to the subject which they most loved. He spoke openly of the

fruits of their wisdom, which he boldly pronounced would be a complete and final triumph over their

enemies. He even darkly hinted that their success might be extended, with proper caution, in such a manner

as to include the destruction of all whom they had reason to hate. In short, he so blended the warlike with the

artful, the obvious with the obscure, as to flatter the propensities of both parties, and to leave to each subject

of hope, while neither could say it clearly comprehended his intentions.

The orator, or the politician, who can produce such a state of things, is commonly popular with his

contemporaries, however he may be treated by posterity. All perceived that more was meant than was uttered,

and each one believed that the hidden meaning was precisely such as his own faculties enabled him to

understand, or his own wishes led him to anticipate.

In this happy state of things, it is not surprising that the management of Magua prevailed. The tribe consented

to act with deliberation, and with one voice they committed the direction of the whole affair to the

government of the chief who had suggested such wise and intelligible expedients.

Magua had now attained one great object of all his cunning and enterprise. The ground he had lost in the

favor of his people was completely regained, and he found himself even placed at the head of affairs. He was,

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especially while the tribe continued in a hostile country. Throwing off, therefore, the appearance of

consultation, he assumed the grave air of authority necessary to support the dignity of his office.

Runners were despatched for intelligence in different directions; spies were ordered to approach and feel the

encampment of the Delawares; the warriors were dismissed to their lodges, with an intimation that their

services would soon be needed; and the women and children were ordered to retire, with a warning that it was

their province to be silent. When these several arrangements were made, Magua passed through the village,

stopping here and there to pay a visit where he thought his presence might be flattering to the individual. He

confirmed his friends in their confidence, fixed the wavering, and gratified all. Then he sought his own lodge.

The wife the Huron chief had abandoned, when he was chased from among his people, was dead. Children he

had none; and he now occupied a hut, without companion of any sort. It was, in fact, the dilapidated and

solitary structure in which David had been discovered, and whom he had tolerated in his presence, on those

few occasions when they met, with the contemptuous indifference of a haughty superiority.

Hither, then, Magua retired, when his labors of policy were ended. While others slept, however, he neither

knew or sought repose. Had there been one sufficiently curious to have watched the movements of the newly

elected chief, he would have seen him seated in a corner of his lodge, musing on the subject of his future

plans, from the hour of his retirement to the time he had appointed for the warriors to assemble again.

Occasionally the air breathed through the crevices of the hut, and the low flame that fluttered about the

embers of the fire threw their wavering light on the person of the sullen recluse. At such moments it would

not have been difficult to have fancied the dusky savage the Prince of Darkness brooding on his own fancied

wrongs, and plotting evil.

Long before the day dawned, however, warrior after warrior entered the solitary hut of Magua, until they had

collected to the number of twenty. Each bore his rifle, and all the other accouterments of war, though the

paint was uniformly peaceful. The entrance of these fiercelooking beings was unnoticed: some seating

themselves in the shadows of the place, and others standing like motionless statues, until the whole of the

designated band was collected.

Then Magua arose and gave the signal to proceed, marching himself in advance. They followed their leader

singly, and in that wellknown order which has obtained the distinguishing appellation of "Indian file."

Unlike other men engaged in the spiritstirring business of war, they stole from their camp unostentatiously

and unobserved resembling a band of gliding specters, more than warriors seeking the bubble reputation by

deeds of desperate daring.

Instead of taking the path which led directly toward the camp of the Delawares, Magua led his party for some

distance down the windings of the stream, and along the little artificial lake of the beavers. The day began to

dawn as they entered the clearing which had been formed by those sagacious and industrious animals.

Though Magua, who had resumed his ancient garb, bore the outline of a fox on the dressed skin which

formed his robe, there was one chief of his party who carried the beaver as his peculiar symbol, or "totem."

There would have been a species of profanity in the omission, had this man passed so powerful a community

of his fancied kindred, without bestowing some evidence of his regard. Accordingly, he paused, and spoke in

words as kind and friendly as if he were addressing more intelligent beings. He called the animals his

cousins, and reminded them that his protecting influence was the reason they remained unharmed, while

many avaricious traders were prompting the Indians to take their lives. He promised a continuance of his

favors, and admonished them to be grateful. After which, he spoke of the expedition in which he was himself

engaged, and intimated, though with sufficient delicacy and circumlocution, the expediency of bestowing on

their relative a portion of that wisdom for which they were so renowned.*

* These harangues of the beasts were frequent among the Indians. They often address their victims in this

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or the reverse, in suffering.

During the utterance of this extraordinary address, the companions of the speaker were as grave and as

attentive to his language as though they were all equally impressed with its propriety. Once or twice black

objects were seen rising to the surface of the water, and the Huron expressed pleasure, conceiving that his

words were not bestowed in vain. Just as he ended his address, the head of a large beaver was thrust from the

door of a lodge, whose earthen walls had been much injured, and which the party had believed, from its

situation, to be uninhabited. Such an extraordinary sign of confidence was received by the orator as a highly

favorable omen; and though the animal retreated a little precipitately, he was lavish of his thanks and

commendations.

When Magua thought sufficient time had been lost in gratifying the family affection of the warrior, he again

made the signal to proceed. As the Indians moved away in a body, and with a step that would have been

inaudible to the ears of any common man, the same venerablelooking beaver once more ventured his head

from its cover. Had any of the Hurons turned to look behind them, they would have seen the animal watching

their movements with an interest and sagacity that might easily have been mistaken for reason. Indeed, so

very distinct and intelligible were the devices of the quadruped, that even the most experienced observer

would have been at a loss to account for its actions, until the moment when the party entered the forest, when

the whole would have been explained, by seeing the entire animal issue from the lodge, uncasing, by the act,

the grave features of Chingachgook from his mask of fur.

CHAPTER 28

"Brief, I pray for you; for you see, 'tis a busy time with me."Much Ado About Nothing

The tribe, or rather half tribe, of Delawares, which has been so often mentioned, and whose present place of

encampment was so nigh the temporary village of the Hurons, could assemble about an equal number of

warriors with the latter people. Like their neighbors, they had followed Montcalm into the territories of the

English crown, and were making heavy and serious inroads on the huntinggrounds of the Mohawks; though

they had seen fit, with the mysterious reserve so common among the natives, to withhold their assistance at

the moment when it was most required. The French had accounted for this unexpected defection on the part

of their ally in various ways. It was the prevalent opinion, however, that they had been influenced by

veneration for the ancient treaty, that had once made them dependent on the Six Nations for military

protection, and now rendered them reluctant to encounter their former masters. As for the tribe itself, it had

been content to announce to Montcalm, through his emissaries, with Indian brevity, that their hatchets were

dull, and time was necessary to sharpen them. The politic captain of the Canadas had deemed it wiser to

submit to entertain a passive friend, than by any acts of illjudged severity to convert him into an open

enemy.

On that morning when Magua led his silent party from the settlement of the beavers into the forests, in the

manner described, the sun rose upon the Delaware encampment as if it had suddenly burst upon a busy

people, actively employed in all the customary avocations of high noon. The women ran from lodge to lodge,

some engaged in preparing their morning's meal, a few earnestly bent on seeking the comforts necessary to

their habits, but more pausing to exchange hasty and whispered sentences with their friends. The warriors

were lounging in groups, musing more than they conversed and when a few words were uttered, speaking like

men who deeply weighed their opinions. The instruments of the chase were to be seen in abundance among

the lodges; but none departed. Here and there a warrior was examining his arms, with an attention that is

rarely bestowed on the implements, when no other enemy than the beasts of the forest is expected to be

encountered. And occasionally, the eyes of a whole group were turned simultaneously toward a large and

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During the existence of this scene, a man suddenly appeared at the furthest extremity of a platform of rock

which formed the level of the village. He was without arms, and his paint tended rather to soften than

increase the natural sternness of his austere countenance. When in full view of the Delawares he stopped, and

made a gesture of amity, by throwing his arm upward toward heaven, and then letting it fall impressively on

his breast. The inhabitants of the village answered his salute by a low murmur of welcome, and encouraged

him to advance by similar indications of friendship. Fortified by these assurances, the dark figure left the

brow of the natural rocky terrace, where it had stood a moment, drawn in a strong outline against the blushing

morning sky, and moved with dignity into the very center of the huts. As he approached, nothing was audible

but the rattling of the light silver ornaments that loaded his arms and neck, and the tinkling of the little bells

that fringed his deerskin moccasins. He made, as he advanced, many courteous signs of greeting to the men

he passed, neglecting to notice the women, however, like one who deemed their favor, in the present

enterprise, of no importance. When he had reached the group in which it was evident, by the haughtiness of

their common mien, that the principal chiefs were collected, the stranger paused, and then the Delawares saw

that the active and erect form that stood before them was that of the wellknown Huron chief, Le Renard

Subtil.

His reception was grave, silent, and wary. The warriors in front stepped aside, opening the way to their most

approved orator by the action; one who spoke all those languages that were cultivated among the northern

aborigines.

"The wise Huron is welcome," said the Delaware, in the language of the Maquas; "he is come to eat his

'succotash'*, with his brothers of the lakes."

* A dish composed of cracked corn and beans. It is much used also by the whites. By corn is meant maise.

"He is come," repeated Magua, bending his head with the dignity of an eastern prince.

The chief extended his arm and taking the other by the wrist, they once more exchanged friendly salutations.

Then the Delaware invited his guest to enter his own lodge, and share his morning meal. The invitation was

accepted; and the two warriors, attended by three or four of the old men, walked calmly away, leaving the

rest of the tribe devoured by a desire to understand the reasons of so unusual a visit, and yet not betraying the

least impatience by sign or word.

During the short and frugal repast that followed, the conversation was extremely circumspect, and related

entirely to the events of the hunt, in which Magua had so lately been engaged. It would have been impossible

for the most finished breeding to wear more of the appearance of considering the visit as a thing of course,

than did his hosts, notwithstanding every individual present was perfectly aware that it must be connected

with some secret object and that probably of importance to themselves. When the appetites of the whole were

appeased, the squaws removed the trenchers and gourds, and the two parties began to prepare themselves for

a subtle trial of their wits.

"Is the face of my great Canada father turned again toward his Huron children?" demanded the orator of the

Delawares.

"When was it ever otherwise?" returned Magua. "He calls my people 'most beloved'."

The Delaware gravely bowed his acquiescence to what he knew to be false, and continued:

"The tomahawks of your young men have been very red."

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The other acknowledged the pacific compliment by a gesture of the hand, and remained silent. Then Magua,

as if recalled to such a recollection, by the allusion to the massacre, demanded:

"Does my prisoner give trouble to my brothers?"

"She is welcome."

"The path between the Hurons and the Delawares is short and it is open; let her be sent to my squaws, if she

gives trouble to my brother."

"She is welcome," returned the chief of the latter nation, still more emphatically.

The baffled Magua continued silent several minutes, apparently indifferent, however, to the repulse he had

received in this his opening effort to regain possession of Cora.

"Do my young men leave the Delawares room on the mountains for their hunts?" he at length continued.

"The Lenape are rulers of their own hills," returned the other a little haughtily.

"It is well. Justice is the master of a redskin. Why should they brighten their tomahawks and sharpen their

knives against each other? Are not the pale faces thicker than the swallows in the season of flowers?"

"Good!" exclaimed two or three of his auditors at the same time.

Magua waited a little, to permit his words to soften the feelings of the Delawares, before he added:

"Have there not been strange moccasins in the woods? Have not my brothers scented the feet of white men?"

"Let my Canada father come," returned the other, evasively; "his children are ready to see him."

"When the great chief comes, it is to smoke with the Indians in their wigwams. The Hurons say, too, he is

welcome. But the Yengeese have long arms, and legs that never tire! My young men dreamed they had seen

the trail of the Yengeese nigh the village of the Delawares!"

"They will not find the Lenape asleep."

"It is well. The warrior whose eye is open can see his enemy," said Magua, once more shifting his ground,

when he found himself unable to penetrate the caution of his companion. "I have brought gifts to my brother.

His nation would not go on the warpath, because they did not think it well, but their friends have remembered

where they lived."

When he had thus announced his liberal intention, the crafty chief arose, and gravely spread his presents

before the dazzled eyes of his hosts. They consisted principally of trinkets of little value, plundered from the

slaughtered females of William Henry. In the division of the baubles the cunning Huron discovered no less

art than in their selection. While he bestowed those of greater value on the two most distinguished warriors,

one of whom was his host, he seasoned his offerings to their inferiors with such well timed and apposite

compliments, as left them no ground of complaint. In short, the whole ceremony contained such a happy

blending of the profitable with the flattering, that it was not difficult for the donor immediately to read the

effect of a generosity so aptly mingled with praise, in the eyes of those he addressed.


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This welljudged and politic stroke on the part of Magua was not without instantaneous results. The

Delawares lost their gravity in a much more cordial expression; and the host, in particular, after

contemplating his own liberal share of the spoil for some moments with peculiar gratification, repeated with

strong emphasis, the words:

"My brother is a wise chief. He is welcome."

"The Hurons love their friends the Delawares," returned Magua. "Why should they not? they are colored by

the same sun, and their just men will hunt in the same grounds after death. The redskins should be friends,

and look with open eyes on the white men. Has not my brother scented spies in the woods?"

The Delaware, whose name in English signified "Hard Heart," an appellation that the French had translated

into "le Coeur dur," forgot that obduracy of purpose, which had probably obtained him so significant a title.

His countenance grew very sensibly less stern and he now deigned to answer more directly.

"There have been strange moccasins about my camp. They have been tracked into my lodges."

"Did my brother beat out the dogs?" asked Magua, without adverting in any manner to the former

equivocation of the chief.

"It would not do. The stranger is always welcome to the children of the Lenape."

"The stranger, but not the spy."

"Would the Yengeese send their women as spies? Did not the Huron chief say he took women in the battle?"

"He told no lie. The Yengeese have sent out their scouts. They have been in my wigwams, but they found

there no one to say welcome. Then they fled to the Delawaresfor, say they, the Delawares are our friends;

their minds are turned from their Canada father!"

This insinuation was a home thrust, and one that in a more advanced state of society would have entitled

Magua to the reputation of a skillful diplomatist. The recent defection of the tribe had, as they well knew

themselves, subjected the Delawares to much reproach among their French allies; and they were now made to

feel that their future actions were to be regarded with jealousy and distrust. There was no deep insight into

causes and effects necessary to foresee that such a situation of things was likely to prove highly prejudicial to

their future movements. Their distant villages, their huntinggrounds and hundreds of their women and

children, together with a material part of their physical force, were actually within the limits of the French

territory. Accordingly, this alarming annunciation was received, as Magua intended, with manifest

disapprobation, if not with alarm.

"Let my father look in my face," said Le Coeurdur; "he will see no change. It is true, my young men did not

go out on the warpath; they had dreams for not doing so. But they love and venerate the great white chief."

"Will he think so when he hears that his greatest enemy is fed in the camp of his children? When he is told a

bloody Yengee smokes at your fire? That the pale face who has slain so many of his friends goes in and out

among the Delawares? Go! my great Canada father is not a fool!"

"Where is the Yengee that the Delawares fear?" returned the other; "who has slain my young men? Who is

the mortal enemy of my Great Father?"

"La Longue Carabine!"


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The Delaware warriors started at the wellknown name, betraying by their amazement, that they now

learned, for the first time, one so famous among the Indian allies of France was within their power.

"What does my brother mean?" demanded Le Coeurdur, in a tone that, by its wonder, far exceeded the usual

apathy of his race.

"A Huron never lies!" returned Magua, coldly, leaning his head against the side of the lodge, and drawing his

slight robe across his tawny breast. "Let the Delawares count their prisoners; they will find one whose skin is

neither red nor pale."

A long and musing pause succeeded. The chief consulted apart with his companions, and messengers

despatched to collect certain others of the most distinguished men of the tribe.

As warrior after warrior dropped in, they were each made acquainted, in turn, with the important intelligence

that Magua had just communicated. The air of surprise, and the usual low, deep, guttural exclamation, were

common to them all. The news spread from mouth to mouth, until the whole encampment became powerfully

agitated. The women suspended their labors, to catch such syllables as unguardedly fell from the lips of the

consulting warriors. The boys deserted their sports, and walking fearlessly among their fathers, looked up in

curious admiration, as they heard the brief exclamations of wonder they so freely expressed the temerity of

their hated foe. In short, every occupation was abandoned for the time, and all other pursuits seemed

discarded in order that the tribe might freely indulge, after their own peculiar manner, in an open expression

of feeling.

When the excitement had a little abated, the old men disposed themselves seriously to consider that which it

became the honor and safety of their tribe to perform, under circumstances of so much delicacy and

embarrassment. During all these movements, and in the midst of the general commotion, Magua had not only

maintained his seat, but the very attitude he had originally taken, against the side of the lodge, where he

continued as immovable, and, apparently, as unconcerned, as if he had no interest in the result. Not a single

indication of the future intentions of his hosts, however, escaped his vigilant eyes. With his consummate

knowledge of the nature of the people with whom he had to deal, he anticipated every measure on which they

decided; and it might almost be said, that, in many instances, he knew their intentions, even before they

became known to themselves.

The council of the Delawares was short. When it was ended, a general bustle announced that it was to be

immediately succeeded by a solemn and formal assemblage of the nation. As such meetings were rare, and

only called on occasions of the last importance, the subtle Huron, who still sat apart, a wily and dark observer

of the proceedings, now knew that all his projects must be brought to their final issue. He, therefore, left the

lodge and walked silently forth to the place, in front of the encampment, whither the warriors were already

beginning to collect.

It might have been half an hour before each individual, including even the women and children, was in his

place. The delay had been created by the grave preparations that were deemed necessary to so solemn and

unusual a conference. But when the sun was seen climbing above the tops of that mountain, against whose

bosom the Delawares had constructed their encampment, most were seated; and as his bright rays darted from

behind the outline of trees that fringed the eminence, they fell upon as grave, as attentive, and as deeply

interested a multitude, as was probably ever before lighted by his morning beams. Its number somewhat

exceeded a thousand souls.

In a collection of so serious savages, there is never to be found any impatient aspirant after premature

distinction, standing ready to move his auditors to some hasty, and, perhaps, injudicious discussion, in order

that his own reputation may be the gainer. An act of so much precipitancy and presumption would seal the


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downfall of precocious intellect forever. It rested solely with the oldest and most experienced of the men to

lay the subject of the conference before the people. Until such a one chose to make some movement, no deeds

in arms, no natural gifts, nor any renown as an orator, would have justified the slightest interruption. On the

present occasion, the aged warrior whose privilege it was to speak, was silent, seemingly oppressed with the

magnitude of his subject. The delay had already continued long beyond the usual deliberative pause that

always preceded a conference; but no sign of impatience or surprise escaped even the youngest boy.

Occasionally an eye was raised from the earth, where the looks of most were riveted, and strayed toward a

particular lodge, that was, however, in no manner distinguished from those around it, except in the peculiar

care that had been taken to protect it against the assaults of the weather.

At length one of those low murmurs, that are so apt to disturb a multitude, was heard, and the whole nation

arose to their feet by a common impulse. At that instant the door of the lodge in question opened, and three

men, issuing from it, slowly approached the place of consultation. They were all aged, even beyond that

period to which the oldest present had reached; but one in the center, who leaned on his companions for

support, had numbered an amount of years to which the human race is seldom permitted to attain. His frame,

which had once been tall and erect, like the cedar, was now bending under the pressure of more than a

century. The elastic, light step of an Indian was gone, and in its place he was compelled to toil his tardy way

over the ground, inch by inch. His dark, wrinkled countenance was in singular and wild contrast with the long

white locks which floated on his shoulders, in such thickness, as to announce that generations had probably

passed away since they had last been shorn.

The dress of this patriarchfor such, considering his vast age, in conjunction with his affinity and influence

with his people, he might very properly be termedwas rich and imposing, though strictly after the simple

fashions of the tribe. His robe was of the finest skins, which had been deprived of their fur, in order to admit

of a hieroglyphical representation of various deeds in arms, done in former ages. His bosom was loaded with

medals, some in massive silver, and one or two even in gold, the gifts of various Christian potentates during

the long period of his life. He also wore armlets, and cinctures above the ankles, of the latter precious metal.

His head, on the whole of which the hair had been permitted to grow, the pursuits of war having so long been

abandoned, was encircled by a sort of plated diadem, which, in its turn, bore lesser and more glittering

ornaments, that sparkled amid the glossy hues of three drooping ostrich feathers, dyed a deep black, in

touching contrast to the color of his snowwhite locks. His tomahawk was nearly hid in silver, and the handle

of his knife shone like a horn of solid gold.

So soon as the first hum of emotion and pleasure, which the sudden appearance of this venerated individual

created, had a little subsided, the name of "Tamenund" was whispered from mouth to mouth. Magua had

often heard the fame of this wise and just Delaware; a reputation that even proceeded so far as to bestow on

him the rare gift of holding secret communion with the Great Spirit, and which has since transmitted his

name, with some slight alteration, to the white usurpers of his ancient territory, as the imaginary tutelar saint*

of a vast empire. The Huron chief, therefore, stepped eagerly out a little from the throng, to a spot whence he

might catch a nearer glimpse of the features of the man, whose decision was likely to produce so deep an

influence on his own fortunes.

* The Americans sometimes called their tutelar saint Tamenay, a corruption of the name of the renowned

chief here introduced. There are many traditions which speak of the character and power of Tamenund.

The eyes of the old man were closed, as though the organs were wearied with having so long witnessed the

selfish workings of the human passions. The color of his skin differed from that of most around him, being

richer and darker, the latter having been produced by certain delicate and mazy lines of complicated and yet

beautiful figures, which had been traced over most of his person by the operation of tattooing.

Notwithstanding the position of the Huron, he passed the observant and silent Magua without notice, and

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in the center of his nation, with the dignity of a monarch and the air of a father.

Nothing could surpass the reverence and affection with which this unexpected visit from one who belongs

rather to another world than to this, was received by his people. After a suitable and decent pause, the

principal chiefs arose, and, approaching the patriarch, they placed his hands reverently on their heads,

seeming to entreat a blessing. The younger men were content with touching his robe, or even drawing nigh

his person, in order to breathe in the atmosphere of one so aged, so just, and so valiant. None but the most

distinguished among the youthful warriors even presumed to far as to perform the latter ceremony, the great

mass of the multitude deeming it a sufficient happiness to look upon a form so deeply venerated, and so well

beloved. When these acts of affection and respect were performed, the chiefs drew back again to their several

places, and silence reigned in the whole encampment.

After a short delay, a few of the young men, to whom instructions had been whispered by one of the aged

attendants of Tamenund, arose, left the crowd, and entered the lodge which has already been noted as the

object of so much attention throughout that morning. In a few minutes they reappeared, escorting the

individuals who had caused all these solemn preparations toward the seat of judgment. The crowd opened in

a lane; and when the party had re entered, it closed in again, forming a large and dense belt of human

bodies, arranged in an open circle.

CHAPTER 29

"The assembly seated, rising o'er the rest,

Achilles thus the king of men addressed."Pope's Illiad

Cora stood foremost among the prisoners, entwining her arms in those of Alice, in the tenderness of sisterly

love. Notwithstanding the fearful and menacing array of savages on every side of her, no apprehension on her

own account could prevent the noblerminded maiden from keeping her eyes fastened on the pale and

anxious features of the trembling Alice. Close at their side stood Heyward, with an interest in both, that, at

such a moment of intense uncertainty, scarcely knew a preponderance in favor of her whom he most loved.

Hawkeye had placed himself a little in the rear, with a deference to the superior rank of his companions, that

no similarity in the state of their present fortunes could induce him to forget. Uncas was not there.

When perfect silence was again restored, and after the usual long, impressive pause, one of the two aged

chiefs who sat at the side of the patriarch arose, and demanded aloud, in very intelligible English:

"Which of my prisoners is La Longue Carabine?"

Neither Duncan nor the scout answered. The former, however, glanced his eyes around the dark and silent

assembly, and recoiled a pace, when they fell on the malignant visage of Magua. He saw, at once, that this

wily savage had some secret agency in their present arraignment before the nation, and determined to throw

every possible impediment in the way of the execution of his sinister plans. He had witnessed one instance of

the summary punishments of the Indians, and now dreaded that his companion was to be selected for a

second. In this dilemma, with little or no time for reflection, he suddenly determined to cloak his invaluable

friend, at any or every hazard to himself. Before he had time, however, to speak, the question was repeated in

a louder voice, and with a clearer utterance.

"Give us arms," the young man haughtily replied, "and place us in yonder woods. Our deeds shall speak for

us!"

"This is the warrior whose name has filled our ears!" returned the chief, regarding Heyward with that sort of

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accident, virtue or crime, has given notoriety. "What has brought the white man into the camp of the

Delawares?"

"My necessities. I come for food, shelter, and friends."

"It cannot be. The woods are full of game. The head of a warrior needs no other shelter than a sky without

clouds; and the Delawares are the enemies, and not the friends of the Yengeese. Go, the mouth has spoken,

while the heart said nothing."

Duncan, a little at a loss in what manner to proceed, remained silent; but the scout, who had listened

attentively to all that passed, now advanced steadily to the front.

"That I did not answer to the call for La Longue Carabine, was not owing either to shame or fear," he said,

"for neither one nor the other is the gift of an honest man. But I do not admit the right of the Mingoes to

bestow a name on one whose friends have been mindful of his gifts, in this particular; especially as their title

is a lie, 'killdeer' being a grooved barrel and no carabyne. I am the man, however, that got the name of

Nathaniel from my kin; the compliment of Hawkeye from the Delawares, who live on their own river; and

whom the Iroquois have presumed to style the 'Long Rifle', without any warranty from him who is most

concerned in the matter."

The eyes of all present, which had hitherto been gravely scanning the person of Duncan, were now turned, on

the instant, toward the upright iron frame of this new pretender to the distinguished appellation. It was in no

degree remarkable that there should be found two who were willing to claim so great an honor, for impostors,

though rare, were not unknown among the natives; but it was altogether material to the just and severe

intentions of the Delawares, that there should be no mistake in the matter. Some of their old men consulted

together in private, and then, as it would seem, they determined to interrogate their visitor on the subject.

"My brother has said that a snake crept into my camp," said the chief to Magua; "which is he?"

The Huron pointed to the scout.

"Will a wise Delaware believe the barking of a wolf?" exclaimed Duncan, still more confirmed in the evil

intentions of his ancient enemy: " a dog never lies, but when was a wolf known to speak the truth?"

The eyes of Magua flashed fire; but suddenly recollecting the necessity of maintaining his presence of mind,

he turned away in silent disdain, well assured that the sagacity of the Indians would not fail to extract the real

merits of the point in controversy. He was not deceived; for, after another short consultation, the wary

Delaware turned to him again, and expressed the determination of the chiefs, though in the most considerate

language.

"My brother has been called a liar," he said, "and his friends are angry. They will show that he has spoken the

truth. Give my prisoners guns, and let them prove which is the man."

Magua affected to consider the expedient, which he well knew proceeded from distrust of himself, as a

compliment, and made a gesture of acquiescence, well content that his veracity should be supported by so

skillful a marksman as the scout. The weapons were instantly placed in the hands of the friendly opponents,

and they were bid to fire, over the heads of the seated multitude, at an earthen vessel, which lay, by accident,

on a stump, some fifty yards from the place where they stood.

Heyward smiled to himself at the idea of a competition with the scout, though he determined to persevere in

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Raising his rifle with the utmost care, and renewing his aim three several times, he fired. The bullet cut the

wood within a few inches of the vessel; and a general exclamation of satisfaction announced that the shot was

considered a proof of great skill in the use of a weapon. Even Hawkeye nodded his head, as if he would say,

it was better than he expected. But, instead of manifesting an intention to contend with the successful

marksman, he stood leaning on his rifle for more than a minute, like a man who was completely buried in

thought. From this reverie, he was, however, awakened by one of the young Indians who had furnished the

arms, and who now touched his shoulder, saying in exceedingly broken English:

"Can the pale face beat it?"

"Yes, Huron!" exclaimed the scout, raising the short rifle in his right hand, and shaking it at Magua, with as

much apparent ease as if it were a reed; "yes, Huron, I could strike you now, and no power on earth could

prevent the deed! The soaring hawk is not more certain of the dove than I am this moment of you, did I

choose to send a bullet to your heart! Why should I not? Why!because the gifts of my color forbid it, and I

might draw down evil on tender and innocent heads. If you know such a being as God, thank Him, therefore,

in your inward soul; for you have reason!"

The flushed countenance, angry eye and swelling figure of the scout, produced a sensation of secret awe in all

that heard him. The Delawares held their breath in expectation; but Magua himself, even while he distrusted

the forbearance of his enemy, remained immovable and calm, where he stood wedged in by the crowd, as one

who grew to the spot.

"Beat it," repeated the young Delaware at the elbow of the scout.

"Beat what, fool!what?" exclaimed Hawkeye, still flourishing the weapon angrily above his head, though

his eye no longer sought the person of Magua.

"If the white man is the warrior he pretends," said the aged chief, "let him strike nigher to the mark."

The scout laughed alouda noise that produced the startling effect of an unnatural sound on Heyward; then

dropping the piece, heavily, into his extended left hand, it was discharged, apparently by the shock, driving

the fragments of the vessel into the air, and scattering them on every side. Almost at the same instant, the

rattling sound of the rifle was heard, as he suffered it to fall, contemptuously, to the earth.

The first impression of so strange a scene was engrossing admiration. Then a low, but increasing murmur, ran

through the multitude, and finally swelled into sounds that denoted a lively opposition in the sentiments of

the spectators. While some openly testified their satisfaction at so unexampled dexterity, by far the larger

portion of the tribe were inclined to believe the success of the shot was the result of accident. Heyward was

not slow to confirm an opinion that was so favorable to his own pretensions.

"It was chance!" he exclaimed; "none can shoot without an aim!"

"Chance!" echoed the excited woodsman, who was now stubbornly bent on maintaining his identity at every

hazard, and on whom the secret hints of Heyward to acquiesce in the deception were entirely lost. "Does

yonder lying Huron, too, think it chance? Give him another gun, and place us face to face, without cover or

dodge, and let Providence, and our own eyes, decide the matter atween us! I do not make the offer, to you,

major; for our blood is of a color, and we serve the same master."

"That the Huron is a liar, is very evident," returned Heyward, coolly; "you have yourself heard him asset you

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It were impossible to say what violent assertion the stubborn Hawkeye would have next made, in his

headlong wish to vindicate his identity, had not the aged Delaware once more interposed.

"The hawk which comes from the clouds can return when he will," he said; "give them the guns."

This time the scout seized the rifle with avidity; nor had Magua, though he watched the movements of the

marksman with jealous eyes, any further cause for apprehension.

"Now let it be proved, in the face of this tribe of Delawares, which is the better man," cried the scout, tapping

the butt of his piece with that finger which had pulled so many fatal triggers.

"You see that gourd hanging against yonder tree, major; if you are a marksman fit for the borders, let me see

you break its shell!"

Duncan noted the object, and prepared himself to renew the trial. The gourd was one of the usual little vessels

used by the Indians, and it was suspended from a dead branch of a small pine, by a thong of deerskin, at the

full distance of a hundred yards. So strangely compounded is the feeling of selflove, that the young soldier,

while he knew the utter worthlessness of the suffrages of his savage umpires, forgot the sudden motives of

the contest in a wish to excel. It had been seen, already, that his skill was far from being contemptible, and he

now resolved to put forth its nicest qualities. Had his life depended on the issue, the aim of Duncan could not

have been more deliberate or guarded. He fired; and three or four young Indians, who sprang forward at the

report, announced with a shout, that the ball was in the tree, a very little on one side of the proper object. The

warriors uttered a common ejaculation of pleasure, and then turned their eyes, inquiringly, on the movements

of his rival.

"It may do for the Royal Americans!" said Hawkeye, laughing once more in his own silent, heartfelt manner;

"but had my gun often turned so much from the true line, many a marten, whose skin is now in a lady's muff,

would still be in the woods; ay, and many a bloody Mingo, who has departed to his final account, would be

acting his deviltries at this very day, atween the provinces. I hope the squaw who owns the gourd has more of

them in her wigwam, for this will never hold water again!"

The scout had shook his priming, and cocked his piece, while speaking; and, as he ended, he threw back a

foot, and slowly raised the muzzle from the earth: the motion was steady, uniform, and in one direction.

When on a perfect level, it remained for a single moment, without tremor or variation, as though both man

and rifle were carved in stone. During that stationary instant, it poured forth its contents, in a bright, glancing

sheet of flame. Again the young Indians bounded forward; but their hurried search and disappointed looks

announced that no traces of the bullet were to be seen.

"Go!" said the old chief to the scout, in a tone of strong disgust; "thou art a wolf in the skin of a dog. I will

talk to the 'Long Rifle' of the Yengeese."

"Ah! had I that piece which furnished the name you use, I would obligate myself to cut the thong, and drop

the gourd without breaking it!" returned Hawkeye, perfectly undisturbed by the other's manner. "Fools, if you

would find the bullet of a sharpshooter in these woods, you must look in the object, and not around it!"

The Indian youths instantly comprehended his meaningfor this time he spoke in the Delaware

tongueand tearing the gourd from the tree, they held it on high with an exulting shout, displaying a hole in

its bottom, which had been but by the bullet, after passing through the usual orifice in the center of its upper

side. At this unexpected exhibition, a loud and vehement expression of pleasure burst from the mouth of

every warrior present. It decided the question, and effectually established Hawkeye in the possession of his

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finally directed to the weatherbeaten form of the scout, who immediately became the principal object of

attention to the simple and unsophisticated beings by whom he was surrounded. When the sudden and noisy

commotion had a little subsided, the aged chief resumed his examination.

"Why did you wish to stop my ears?" he said, addressing Duncan; "are the Delawares fools that they could

not know the young panther from the cat?"

"They will yet find the Huron a singingbird," said Duncan, endeavoring to adopt the figurative language of

the natives.

"It is good. We will know who can shut the ears of men. Brother," added the chief turning his eyes on Magua,

"the Delawares listen."

Thus singled, and directly called on to declare his object, the Huron arose; and advancing with great

deliberation and dignity into the very center of the circle, where he stood confronted by the prisoners, he

placed himself in an attitude to speak. Before opening his mouth, however, he bent his eyes slowly along the

whole living boundary of earnest faces, as if to temper his expressions to the capacities of his audience. On

Hawkeye he cast a glance of respectful enmity; on Duncan, a look of inextinguishable hatred; the shrinking

figure of Alice he scarcely deigned to notice; but when his glance met the firm, commanding, and yet lovely

form of Cora, his eye lingered a moment, with an expression that it might have been difficult to define. Then,

filled with his own dark intentions, he spoke in the language of the Canadas, a tongue that he well knew was

comprehended by most of his auditors.

"The Spirit that made men colored them differently," commenced the subtle Huron. "Some are blacker than

the sluggish bear. These He said should be slaves; and He ordered them to work forever, like the beaver. You

may hear them groan, when the south wind blows, louder than the lowing buffaloes, along the shores of the

great salt lake, where the big canoes come and go with them in droves. Some He made with faces paler than

the ermine of the forests; and these He ordered to be traders; dogs to their women, and wolves to their slaves.

He gave this people the nature of the pigeon; wings that never tire; young, more plentiful than the leaves on

the trees, and appetites to devour the earth. He gave them tongues like the false call of the wildcat; hearts like

rabbits; the cunning of the hog (but none of the fox), and arms longer than the legs of the moose. With his

tongue he stops the ears of the Indians; his heart teaches him to pay warriors to fight his battles; his cunning

tells him how to get together the goods of the earth; and his arms inclose the land from the shores of the

saltwater to the islands of the great lake. His gluttony makes him sick. God gave him enough, and yet he

wants all. Such are the pale faces.

"Some the Great Spirit made with skins brighter and redder than yonder sun," continued Magua, pointing

impressively upward to the lurid luminary, which was struggling through the misty atmosphere of the

horizon; "and these did He fashion to His own mind. He gave them this island as He had made it, covered

with trees, and filled with game. The wind made their clearings; the sun and rain ripened their fruits; and the

snows came to tell them to be thankful. What need had they of roads to journey by! They saw through the

hills! When the beavers worked, they lay in the shade, and looked on. The winds cooled them in summer; in

winter, skins kept them warm. If they fought among themselves, it was to prove that they were men. They

were brave; they were just; they were happy."

Here the speaker paused, and again looked around him to discover if his legend had touched the sympathies

of his listeners. He met everywhere, with eyes riveted on his own, heads erect and nostrils expanded, as if

each individual present felt himself able and willing, singly, to redress the wrongs of his race.

"If the Great Spirit gave different tongues to his red children," he continued, in a low, still melancholy voice,

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Some he placed near the setting sun, on the road to the happy hunting grounds. Some on the lands around the

great fresh waters; but to His greatest, and most beloved, He gave the sands of the salt lake. Do my brothers

know the name of this favored people?"

"It was the Lenape!" exclaimed twenty eager voices in a breath.

"It was the Lenni Lenape," returned Magua, affecting to bend his head in reverence to their former greatness.

"It was the tribes of the Lenape! The sun rose from water that was salt, and set in water that was sweet, and

never hid himself from their eyes. But why should I, a Huron of the woods, tell a wise people their own

traditions? Why remind them of their injuries; their ancient greatness; their deeds; their glory; their

happiness; their losses; their defeats; their misery? Is there not one among them who has seen it all, and who

knows it to be true? I have done. My tongue is still for my heart is of lead. I listen."

As the voice of the speaker suddenly ceased, every face and all eyes turned, by a common movement, toward

the venerable Tamenund. From the moment that he took his seat, until the present instant, the lips of the

patriarch had not severed, and scarcely a sign of life had escaped him. He sat bent in feebleness, and

apparently unconscious of the presence he was in, during the whole of that opening scene, in which the skill

of the scout had been so clearly established. At the nicely graduated sound of Magua's voice, however, he

betrayed some evidence of consciousness, and once or twice he even raised his head, as if to listen. But when

the crafty Huron spoke of his nation by name, the eyelids of the old man raised themselves, and he looked out

upon the multitude with that sort of dull, unmeaning expression which might be supposed to belong to the

countenance of a specter. Then he made an effort to rise, and being upheld by his supporters, he gained his

feet, in a posture commanding by its dignity, while he tottered with weakness.

"Who calls upon the children of the Lenape?" he said, in a deep, guttural voice, that was rendered awfully

audible by the breathless silence of the multitude; "who speaks of things gone? Does not the egg become a

wormthe worm a fly, and perish? Why tell the Delawares of good that is past? Better thank the Manitou

for that which remains."

"It is a Wyandot," said Magua, stepping nigher to the rude platform on which the other stood; "a friend of

Tamenund."

"A friend!" repeated the sage, on whose brow a dark frown settled, imparting a portion of that severity which

had rendered his eye so terrible in middle age. "Are the Mingoes rulers of the earth? What brings a Huron in

here?"

"Justice. His prisoners are with his brothers, and he comes for his own."

Tamenund turned his head toward one of his supporters, and listened to the short explanation the man gave.

Then, facing the applicant, he regarded him a moment with deep attention; after which he said, in a low and

reluctant voice:

"Justice is the law of the great Manitou. My children, give the stranger food. Then, Huron, take thine own and

depart."

On the delivery of this solemn judgment, the patriarch seated himself, and closed his eyes again, as if better

pleased with the images of his own ripened experience than with the visible objects of the world. Against

such a decree there was no Delaware sufficiently hardy to murmur, much less oppose himself. The words

were barely uttered when four or five of the younger warriors, stepping behind Heyward and the scout,

passed thongs so dexterously and rapidly around their arms, as to hold them both in instant bondage. The


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former was too much engrossed with his precious and nearly insensible burden, to be aware of their

intentions before they were executed; and the latter, who considered even the hostile tribes of the Delawares a

superior race of beings, submitted without resistance. Perhaps, however, the manner of the scout would not

have been so passive, had he fully comprehended the language in which the preceding dialogue had been

conducted.

Magua cast a look of triumph around the whole assembly before he proceeded to the execution of his

purpose. Perceiving that the men were unable to offer any resistance, he turned his looks on her he valued

most. Cora met his gaze with an eye so calm and firm, that his resolution wavered. Then, recollecting his

former artifice, he raised Alice from the arms of the warrior against whom she leaned, and beckoning

Heyward to follow, he motioned for the encircling crowd to open. But Cora, instead of obeying the impulse

he had expected, rushed to the feet of the patriarch, and, raising her voice, exclaimed aloud:

"Just and venerable Delaware, on thy wisdom and power we lean for mercy! Be deaf to yonder artful and

remorseless monster, who poisons thy ears with falsehoods to feed his thirst for blood. Thou that hast lived

long, and that hast seen the evil of the world, should know how to temper its calamities to the miserable."

The eyes of the old man opened heavily, and he once more looked upward at the multitude. As the piercing

tones of the suppliant swelled on his ears, they moved slowly in the direction of her person, and finally

settled there in a steady gaze. Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and

pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex, looking up in his

faded but majestic countenance, with a species of holy reverence. Gradually the expression of Tamenund's

features changed, and losing their vacancy in admiration, they lighted with a portion of that intelligence

which a century before had been wont to communicate his youthful fire to the extensive bands of the

Delawares. Rising without assistance, and seemingly without an effort, he demanded, in a voice that startled

its auditors by its firmness:

"What art thou?"

"A woman. One of a hated race, it thou wilta Yengee. But one who has never harmed thee, and who

cannot harm thy people, if she would; who asks for succor."

"Tell me, my children," continued the patriarch, hoarsely, motioning to those around him, though his eyes

still dwelt upon the kneeling form of Cora, "where have the Delawares camped?"

"In the mountains of the Iroquois, beyond the clear springs of the Horican."

"Many parching summers are come and gone," continued the sage, "since I drank of the water of my own

rivers. The children of Minquon* are the justest white men, but they were thirsty and they took it to

themselves. Do they follow us so far?"

* William Penn was termed Minquon by the Delawares, and, as he never used violence or injustice in his

dealings with them, his reputation for probity passed into a proverb. The American is justly proud of the

origin of his nation, which is perhaps unequaled in the history of the world; but the Pennsylvanian and

Jerseyman have more reason to value themselves in their ancestors than the natives of any other state, since

no wrong was done the original owners of the soil.

"We follow none, we covet nothing," answered Cora. "Captives against our wills, have we been brought

amongst you; and we ask but permission to depart to our own in peace. Art thou not Tamenundthe father,

the judge, I had almost said, the prophetof this people?"


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"I am Tamenund of many days."

"'Tis now some seven years that one of thy people was at the mercy of a white chief on the borders of this

province. He claimed to be of the blood of the good and just Tamenund. 'Go', said the white man, 'for thy

parent's sake thou art free' Dost thou remember the name of that English warrior?"

"I remember, that when a laughing boy," returned the patriarch, with the peculiar recollection of vast age, "I

stood upon the sands of the sea shore, and saw a big canoe, with wings whiter than the swan's, and wider than

many eagles, come from the rising sun."

"Nay, nay; I speak not of a time so very distant, but of favor shown to thy kindred by one of mine, within the

memory of thy youngest warrior."

"Was it when the Yengeese and the Dutchmanne fought for the huntinggrounds of the Delawares? Then

Tamenund was a chief, and first laid aside the bow for the lightning of the pale faces"

"Not yet then," interrupted Cora, "by many ages; I speak of a thing of yesterday. Surely, surely, you forget it

not."

"It was but yesterday," rejoined the aged man, with touching pathos, "that the children of the Lenape were

masters of the world. The fishes of the salt lake, the birds, the beasts, and the Mengee of the woods, owned

them for Sagamores."

Cora bowed her head in disappointment, and, for a bitter moment struggled with her chagrin. Then, elevating

her rich features and beaming eyes, she continued, in tones scarcely less penetrating than the unearthly voice

of the patriarch himself:

"Tell me, is Tamenund a father?"

The old man looked down upon her from his elevated stand, with a benignant smile on his wasted

countenance, and then casting his eyes slowly over the whole assemblage, he answered:

"Of a nation."

"For myself I ask nothing. Like thee and thine, venerable chief," she continued, pressing her hands

convulsively on her heart, and suffering her head to droop until her burning cheeks were nearly concealed in

the maze of dark, glossy tresses that fell in disorder upon her shoulders, "the curse of my ancestors has fallen

heavily on their child. But yonder is one who has never known the weight of Heaven's displeasure until now.

She is the daughter of an old and failing man, whose days are near their close. She has many, very many, to

love her, and delight in her; and she is too good, much too precious, to become the victim of that villain."

"I know that the pale faces are a proud and hungry race. I know that they claim not only to have the earth, but

that the meanest of their color is better than the Sachems of the red man. The dogs and crows of their tribes,"

continued the earnest old chieftain, without heeding the wounded spirit of his listener, whose head was nearly

crushed to the earth in shame, as he proceeded, "would bark and caw before they would take a woman to their

wigwams whose blood was not of the color of snow. But let them not boast before the face of the Manitou

too loud. They entered the land at the rising, and may yet go off at the setting sun. I have often seen the

locusts strip the leaves from the trees, but the season of blossoms has always come again."

"It is so," said Cora, drawing a long breath, as if reviving from a trance, raising her face, and shaking back

her shining veil, with a kindling eye, that contradicted the deathlike paleness of her countenance; "but


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whyit is not permitted us to inquire. There is yet one of thine own people who has not been brought before

thee; before thou lettest the Huron depart in triumph, hear him speak."

Observing Tamenund to look about him doubtingly, one of his companions said:

"It is a snakea redskin in the pay of the Yengeese. We keep him for the torture."

"Let him come," returned the sage.

Then Tamenund once more sank into his seat, and a silence so deep prevailed while the young man prepared

to obey his simple mandate, that the leaves, which fluttered in the draught of the light morning air, were

distinctly heard rustling in the surrounding forest.

CHAPTER 30

"If you deny me, fie upon your law!

There is no force in the decrees of Venice:

I stand for judgment: answer, shall I have it?"Merchant of Venice

The silence continued unbroken by human sounds for many anxious minutes. Then the waving multitude

opened and shut again, and Uncas stood in the living circle. All those eyes, which had been curiously

studying the lineaments of the sage, as the source of their own intelligence, turned on the instant, and were

now bent in secret admiration on the erect, agile, and faultless person of the captive. But neither the presence

in which he found himself, nor the exclusive attention that he attracted, in any manner disturbed the

selfpossession of the young Mohican. He cast a deliberate and observing look on every side of him, meeting

the settled expression of hostility that lowered in the visages of the chiefs with the same calmness as the

curious gaze of the attentive children. But when, last in this haughty scrutiny, the person of Tamenund came

under his glance, his eye became fixed, as though all other objects were already forgotten. Then, advancing

with a slow and noiseless step up the area, he placed himself immediately before the footstool of the sage.

Here he stood unnoted, though keenly observant himself, until one of the chiefs apprised the latter of his

presence.

"With what tongue does the prisoner speak to the Manitou?" demanded the patriarch, without unclosing his

eyes.

"Like his fathers," Uncas replied; "with the tongue of a Delaware."

At this sudden and unexpected annunciation, a low, fierce yell ran through the multitude, that might not

inaptly be compared to the growl of the lion, as his choler is first awakeneda fearful omen of the weight of

his future anger. The effect was equally strong on the sage, though differently exhibited. He passed a hand

before his eyes, as if to exclude the least evidence of so shameful a spectacle, while he repeated, in his low,

guttural tones, the words he had just heard.

"A Delaware! I have lived to see the tribes of the Lenape driven from their councilfires, and scattered, like

broken herds of deer, among the hills of the Iroquois! I have seen the hatchets of a strong people sweep

woods from the valleys, that the winds of heaven have spared! The beasts that run on the mountains, and the

birds that fly above the trees, have I seen living in the wigwams of men; but never before have I found a

Delaware so base as to creep, like a poisonous serpent, into the camps of his nation."

"The singingbirds have opened their bills," returned Uncas, in the softest notes of his own musical voice;

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The sage started, and bent his head aside, as if to catch the fleeting sounds of some passing melody.

"Does Tamenund dream!" he exclaimed. "What voice is at his ear! Have the winters gone backward! Will

summer come again to the children of the Lenape!"

A solemn and respectful silence succeeded this incoherent burst from the lips of the Delaware prophet. His

people readily constructed his unintelligible language into one of those mysterious conferences he was

believed to hold so frequently with a superior intelligence and they awaited the issue of the revelation in awe.

After a patient pause, however, one of the aged men, perceiving that the sage had lost the recollection of the

subject before them, ventured to remind him again of the presence of the prisoner.

"The false Delaware trembles lest he should hear the words of Tamenund," he said. "'Tis a hound that howls,

when the Yengeese show him a trail."

"And ye," returned Uncas, looking sternly around him, "are dogs that whine, when the Frenchman casts ye

the offals of his deer!"

Twenty knives gleamed in the air, and as many warriors sprang to their feet, at this biting, and perhaps

merited retort; but a motion from one of the chiefs suppressed the outbreaking of their tempers, and restored

the appearance of quiet. The task might probably have been more difficult, had not a movement made by

Tamenund indicated that he was again about to speak.

"Delaware!" resumed the sage, "little art thou worthy of thy name. My people have not seen a bright sun in

many winters; and the warrior who deserts his tribe when hid in clouds is doubly a traitor. The law of the

Manitou is just. It is so; while the rivers run and the mountains stand, while the blossoms come and go on the

trees, it must be so. He is thine, my children; deal justly by him."

Not a limb was moved, nor was a breath drawn louder and longer than common, until the closing syllable of

this final decree had passed the lips of Tamenund. Then a cry of vengeance burst at once, as it might be, from

the united lips of the nation; a frightful augury of their ruthless intentions. In the midst of these prolonged and

savage yells, a chief proclaimed, in a high voice, that the captive was condemned to endure the dreadful trial

of torture by fire. The circle broke its order, and screams of delight mingled with the bustle and tumult of

preparation. Heyward struggled madly with his captors; the anxious eye of Hawkeye began to look around

him, with an expression of peculiar earnestness; and Cora again threw herself at the feet of the patriarch, once

more a suppliant for mercy.

Throughout the whole of these trying moments, Uncas had alone preserved his serenity. He looked on the

preparations with a steady eye, and when the tormentors came to seize him, he met them with a firm and

upright attitude. One among them, if possible more fierce and savage than his fellows, seized the

huntingshirt of the young warrior, and at a single effort tore it from his body. Then, with a yell of frantic

pleasure, he leaped toward his unresisting victim and prepared to lead him to the stake. But, at that moment,

when he appeared most a stranger to the feelings of humanity, the purpose of the savage was arrested as

suddenly as if a supernatural agency had interposed in the behalf of Uncas. The eyeballs of the Delaware

seemed to start from their sockets; his mouth opened and his whole form became frozen in an attitude of

amazement. Raising his hand with a slow and regulated motion, he pointed with a finger to the bosom of the

captive. His companions crowded about him in wonder and every eye was like his own, fastened intently on

the figure of a small tortoise, beautifully tattooed on the breast of the prisoner, in a bright blue tint.

For a single instant Uncas enjoyed his triumph, smiling calmly on the scene. Then motioning the crowd away

with a high and haughty sweep of his arm, he advanced in front of the nation with the air of a king, and spoke

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"Men of the Lenni Lenape!" he said, "my race upholds the earth! Your feeble tribe stands on my shell! What

fire that a Delaware can light would burn the child of my fathers," he added, pointing proudly to the simple

blazonry on his skin; "the blood that came from such a stock would smother your flames! My race is the

grandfather of nations!"

"Who art thou?" demanded Tamenund, rising at the startling tones he heard, more than at any meaning

conveyed by the language of the prisoner.

"Uncas, the son of Chingachgook," answered the captive modestly, turning from the nation, and bending his

head in reverence to the other's character and years; "a son of the great Unamis."*

* Turtle.

"The hour of Tamenund is nigh!" exclaimed the sage; "the day is come, at last, to the night! I thank the

Manitou, that one is here to fill my place at the councilfire. Uncas, the child of Uncas, is found! Let the eyes

of a dying eagle gaze on the rising sun."

The youth stepped lightly, but proudly on the platform, where he became visible to the whole agitated and

wondering multitude. Tamenund held him long at the length of his arm and read every turn in the fine

lineaments of his countenance, with the untiring gaze of one who recalled days of happiness.

"Is Tamenund a boy?" at length the bewildered prophet exclaimed. "Have I dreamed of so many snowsthat

my people were scattered like floating sandsof Yengeese, more plenty than the leaves on the trees! The

arrow of Tamenund would not frighten the fawn; his arm if withered like the branch of a dead oak; the snail

would be swifter in the race; yet is Uncas before him as they went to battle against the pale faces! Uncas, the

panther of his tribe, the eldest son of the Lenape, the wisest Sagamore of the Mohicans! Tell me, ye

Delawares has Tamenund been a sleeper for a hundred winters?"

The calm and deep silence which succeeded these words sufficiently announced the awful reverence with

which his people received the communication of the patriarch. None dared to answer, though all listened in

breathless expectation of what might follow. Uncas, however, looking in his face with the fondness and

veneration of a favored child, presumed on his own high and acknowledged rank, to reply.

"Four warriors of his race have lived and died," he said, "since the friend of Tamenund led his people in

battle. The blood of the turtle has been in many chiefs, but all have gone back into the earth from whence

they came, except Chingachgook and his son."

"It is trueit is true," returned the sage, a flash of recollection destroying all his pleasing fancies, and

restoring him at once to a consciousness of the true history of his nation. "Our wise men have often said that

two warriors of the unchanged race were in the hills of the Yengeese; why have their seats at the

councilfires of the Delawares been so long empty?"

At these words the young man raised his head, which he had still kept bowed a little, in reverence; and lifting

his voice so as to be heard by the multitude, as if to explain at once and forever the policy of his family, he

said aloud:

"Once we slept where we could hear the salt lake speak in its anger. Then we were rulers and Sagamores over

the land. But when a pale face was seen on every brook, we followed the deer back to the river of our nation.

The Delawares were gone. Few warriors of them all stayed to drink of the stream they loved. Then said my

fathers, 'Here will we hunt. The waters of the river go into the salt lake. If we go toward the setting sun, we

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sea, in the clear springs. When the Manitou is ready and shall say "Come," we will follow the river to the sea,

and take our own again' Such, Delawares, is the belief of the children of the Turtle. Our eyes are on the rising

and not toward the setting sun. We know whence he comes, but we know not whither he goes. It is enough."

The men of the Lenape listened to his words with all the respect that superstition could lend, finding a secret

charm even in the figurative language with which the young Sagamore imparted his ideas. Uncas himself

watched the effect of his brief explanation with intelligent eyes, and gradually dropped the air of authority he

had assumed, as he perceived that his auditors were content. Then, permitting his looks to wander over the

silent throng that crowded around the elevated seat of Tamenund, he first perceived Hawkeye in his bonds.

Stepping eagerly from his stand, he made way for himself to the side of his friend; and cutting his thongs

with a quick and angry stroke of his own knife, he motioned to the crowd to divide. The Indians silently

obeyed, and once more they stood ranged in their circle, as before his appearance among them. Uncas took

the scout by the hand, and led him to the feet of the patriarch.

"Father," he said, "look at this pale face; a just man, and the friend of the Delawares."

"Is he a son of Minquon?"

"Not so; a warrior known to the Yengeese, and feared by the Maquas."

"What name has he gained by his deeds?"

"We call him Hawkeye," Uncas replied, using the Delaware phrase; "for his sight never fails. The Mingoes

know him better by the death he gives their warriors; with them he is 'The Long Rifle'."

"La Longue Carabine!" exclaimed Tamenund, opening his eyes, and regarding the scout sternly. "My son has

not done well to call him friend."

"I call him so who proves himself such," returned the young chief, with great calmness, but with a steady

mien. "If Uncas is welcome among the Delawares, then is Hawkeye with his friends."

"The pale face has slain my young men; his name is great for the blows he has struck the Lenape."

"If a Mingo has whispered that much in the ear of the Delaware, he has only shown that he is a singingbird,"

said the scout, who now believed that it was time to vindicate himself from such offensive charges, and who

spoke as the man he addressed, modifying his Indian figures, however, with his own peculiar notions. "That I

have slain the Maquas I am not the man to deny, even at their own council fires; but that, knowingly, my

hand has never harmed a Delaware, is opposed to the reason of my gifts, which is friendly to them, and all

that belongs to their nation."

A low exclamation of applause passed among the warriors who exchanged looks with each other like men

that first began to perceive their error.

"Where is the Huron?" demanded Tamenund. "Has he stopped my ears?"

Magua, whose feelings during that scene in which Uncas had triumphed may be much better imagined than

described, answered to the call by stepping boldly in front of the patriarch.

"The just Tamenund," he said, "will not keep what a Huron has lent."


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"Tell me, son of my brother," returned the sage, avoiding the dark countenance of Le Subtil, and turning

gladly to the more ingenuous features of Uncas, "has the stranger a conqueror's right over you?"

"He has none. The panther may get into snares set by the women; but he is strong, and knows how to leap

through them."

"La Longue Carabine?"

"Laughs at the Mingoes. Go, Huron, ask your squaws the color of a bear."

"The stranger and white maiden that come into my camp together?"

"Should journey on an open path."

"And the woman that Huron left with my warriors?"

Uncas made no reply.

"And the woman that the Mingo has brought into my camp?" repeated Tamenund, gravely.

"She is mine," cried Magua, shaking his hand in triumph at Uncas. "Mohican, you know that she is mine."

"My son is silent," said Tamenund, endeavoring to read the expression of the face that the youth turned from

him in sorrow.

"It is so," was the low answer.

A short and impressive pause succeeded, during which it was very apparent with what reluctance the

multitude admitted the justice of the Mingo's claim. At length the sage, on whom alone the decision

depended, said, in a firm voice:

"Huron, depart."

"As he came, just Tamenund," demanded the wily Magua, "or with hands filled with the faith of the

Delawares? The wigwam of Le Renard Subtil is empty. Make him strong with his own."

The aged man mused with himself for a time; and then, bending his head toward one of his venerable

companions, he asked:

"Are my ears open?"

"It is true."

"Is this Mingo a chief?"

"The first in his nation."

"Girl, what wouldst thou? A great warrior takes thee to wife. Go! thy race will not end."

"Better, a thousand times, it should," exclaimed the horror struck Cora, "than meet with such a

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"Huron, her mind is in the tents of her fathers. An unwilling maiden makes an unhappy wigwam."

"She speaks with the tongue of her people," returned Magua, regarding his victim with a look of bitter irony.

"She is of a race of traders, and will bargain for a bright look. Let Tamenund speak the words."

"Take you the wampum, and our love."

"Nothing hence but what Magua brought hither."

"Then depart with thine own. The Great Manitou forbids that a Delaware should be unjust."

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, leadall that a warrior needs shall be in thy wigwam; all that becomes the greatest

chief."

"Le Subtil is very strong," cried Magua, violently shaking the hand which grasped the unresisting arm of

Cora; "he has his revenge!"

"Mighty ruler of Providence!" exclaimed Heyward, clasping his hands together in agony, "can this be

suffered! To you, just Tamenund, I appeal for mercy."

"The words of the Delaware are said," returned the sage, closing his eyes, and dropping back into his seat,

alike wearied with his mental and his bodily exertion. "Men speak not twice."

"That a chief should not misspend his time in unsaying what has once been spoken is wise and reasonable,"

said Hawkeye, motioning to Duncan to be silent; "but it is also prudent in every warrior to consider well

before he strikes his tomahawk into the head of his prisoner. Huron, I love you not; nor can I say that any

Mingo has ever received much favor at my hands. It is fair to conclude that, if this war does not soon end,

many more of your warriors will meet me in the woods. Put it to your judgment, then, whether you would

prefer taking such a prisoner as that into your encampment, or one like myself, who am a man that it would

greatly rejoice your nation to see with naked hands."

"Will 'The Long Rifle' give his life for the woman?" demanded Magua, hesitatingly; for he had already made

a motion toward quitting the place with his victim.

"No, no; I have not said so much as that," returned Hawkeye, drawing back with suitable discretion, when he

noted the eagerness with which Magua listened to his proposal. "It would be an unequal exchange, to give a

warrior, in the prime of his age and usefulness, for the best woman on the frontiers. I might consent to go into

winter quarters, now at least six weeks afore the leaves will turnon condition you will release the

maiden."

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"Well, then," added the scout, with the musing air of a man who had not half made up his mind; "I will throw

'killdeer' into the bargain. Take the word of an experienced hunter, the piece has not its equal atween the

provinces."

Magua still disdained to reply, continuing his efforts to disperse the crowd.

"Perhaps," added the scout, losing his dissembled coolness exactly in proportion as the other manifested an

indifference to the exchange, "if I should condition to teach your young men the real virtue of the we'pon, it

would smoothe the little differences in our judgments."

Le Renard fiercely ordered the Delawares, who still lingered in an impenetrable belt around him, in hopes he

would listen to the amicable proposal, to open his path, threatening, by the glance of his eye, another appeal

to the infallible justice of their "prophet."

"What is ordered must sooner or later arrive," continued Hawkeye, turning with a sad and humbled look to

Uncas. "The varlet knows his advantage and will keep it! God bless you, boy; you have found friends among

your natural kin, and I hope they will prove as true as some you have met who had no Indian cross. As for

me, sooner or later, I must die; it is, therefore, fortunate there are but few to make my death howl. After all,

it is likely the imps would have managed to master my scalp, so a day or two will make no great difference in

the everlasting reckoning of time. God bless you," added the rugged woodsman, bending his head aside, and

then instantly changing its direction again, with a wistful look toward the youth; "I loved both you and your

father, Uncas, though our skins are not altogether of a color, and our gifts are somewhat difficult. Tell the

Sagamore I never lost sight of him in my greatest trouble; and, as for you, think of me sometimes when on a

lucky trail, and depend on it, boy, whether there be one heaven or two, there is a path in the other world by

which honest men may come together again. You'll find the rifle in the place we hid it; take it, and keep it for

my sake; and, harkee, lad, as your natural gifts don't deny you the use of vengeance, use it a little freely on

the Mingoes; it may unburden griefs at my loss, and ease your mind. Huron, I accept your offer; release the

woman. I am your prisoner!"

A suppressed, but still distinct murmur of approbation ran through the crowd at this generous proposition;

even the fiercest among the Delaware warriors manifesting pleasure at the manliness of the intended

sacrifice. Magua paused, and for an anxious moment, it might be said, he doubted; then, casting his eyes on

Cora, with an expression in which ferocity and admiration were strangely mingled, his purpose became fixed

forever.

He intimated his contempt of the offer with a backward motion of his head, and said, in a steady and settled

voice:

"Le Renard Subtil is a great chief; he has but one mind. Come," he added, laying his hand too familiarly on

the shoulder of his captive to urge her onward; "a Huron is no tattler; we will go."

The maiden drew back in lofty womanly reserve, and her dark eye kindled, while the rich blood shot, like the

passing brightness of the sun, into her very temples, at the indignity.

"I am your prisoner, and, at a fitting time shall be ready to follow, even to my death. But violence is

unnecessary," she coldly said; and immediately turning to Hawkeye, added: "Generous hunter! from my soul

I thank you. Your offer is vain, neither could it be accepted; but still you may serve me, even more than in

your own noble intention. Look at that drooping humbled child! Abandon her not until you leave her in the

habitations of civilized men. I will not say," wringing the hard hand of the scout, "that her father will reward

youfor such as you are above the rewards of menbut he will thank you and bless you. And, believe me,

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from his lips at this awful moment!" Her voice became choked, and, for an instant, she was silent; then,

advancing a step nigher to Duncan, who was supporting her unconscious sister, she continued, in more

subdued tones, but in which feeling and the habits of her sex maintained a fearful struggle: "I need not tell

you to cherish the treasure you will possess. You love her, Heyward; that would conceal a thousand faults,

though she had them. She is kind, gentle, sweet, good, as mortal may be. There is not a blemish in mind or

person at which the proudest of you all would sicken. She is fair oh! how surpassingly fair!" laying her

own beautiful, but less brilliant, hand in melancholy affection on the alabaster forehead of Alice, and parting

the golden hair which clustered about her brows; "and yet her soul is pure and spotless as her skin! I could

say muchmore, perhaps, than cooler reason would approve; but I will spare you and myself" Her voice

became inaudible, and her face was bent over the form of her sister. After a long and burning kiss, she arose,

and with features of the hue of death, but without even a tear in her feverish eye, she turned away, and added,

to the savage, with all her former elevation of manner: "Now, sir, if it be your pleasure, I will follow."

"Ay, go," cried Duncan, placing Alice in the arms of an Indian girl; "go, Magua, go. these Delawares have

their laws, which forbid them to detain you; but II have no such obligation. Go, malignant monsterwhy

do you delay?"

It would be difficult to describe the expression with which Magua listened to this threat to follow. There was

at first a fierce and manifest display of joy, and then it was instantly subdued in a look of cunning coldness.

"The words are open," he was content with answering, "'The Open Hand' can come."

"Hold," cried Hawkeye, seizing Duncan by the arm, and detaining him by violence; "you know not the craft

of the imp. He would lead you to an ambushment, and your death "

"Huron," interrupted Uncas, who submissive to the stern customs of his people, had been an attentive and

grave listener to all that passed; "Huron, the justice of the Delawares comes from the Manitou. Look at the

sun. He is now in the upper branches of the hemlock. Your path is short and open. When he is seen above the

trees, there will be men on your trail."

"I hear a crow!" exclaimed Magua, with a taunting laugh. "Go!" he added, shaking his hand at the crowd,

which had slowly opened to admit his passage. "Where are the petticoats of the Delawares! Let them send

their arrows and their guns to the Wyandots; they shall have venison to eat, and corn to hoe. Dogs, rabbits,

thievesI spit on you!"

His parting gibes were listened to in a dead, boding silence, and, with these biting words in his mouth, the

triumphant Magua passed unmolested into the forest, followed by his passive captive, and protected by the

inviolable laws of Indian hospitality.

CHAPTER 31

"Flue.Kill the poys and the luggage!

'Tis expressly against the law of arms; 'tis as arrant a piece of knavery, mark you now, as can be offered in the

'orld."King Henry V

So long as their enemy and his victim continued in sight, the multitude remained motionless as beings

charmed to the place by some power that was friendly to the Huron; but, the instant he disappeared, it became

tossed and agitated by fierce and powerful passion. Uncas maintained his elevated stand, keeping his eyes on

the form of Cora, until the colors of her dress were blended with the foliage of the forest; when he descended,

and, moving silently through the throng, he disappeared in that lodge from which he had so recently issued. A

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young chief in passing, followed him to the place he had selected for his meditations. After which, Tamenund

and Alice were removed, and the women and children were ordered to disperse. During the momentous hour

that succeeded, the encampment resembled a hive of troubled bees, who only awaited the appearance and

example of their leader to take some distant and momentous flight.

A young warrior at length issued from the lodge of Uncas; and, moving deliberately, with a sort of grave

march, toward a dwarf pine that grew in the crevices of the rocky terrace, he tore the bark from its body, and

then turned whence he came without speaking. He was soon followed by another, who stripped the sapling of

its branches, leaving it a naked and blazed* trunk. A third colored the post with stripes of a dark red paint; all

which indications of a hostile design in the leaders of the nation were received by the men without in a

gloomy and ominous silence. Finally, the Mohican himself reappeared, divested of all his attire, except his

girdle and leggings, and with onehalf of his fine features hid under a cloud of threatening black.

* A tree which has been partially or entirely stripped of its bark is said, in the language of the country, to be

"blazed." The term is strictly English, for a horse is said to be blazed when it has a white mark.

Uncas moved with a slow and dignified tread toward the post, which he immediately commenced encircling

with a measured step, not unlike an ancient dance, raising his voice, at the same time, in the wild and

irregular chant of his war song. The notes were in the extremes of human sounds; being sometimes

melancholy and exquisitely plaintive, even rivaling the melody of birdsand then, by sudden and startling

transitions, causing the auditors to tremble by their depth and energy. The words were few and often

repeated, proceeding gradually from a sort of invocation, or hymn, to the Deity, to an intimation of the

warrior's object, and terminating as they commenced with an acknowledgment of his own dependence on the

Great Spirit. If it were possible to translate the comprehensive and melodious language in which he spoke, the

ode might read something like the following: "Manitou! Manitou! Manitou! Thou art great, thou art good,

thou art wise: Manitou! Manitou! Thou art just. "In the heavens, in the clouds, oh, I see Many spotsmany

dark, many red: In the heavens, oh, I see Many clouds. "In the woods, in the air, oh, I hear The whoop, the

long yell, and the cry: In the woods, oh, I hear The loud whoop! "Manitou! Manitou! Manitou! I am

weakthou art strong; I am slow; Manitou! Manitou! Give me aid."

At the end of what might be called each verse he made a pause, by raising a note louder and longer than

common, that was peculiarly suited to the sentiment just expressed. The first close was solemn, and intended

to convey the idea of veneration; the second descriptive, bordering on the alarming; and the third was the

wellknown and terrific war whoop, which burst from the lips of the young warrior, like a combination of

all the frightful sounds of battle. The last was like the first, humble and imploring. Three times did he repeat

this song, and as often did he encircle the post in his dance.

At the close of the first turn, a grave and highly esteemed chief of the Lenape followed his example, singing

words of his own, however, to music of a similar character. Warrior after warrior enlisted in the dance, until

all of any renown and authority were numbered in its mazes. The spectacle now became wildly terrific; the

fiercelooking and menacing visages of the chiefs receiving additional power from the appalling strains in

which they mingled their guttural tones. Just then Uncas struck his tomahawk deep into the post, and raised

his voice in a shout, which might be termed his own battle cry. The act announced that he had assumed the

chief authority in the intended expedition.

It was a signal that awakened all the slumbering passions of the nation. A hundred youths, who had hitherto

been restrained by the diffidence of their years, rushed in a frantic body on the fancied emblem of their

enemy, and severed it asunder, splinter by splinter, until nothing remained of the trunk but its roots in the

earth. During this moment of tumult, the most ruthless deeds of war were performed on the fragments of the

tree, with as much apparent ferocity as if they were the living victims of their cruelty. Some were scalped;

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manifestations of zeal and fierce delight were so great and unequivocal, that the expedition was declared to

be a war of the nation.

The instant Uncas had struck the blow, he moved out of the circle, and cast his eyes up to the sun, which was

just gaining the point, when the truce with Magua was to end. The fact was soon announced by a significant

gesture, accompanied by a corresponding cry; and the whole of the excited multitude abandoned their mimic

warfare, with shrill yells of pleasure, to prepare for the more hazardous experiment of the reality.

The whole face of the encampment was instantly changed. The warriors, who were already armed and

painted, became as still as if they were incapable of any uncommon burst of emotion. On the other hand, the

women broke out of the lodges, with the songs of joy and those of lamentation so strangely mixed that it

might have been difficult to have said which passion preponderated. None, however, was idle. Some bore

their choicest articles, others their young, and some their aged and infirm, into the forest, which spread itself

like a verdant carpet of bright green against the side of the mountain. Thither Tamenund also retired, with

calm composure, after a short and touching interview with Uncas; from whom the sage separated with the

reluctance that a parent would quit a long lost and just recovered child. In the meantime, Duncan saw Alice to

a place of safety, and then sought the scout, with a countenance that denoted how eagerly he also panted for

the approaching contest.

But Hawkeye was too much accustomed to the war song and the enlistments of the natives, to betray any

interest in the passing scene. He merely cast an occasional look at the number and quality of the warriors,

who, from time to time, signified their readiness to accompany Uncas to the field. In this particular he was

soon satisfied; for, as has been already seen, the power of the young chief quickly embraced every fighting

man in the nation. After this material point was so satisfactorily decided, he despatched an Indian boy in

quest of "killdeer" and the rifle of Uncas, to the place where they had deposited their weapons on

approaching the camp of the Delawares; a measure of double policy, inasmuch as it protected the arms from

their own fate, if detained as prisoners, and gave them the advantage of appearing among the strangers rather

as sufferers than as men provided with means of defense and subsistence. In selecting another to perform the

office of reclaiming his highly prized rifle, the scout had lost sight of none of his habitual caution. He knew

that Magua had not come unattended, and he also knew that Huron spies watched the movements of their new

enemies, along the whole boundary of the woods. It would, therefore, have been fatal to himself to have

attempted the experiment; a warrior would have fared no better; but the danger of a boy would not be likely

to commence until after his object was discovered. When Heyward joined him, the scout was coolly awaiting

the result of this experiment.

The boy , who had been well instructed, and was sufficiently crafty, proceeded, with a bosom that was

swelling with the pride of such a confidence, and all the hopes of young ambition, carelessly across the

clearing to the wood, which he entered at a point at some little distance from the place where the guns were

secreted. The instant, however, he was concealed by the foliage of the bushes, his dusky form was to be seen

gliding, like that of a serpent, toward the desired treasure. He was successful; and in another moment he

appeared flying across the narrow opening that skirted the base of the terrace on which the village stood, with

the velocity of an arrow, and bearing a prize in each hand. He had actually gained the crags, and was leaping

up their sides with incredible activity, when a shot from the woods showed how accurate had been the

judgment of the scout. The boy answered it with a feeble but contemptuous shout; and immediately a second

bullet was sent after him from another part of the cover. At the next instant he appeared on the level above,

elevating his guns in triumph, while he moved with the air of a conqueror toward the renowned hunter who

had honored him by so glorious a commission.

Notwithstanding the lively interest Hawkeye had taken in the fate of his messenger, he received "killdeer"

with a satisfaction that, momentarily, drove all other recollections from his mind. After examining the piece

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equally important experiments on the lock, he turned to the boy and demanded with great manifestations of

kindness, if he was hurt. The urchin looked proudly up in his face, but made no reply.

"Ah! I see, lad, the knaves have barked your arm!" added the scout, taking up the limb of the patient sufferer,

across which a deep flesh wound had been made by one of the bullets; "but a little bruised alder will act like a

charm. In the meantime I will wrap it in a badge of wampum! You have commenced the business of a warrior

early, my brave boy, and are likely to bear a plenty of honorable scars to your grave. I know many young

men that have taken scalps who cannot show such a mark as this. Go! " having bound up the arm; "you will

be a chief!"

The lad departed, prouder of his flowing blood than the vainest courtier could be of his blushing ribbon; and

stalked among the fellows of his age, an object of general admiration and envy.

But, in a moment of so many serious and important duties, this single act of juvenile fortitude did not attract

the general notice and commendation it would have received under milder auspices. It had, however, served

to apprise the Delawares of the position and the intentions of their enemies. Accordingly a party of

adventurers, better suited to the task than the weak though spirited boy, was ordered to dislodge the skulkers.

The duty was soon performed; for most of the Hurons retired of themselves when they found they had been

discovered. The Delawares followed to a sufficient distance from their own encampment, and then halted for

orders, apprehensive of being led into an ambush. As both parties secreted themselves, the woods were again

as still and quiet as a mild summer morning and deep solitude could render them.

The calm but still impatient Uncas now collected his chiefs, and divided his power. He presented Hawkeye as

a warrior, often tried, and always found deserving of confidence. When he found his friend met with a

favorable reception, he bestowed on him the command of twenty men, like himself, active, skillful and

resolute. He gave the Delawares to understand the rank of Heyward among the troops of the Yengeese, and

then tendered to him a trust of equal authority. But Duncan declined the charge, professing his readiness to

serve as a volunteer by the side of the scout. After this disposition, the young Mohican appointed various

native chiefs to fill the different situations of responsibility, and, the time pressing, he gave forth the word to

march. He was cheerfully, but silently obeyed by more than two hundred men.

Their entrance into the forest was perfectly unmolested; nor did they encounter any living objects that could

either give the alarm, or furnish the intelligence they needed, until they came upon the lairs of their own

scouts. Here a halt was ordered, and the chiefs were assembled to hold a "whispering council."

At this meeting divers plans of operation were suggested, though none of a character to meet the wishes of

their ardent leader. Had Uncas followed the promptings of his own inclinations, he would have led his

followers to the charge without a moment's delay, and put the conflict to the hazard of an instant issue; but

such a course would have been in opposition to all the received practises and opinions of his countrymen. He

was, therefore, fain to adopt a caution that in the present temper of his mind he execrated, and to listen to

advice at which his fiery spirit chafed, under the vivid recollection of Cora's danger and Magua's insolence.

After an unsatisfactory conference of many minutes, a solitary individual was seen advancing from the side

of the enemy, with such apparent haste, as to induce the belief he might be a messenger charged with pacific

overtures. When within a hundred yards, however, of the cover behind which the Delaware council had

assembled, the stranger hesitated, appeared uncertain what course to take, and finally halted. All eyes were

turned now on Uncas, as if seeking directions how to proceed.

"Hawkeye," said the young chief, in a low voice, "he must never speak to the Hurons again."


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"His time has come," said the laconic scout, thrusting the long barrel of his rifle through the leaves, and

taking his deliberate and fatal aim. But, instead of pulling the trigger, he lowered the muzzle again, and

indulged himself in a fit of his peculiar mirth. "I took the imp for a Mingo, as I'm a miserable sinner!" he

said; "but when my eye ranged along his ribs for a place to get the bullet in would you think it, UncasI

saw the musicianer's blower; and so, after all, it is the man they call Gamut, whose death can profit no one,

and whose life, if this tongue can do anything but sing, may be made serviceable to our own ends. If sounds

have not lost their virtue, I'll soon have a discourse with the honest fellow, and that in a voice he'll find more

agreeable than the speech of 'killdeer'."

So saying, Hawkeye laid aside his rifle; and, crawling through the bushes until within hearing of David, he

attempted to repeat the musical effort, which had conducted himself, with so much safety and eclat, through

the Huron encampment. The exquisite organs of Gamut could not readily be deceived (and, to say the truth, it

would have been difficult for any other than Hawkeye to produce a similar noise), and, consequently, having

once before heard the sounds, he now knew whence they proceeded. The poor fellow appeared relieved from

a state of great embarrassment; for, pursuing the direction of the voicea task that to him was not much less

arduous that it would have been to have gone up in the face of a batteryhe soon discovered the hidden

songster.

"I wonder what the Hurons will think of that!" said the scout, laughing, as he took his companion by the arm,

and urged him toward the rear. "If the knaves lie within earshot, they will say there are two noncompossers

instead of one! But here we are safe," he added, pointing to Uncas and his associates. "Now give us the

history of the Mingo inventions in natural English, and without any ups and downs of voice."

David gazed about him, at the fierce and wildlooking chiefs, in mute wonder; but assured by the presence of

faces that he knew, he soon rallied his faculties so far as to make an intelligent reply.

"The heathen are abroad in goodly numbers," said David; "and, I fear, with evil intent. There has been much

howling and ungodly revelry, together with such sounds as it is profanity to utter, in their habitations within

the past hour, so much so, in truth, that I have fled to the Delawares in search of peace."

"Your ears might not have profited much by the exchange, had you been quicker of foot," returned the scout a

little dryly. "But let that be as it may; where are the Hurons?"

"They lie hid in the forest, between this spot and their village in such force, that prudence would teach you

instantly to return."

Uncas cast a glance along the range of trees which concealed his own band and mentioned the name of:

"Magua?"

"Is among them. He brought in the maiden that had sojourned with the Delawares; and, leaving her in the

cave, has put himself, like a raging wolf, at the head of his savages. I know not what has troubled his spirit so

greatly!"

"He has left her, you say, in the cave!" interrupted Heyward; "'tis well that we know its situation! May not

something be done for her instant relief?"

Uncas looked earnestly at the scout, before he asked:

"What says Hawkeye?"


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"Give me twenty rifles, and I will turn to the right, along the stream; and, passing by the huts of the beaver,

will join the Sagamore and the colonel. You shall then hear the whoop from that quarter; with this wind one

may easily send it a mile. Then, Uncas, do you drive in the front; when they come within range of our pieces,

we will give them a blow that, I pledge the good name of an old frontiersman, shall make their line bend like

an ashen bow. After which, we will carry the village, and take the woman from the cave; when the affair may

be finished with the tribe, according to a white man's battle, by a blow and a victory; or, in the Indian fashion,

with dodge and cover. There may be no great learning, major, in this plan, but with courage and patience it

can all be done."

"I like it very much," cried Duncan, who saw that the release of Cora was the primary object in the mind of

the scout; "I like it much. Let it be instantly attempted."

After a short conference, the plan was matured, and rendered more intelligible to the several parties; the

different signals were appointed, and the chiefs separated, each to his allotted station.

CHAPTER 32

"But plagues shall spread, and funeral fires increase,

Till the great king, without a ransom paid,

To her own Chrysa send the blackeyed maid."Pope

During the time Uncas was making this disposition of his forces, the woods were as still, and, with the

exception of those who had met in council, apparently as much untenanted as when they came fresh from the

hands of their Almighty Creator. The eye could range, in every direction, through the long and shadowed

vistas of the trees; but nowhere was any object to be seen that did not properly belong to the peaceful and

slumbering scenery.

Here and there a bird was heard fluttering among the branches of the beeches, and occasionally a squirrel

dropped a nut, drawing the startled looks of the party for a moment to the place; but the instant the casual

interruption ceased, the passing air was heard murmuring above their heads, along that verdant and

undulating surface of forest, which spread itself unbroken, unless by stream or lake, over such a vast region

of country. Across the tract of wilderness which lay between the Delawares and the village of their enemies,

it seemed as if the foot of man had never trodden, so breathing and deep was the silence in which it lay. But

Hawkeye, whose duty led him foremost in the adventure, knew the character of those with whom he was

about to contend too well to trust the treacherous quiet.

When he saw his little band collected, the scout threw "killdeer" into the hollow of his arm, and making a

silent signal that he would be followed, he led them many rods toward the rear, into the bed of a little brook

which they had crossed in advancing. Here he halted, and after waiting for the whole of his grave and

attentive warriors to close about him, he spoke in Delaware, demanding:

"Do any of my young men know whither this run will lead us?"

A Delaware stretched forth a hand, with the two fingers separated, and indicating the manner in which they

were joined at the root, he answered:

"Before the sun could go his own length, the little water will be in the big." Then he added, pointing in the

direction of the place he mentioned, "the two make enough for the beavers."

"I thought as much," returned the scout, glancing his eye upward at the opening in the treetops, "from the

course it takes, and the bearings of the mountains. Men, we will keep within the cover of its banks till we


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scent the Hurons."

His companions gave the usual brief exclamation of assent, but, perceiving that their leader was about to lead

the way in person, one or two made signs that all was not as it should be. Hawkeye, who comprehended their

meaning glances, turned and perceived that his party had been followed thus far by the singingmaster.

"Do you know, friend," asked the scout, gravely, and perhaps with a little of the pride of conscious deserving

in his manner, "that this is a band of rangers chosen for the most desperate service, and put under the

command of one who, though another might say it with a better face, will not be apt to leave them idle. It

may not be five, it cannot be thirty minutes, before we tread on the body of a Huron, living or dead."

"Though not admonished of your intentions in words," returned David, whose face was a little flushed, and

whose ordinarily quiet and unmeaning eyes glimmered with an expression of unusual fire, "your men have

reminded me of the children of Jacob going out to battle against the Shechemites, for wickedly aspiring to

wedlock with a woman of a race that was favored of the Lord. Now, I have journeyed far, and sojourned

much in good and evil with the maiden ye seek; and, though not a man of war, with my loins girded and my

sword sharpened, yet would I gladly strike a blow in her behalf."

The scout hesitated, as if weighing the chances of such a strange enlistment in his mind before he answered:

"You know not the use of any we'pon. You carry no rifle; and believe me, what the Mingoes take they will

freely give again."

"Though not a vaunting and bloodily disposed Goliath," returned David, drawing a sling from beneath his

parti colored and uncouth attire, "I have not forgotten the example of the Jewish boy. With this ancient

instrument of war have I practised much in my youth, and peradventure the skill has not entirely departed

from me."

"Ay!" said Hawkeye, considering the deerskin thong and apron, with a cold and discouraging eye; "the thing

might do its work among arrows, or even knives; but these Mengwe have been furnished by the Frenchers

with a good grooved barrel a man. However, it seems to be your gift to go unharmed amid fire; and as you

have hitherto been favoredmajor, you have left your rifle at a cock; a single shot before the time would be

just twenty scalps lost to no purpose singer, you can follow; we may find use for you in the shoutings."

"I thank you, friend," returned David, supplying himself, like his royal namesake, from among the pebbles of

the brook; "though not given to the desire to kill, had you sent me away my spirit would have been troubled."

"Remember," added the scout, tapping his own head significantly on that spot where Gamut was yet sore,

"we come to fight, and not to musickate. Until the general whoop is given, nothing speaks but the rifle."

David nodded, as much to signify his acquiescence with the terms; and then Hawkeye, casting another

observant glance over this followers made the signal to proceed.

Their route lay, for the distance of a mile, along the bed of the watercourse. Though protected from any

great danger of observation by the precipitous banks, and the thick shrubbery which skirted the stream, no

precaution known to an Indian attack was neglected. A warrior rather crawled than walked on each flank so

as to catch occasional glimpses into the forest; and every few minutes the band came to a halt, and listened

for hostile sounds, with an acuteness of organs that would be scarcely conceivable to a man in a less natural

state. Their march was, however, unmolested, and they reached the point where the lesser stream was lost in

the greater, without the smallest evidence that their progress had been noted. Here the scout again halted, to

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"We are likely to have a good day for a fight," he said, in English, addressing Heyward, and glancing his eyes

upward at the clouds, which began to move in broad sheets across the firmament; "a bright sun and a

glittering barrel are no friends to true sight. Everything is favorable; they have the wind, which will bring

down their noises and their smoke, too, no little matter in itself; whereas, with us it will be first a shot, and

then a clear view. But here is an end to our cover; the beavers have had the range of this stream for hundreds

of years, and what atween their food and their dams, there is, as you see, many a girdled stub, but few living

trees."

Hawkeye had, in truth, in these few words, given no bad description of the prospect that now lay in their

front. The brook was irregular in its width, sometimes shooting through narrow fissures in the rocks, and at

others spreading over acres of bottom land, forming little areas that might be termed ponds. Everywhere

along its bands were the moldering relics of dead trees, in all the stages of decay, from those that groaned on

their tottering trunks to such as had recently been robbed of those rugged coats that so mysteriously contain

their principle of life. A few long, low, and mosscovered piles were scattered among them, like the

memorials of a former and longdeparted generation.

All these minute particulars were noted by the scout, with a gravity and interest that they probably had never

before attracted. He knew that the Huron encampment lay a short half mile up the brook; and, with the

characteristic anxiety of one who dreaded a hidden danger, he was greatly troubled at not finding the smallest

trace of the presence of his enemy. Once or twice he felt induced to give the order for a rush, and to attempt

the village by surprise; but his experience quickly admonished him of the danger of so useless an experiment.

Then he listened intently, and with painful uncertainty, for the sounds of hostility in the quarter where Uncas

was left; but nothing was audible except the sighing of the wind, that began to sweep over the bosom of the

forest in gusts which threatened a tempest. At length, yielding rather to his unusual impatience than taking

counsel from his knowledge, he determined to bring matters to an issue, by unmasking his force, and

proceeding cautiously, but steadily, up the stream.

The scout had stood, while making his observations, sheltered by a brake, and his companions still lay in the

bed of the ravine, through which the smaller stream debouched; but on hearing his low, though intelligible,

signal the whole party stole up the bank, like so many dark specters, and silently arranged themselves around

him. Pointing in the direction he wished to proceed, Hawkeye advanced, the band breaking off in single files,

and following so accurately in his footsteps, as to leave it, if we except Heyward and David, the trail of but a

single man.

The party was, however, scarcely uncovered before a volley from a dozen rifles was heard in their rear; and a

Delaware leaping high in to the air, like a wounded deer, fell at his whole length, dead.

"Ah, I feared some deviltry like this!" exclaimed the scout, in English, adding, with the quickness of thought,

in his adopted tongue: "To cover, men, and charge!"

The band dispersed at the word, and before Heyward had well recovered from his surprise, he found himself

standing alone with David. Luckily the Hurons had already fallen back, and he was safe from their fire. But

this state of things was evidently to be of short continuance; for the scout set the example of pressing on their

retreat, by discharging his rifle, and darting from tree to tree as his enemy slowly yielded ground.

It would seem that the assault had been made by a very small party of the Hurons, which, however, continued

to increase in numbers, as it retired on its friends, until the return fire was very nearly, if not quite, equal to

that maintained by the advancing Delawares. Heyward threw himself among the combatants, and imitating

the necessary caution of his companions, he made quick discharges with his own rifle. The contest now grew

warm and stationary. Few were injured, as both parties kept their bodies as much protected as possible by the

trees; never, indeed, exposing any part of their persons except in the act of taking aim. But the chances were


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gradually growing unfavorable to Hawkeye and his band. The quicksighted scout perceived his danger

without knowing how to remedy it. He saw it was more dangerous to retreat than to maintain his ground:

while he found his enemy throwing out men on his flank; which rendered the task of keeping themselves

covered so very difficult to the Delawares, as nearly to silence their fire. At this embarrassing moment, when

they began to think the whole of the hostile tribe was gradually encircling them, they heard the yell of

combatants and the rattling of arms echoing under the arches of the wood at the place where Uncas was

posted, a bottom which, in a manner, lay beneath the ground on which Hawkeye and his party were

contending.

The effects of this attack were instantaneous, and to the scout and his friends greatly relieving. It would seem

that, while his own surprise had been anticipated, and had consequently failed, the enemy, in their turn,

having been deceived in its object and in his numbers, had left too small a force to resist the impetuous onset

of the young Mohican. This fact was doubly apparent, by the rapid manner in which the battle in the forest

rolled upward toward the village, and by an instant falling off in the number of their assailants, who rushed to

assist in maintaining the front, and, as it now proved to be, the principal point of defense.

Animating his followers by his voice, and his own example, Hawkeye then gave the word to bear down upon

their foes. The charge, in that rude species of warfare, consisted merely in pushing from cover to cover,

nigher to the enemy; and in this maneuver he was instantly and successfully obeyed. The Hurons were

compelled to withdraw, and the scene of the contest rapidly changed from the more open ground, on which it

had commenced, to a spot where the assailed found a thicket to rest upon. Here the struggle was protracted,

arduous and seemingly of doubtful issue; the Delawares, though none of them fell, beginning to bleed freely,

in consequence of the disadvantage at which they were held.

In this crisis, Hawkeye found means to get behind the same tree as that which served for a cover to Heyward;

most of his own combatants being within call, a little on his right, where they maintained rapid, though

fruitless, discharges on their sheltered enemies.

"You are a young man, major," said the scout, dropping the butt of "killdeer" to the earth, and leaning on the

barrel, a little fatigued with his previous industry; "and it may be your gift to lead armies, at some future day,

ag'in these imps, the Mingoes. You may here see the philosophy of an Indian fight. It consists mainly in ready

hand, a quick eye and a good cover. Now, if you had a company of the Royal Americans here, in what

manner would you set them to work in this business?"

"The bayonet would make a road."

"Ay, there is white reason in what you say; but a man must ask himself, in this wilderness, how many lives he

can spare. Nohorse*," continued the scout, shaking his head, like one who mused; "horse, I am ashamed to

say must sooner or later decide these scrimmages. The brutes are better than men, and to horse must we come

at last. Put a shodden hoof on the moccasin of a redskin, and, if his rifle be once emptied, he will never stop

to load it again."

* The American forest admits of the passage of horses, there being little underbrush, and few tangled brakes.

The plan of Hawkeye is the one which has always proved the most successful in the battles between the

whites and the Indians. Wayne, in his celebrated campaign on the Miami, received the fire of his enemies in

line; and then causing his dragoons to wheel round his flanks, the Indians were driven from their covers

before they had time to load. One of the most conspicuous of the chiefs who fought in the battle of Miami

assured the writer, that the red men could not fight the warriors with "long knives and leather stockings";

meaning the dragoons with their sabers and boots.

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"I see no contradiction to the gifts of any man in passing his breathing spells in useful reflections," the scout

replied. "As to rush, I little relish such a measure; for a scalp or two must be thrown away in the attempt. And

yet," he added, bending his head aside, to catch the sounds of the distant combat, "if we are to be of use to

Uncas, these knaves in our front must be got rid of."

Then, turning with a prompt and decided air, he called aloud to his Indians, in their own language. His words

were answered by a shout; and, at a given signal, each warrior made a swift movement around his particular

tree. The sight of so many dark bodies, glancing before their eyes at the same instant, drew a hasty and

consequently an ineffectual fire from the Hurons. Without stopping to breathe, the Delawares leaped in long

bounds toward the wood, like so many panthers springing upon their prey. Hawkeye was in front, brandishing

his terrible rifle and animating his followers by his example. A few of the older and more cunning Hurons,

who had not been deceived by the artifice which had been practiced to draw their fire, now made a close and

deadly discharge of their pieces and justified the apprehensions of the scout by felling three of his foremost

warriors. But the shock was insufficient to repel the impetus of the charge. The Delawares broke into the

cover with the ferocity of their natures and swept away every trace of resistance by the fury of the onset.

The combat endured only for an instant, hand to hand, and then the assailed yielded ground rapidly, until they

reached the opposite margin of the thicket, where they clung to the cover, with the sort of obstinacy that is so

often witnessed in hunted brutes. At this critical moment, when the success of the struggle was again

becoming doubtful, the crack of a rifle was heard behind the Hurons, and a bullet came whizzing from among

some beaver lodges, which were situated in the clearing, in their rear, and was followed by the fierce and

appalling yell of the warwhoop.

"There speaks the Sagamore!" shouted Hawkeye, answering the cry with his own stentorian voice; "we have

them now in face and back!"

The effect on the Hurons was instantaneous. Discouraged by an assault from a quarter that left them no

opportunity for cover, the warriors uttered a common yell of disappointment, and breaking off in a body, they

spread themselves across the opening, heedless of every consideration but flight. Many fell, in making the

experiment, under the bullets and the blows of the pursuing Delawares.

We shall not pause to detail the meeting between the scout and Chingachgook, or the more touching

interview that Duncan held with Munro. A few brief and hurried words served to explain the state of things to

both parties; and then Hawkeye, pointing out the Sagamore to his band, resigned the chief authority into the

hands of the Mohican chief. Chingachgook assumed the station to which his birth and experience gave him so

distinguished a claim, with the grave dignity that always gives force to the mandates of a native warrior.

Following the footsteps of the scout, he led the party back through the thicket, his men scalping the fallen

Hurons and secreting the bodies of their own dead as they proceeded, until they gained a point where the

former was content to make a halt.

The warriors, who had breathed themselves freely in the preceding struggle, were now posted on a bit of level

ground, sprinkled with trees in sufficient numbers to conceal them. The land fell away rather precipitately in

front, and beneath their eyes stretched, for several miles, a narrow, dark, and wooded vale. It was through this

dense and dark forest that Uncas was still contending with the main body of the Hurons.

The Mohican and his friends advanced to the brow of the hill, and listened, with practised ears, to the sounds

of the combat. A few birds hovered over the leafy bosom of the valley, frightened from their secluded nests;

and here and there a light vapory cloud, which seemed already blending with the atmosphere, arose above the

trees, and indicated some spot where the struggle had been fierce and stationary.


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"The fight is coming up the ascent," said Duncan, pointing in the direction of a new explosion of firearms;

"we are too much in the center of their line to be effective."

"They will incline into the hollow, where the cover is thicker," said the scout, "and that will leave us well on

their flank. Go, Sagamore; you will hardly be in time to give the whoop, and lead on the young men. I will

fight this scrimmage with warriors of my own color. You know me, Mohican; not a Huron of them all shall

cross the swell, into your rear, without the notice of 'killdeer'."

The Indian chief paused another moment to consider the signs of the contest, which was now rolling rapidly

up the ascent, a certain evidence that the Delawares triumphed; nor did he actually quit the place until

admonished of the proximity of his friends, as well as enemies, by the bullets of the former, which began to

patter among the dried leaves on the ground, like the bits of falling hail which precede the bursting of the

tempest. Hawkeye and his three companions withdrew a few paces to a shelter, and awaited the issue with

calmness that nothing but great practise could impart in such a scene.

It was not long before the reports of the rifles began to lose the echoes of the woods, and to sound like

weapons discharged in the open air. Then a warrior appeared, here and there, driven to the skirts of the forest,

and rallying as he entered the clearing, as at the place where the final stand was to be made. These were soon

joined by others, until a long line of swarthy figures was to be seen clinging to the cover with the obstinacy of

desperation. Heyward began to grow impatient, and turned his eyes anxiously in the direction of

Chingachgook. The chief was seated on a rock, with nothing visible but his calm visage, considering the

spectacle with an eye as deliberate as if he were posted there merely to view the struggle.

"The time has come for the Delaware to strike'! said Duncan.

"Not so, not so," returned the scout; "when he scents his friends, he will let them know that he is here. See,

see; the knaves are getting in that clump of pines, like bees settling after their flight. By the Lord, a squaw

might put a bullet into the center of such a knot of dark skins!"

At that instant the whoop was given, and a dozen Hurons fell by a discharge from Chingachgook and his

band. The shout that followed was answered by a single warcry from the forest, and a yell passed through

the air that sounded as if a thousand throats were united in a common effort. The Hurons staggered, deserting

the center of their line, and Uncas issued from the forest through the opening they left, at the head of a

hundred warriors.

Waving his hands right and left, the young chief pointed out the enemy to his followers, who separated in

pursuit. The war now divided, both wings of the broken Hurons seeking protection in the woods again, hotly

pressed by the victorious warriors of the Lenape. A minute might have passed, but the sounds were already

receding in different directions, and gradually losing their distinctness beneath the echoing arches of the

woods. One little knot of Hurons, however, had disdained to seek a cover, and were retiring, like lions at bay,

slowly and sullenly up the acclivity which Chingachgook and his band had just deserted, to mingle more

closely in the fray. Magua was conspicuous in this party, both by his fierce and savage mien, and by the air of

haughty authority he yet maintained.

In his eagerness to expedite the pursuit, Uncas had left himself nearly alone; but the moment his eye caught

the figure of Le Subtil, every other consideration was forgotten. Raising his cry of battle, which recalled

some six or seven warriors, and reckless of the disparity of their numbers, he rushed upon his enemy. Le

Renard, who watched the movement, paused to receive him with secret joy. But at the moment when he

thought the rashness of his impetuous young assailant had left him at his mercy, another shout was given, and

La Longue Carabine was seen rushing to the rescue, attended by all his white associates. The Huron instantly

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There was no time for greetings or congratulations; for Uncas, though unconscious of the presence of his

friends, continued the pursuit with the velocity of the wind. In vain Hawkeye called to him to respect the

covers; the young Mohican braved the dangerous fire of his enemies, and soon compelled them to a flight as

swift as his own headlong speed. It was fortunate that the race was of short continuance, and that the white

men were much favored by their position, or the Delaware would soon have outstripped all his companions,

and fallen a victim to his own temerity. But, ere such a calamity could happen, the pursuers and pursued

entered the Wyandot village, within striking distance of each other.

Excited by the presence of their dwellings, and tired of the chase, the Hurons now made a stand, and fought

around their councillodge with the fury of despair. The onset and the issue were like the passage and

destruction of a whirlwind. The tomahawk of Uncas, the blows of Hawkeye, and even the still nervous arm of

Munro were all busy for that passing moment, and the ground was quickly strewed with their enemies. Still

Magua, though daring and much exposed, escaped from every effort against his life, with that sort of fabled

protection that was made to overlook the fortunes of favored heroes in the legends of ancient poetry. Raising

a yell that spoke volumes of anger and disappointment, the subtle chief, when he saw his comrades fallen,

darted away from the place, attended by his two only surviving friends, leaving the Delawares engaged in

stripping the dead of the bloody trophies of their victory.

But Uncas, who had vainly sought him in the melee, bounded forward in pursuit; Hawkeye, Heyward and

David still pressing on his footsteps. The utmost that the scout could effect, was to keep the muzzle of his

rifle a little in advance of his friend, to whom, however, it answered every purpose of a charmed shield. Once

Magua appeared disposed to make another and a final effort to revenge his losses; but, abandoning his

intention as soon as demonstrated, he leaped into a thicket of bushes, through which he was followed by his

enemies, and suddenly entered the mouth of the cave already known to the reader. Hawkeye, who had only

forborne to fire in tenderness to Uncas, raised a shout of success, and proclaimed aloud that now they were

certain of their game. The pursuers dashed into the long and narrow entrance, in time to catch a glimpse of

the retreating forms of the Hurons. Their passage through the natural galleries and subterraneous apartments

of the cavern was preceded by the shrieks and cries of hundreds of women and children. The place, seen by

its dim and uncertain light, appeared like the shades of the infernal regions, across which unhappy ghosts and

savage demons were flitting in multitudes.

Still Uncas kept his eye on Magua, as if life to him possessed but a single object. Heyward and the scout still

pressed on his rear, actuated, though possibly in a less degree, by a common feeling. But their way was

becoming intricate, in those dark and gloomy passages, and the glimpses of the retiring warriors less distinct

and frequent; and for a moment the trace was believed to be lost, when a white robe was seen fluttering in the

further extremity of a passage that seemed to lead up the mountain.

"'Tis Cora!" exclaimed Heyward, in a voice in which horror and delight were wildly mingled.

"Cora! Cora!" echoed Uncas, bounding forward like a deer.

"'Tis the maiden!" shouted the scout. "Courage, lady; we come! we come!"

The chase was renewed with a diligence rendered tenfold encouraging by this glimpse of the captive. But the

way was rugged, broken, and in spots nearly impassable. Uncas abandoned his rifle, and leaped forward with

headlong precipitation. Heyward rashly imitated his example, though both were, a moment afterward,

admonished of his madness by hearing the bellowing of a piece, that the Hurons found time to discharge

down the passage in the rocks, the bullet from which even gave the young Mohican a slight wound.

"We must close!" said the scout, passing his friends by a desperate leap; "the knaves will pick us all off at this

distance; and see, they hold the maiden so as the shield themselves!"


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Though his words were unheeded, or rather unheard, his example was followed by his companions, who, by

incredible exertions, got near enough to the fugitives to perceive that Cora was borne along between the two

warriors while Magua prescribed the direction and manner of their flight. At this moment the forms of all

four were strongly drawn against an opening in the sky, and they disappeared. Nearly frantic with

disappointment, Uncas and Heyward increased efforts that already seemed superhuman, and they issued from

the cavern on the side of the mountain, in time to note the route of the pursued. The course lay up the ascent,

and still continued hazardous and laborious.

Encumbered by his rifle, and, perhaps, not sustained by so deep an interest in the captive as his companions,

the scout suffered the latter to precede him a little, Uncas, in his turn, taking the lead of Heyward. In this

manner, rocks, precipices and difficulties were surmounted in an incredibly short space, that at another time,

and under other circumstances, would have been deemed almost insuperable. But the impetuous young man

were rewarded by finding that, encumbered with Cora, the Hurons were losing ground in the race.

"Stay, dog of the Wyandots!" exclaimed Uncas, shaking his bright tomahawk at Magua; "a Delaware girl

calls stay!"

"I will go no further!" cried Cora, stopping unexpectedly on a ledge of rock, that overhung a deep precipice,

at no great distance from the summit of the mountain. "Kill me if thou wilt, detestable Huron; I will go no

further."

The supporters of the maiden raised their ready tomahawks with the impious joy that fiends are thought to

take in mischief, but Magua stayed the uplifted arms. The Huron chief, after casting the weapons he had

wrested from his companions over the rock, drew his knife, and turned to his captive, with a look in which

conflicting passions fiercely contended.

"Woman," he said, "chose; the wigwam or the knife of Le Subtil!"

Cora regarded him not, but dropping on her knees, she raised her eyes and stretched her arms toward heaven,

saying in a meek and yet confiding voice:

"I am thine; do with me as thou seest best!"

"Woman," repeated Magua, hoarsely, and endeavoring in vain to catch a glance from her serene and beaming

eye, "choose!"

But Cora neither heard nor heeded his demand. The form of the Huron trembled in every fibre, and he raised

his arm on high, but dropped it again with a bewildered air, like one who doubted. Once more he struggled

with himself and lifted the keen weapon again; but just then a piercing cry was heard above them, and Uncas

appeared, leaping frantically, from a fearful height, upon the ledge. Magua recoiled a step; and one of his

assistants, profiting by the chance, sheathed his own knife in the bosom of Cora.

The Huron sprang like a tiger on his offending and already retreating country man, but the falling form of

Uncas separated the unnatural combatants. Diverted from his object by this interruption, and maddened by

the murder he had just witnessed, Magua buried his weapon in the back of the prostrate Delaware, uttering an

unearthly shout as he committed the dastardly deed. But Uncas arose from the blow, as the wounded panther

turns upon his foe, and struck the murderer of Cora to his feet, by an effort in which the last of his failing

strength was expended. Then, with a stern and steady look, he turned to Le Subtil, and indicated by the

expression of his eye all that he would do had not the power deserted him. The latter seized the nerveless arm

of the unresisting Delaware, and passed his knife into his bosom three several times, before his victim, still

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"Mercy! mercy! Huron," cried Heyward, from above, in tones nearly choked by horror; "give mercy, and

thou shalt receive from it!"

Whirling the bloody knife up at the imploring youth, the victorious Magua uttered a cry so fierce, so wild,

and yet so joyous, that it conveyed the sounds of savage triumph to the ears of those who fought in the valley,

a thousand feet below. He was answered by a burst from the lips of the scout, whose tall person was just then

seen moving swiftly toward him, along those dangerous crags, with steps as bold and reckless as if he

possessed the power to move in air. But when the hunter reached the scene of the ruthless massacre, the ledge

was tenanted only by the dead.

His keen eye took a single look at the victims, and then shot its glances over the difficulties of the ascent in

his front. A form stood at the brow of the mountain, on the very edge of the giddy height, with uplifted arms,

in an awful attitude of menace. Without stopping to consider his person, the rifle of Hawkeye was raised; but

a rock, which fell on the head of one of the fugitives below, exposed the indignant and glowing countenance

of the honest Gamut. Then Magua issued from a crevice, and, stepping with calm indifference over the body

of the last of his associates, he leaped a wide fissure, and ascended the rocks at a point where the arm of

David could not reach him. A single bound would carry him to the brow of the precipice, and assure his

safety. Before taking the leap, however, the Huron paused, and shaking his hand at the scout, he shouted:

"The pale faces are dogs! the Delawares women! Magua leaves them on the rocks, for the crows!"

Laughing hoarsely, he made a desperate leap, and fell short of his mark, though his hands grasped a shrub on

the verge of the height. The form of Hawkeye had crouched like a beast about to take its spring, and his frame

trembled so violently with eagerness that the muzzle of the halfraised rifle played like a leaf fluttering in the

wind. Without exhausting himself with fruitless efforts, the cunning Magua suffered his body to drop to the

length of his arms, and found a fragment for his feet to rest on. Then, summoning all his powers, he renewed

the attempt, and so far succeeded as to draw his knees on the edge of the mountain. It was now, when the

body of his enemy was most collected together, that the agitated weapon of the scout was drawn to his

shoulder. The surrounding rocks themselves were not steadier than the piece became, for the single instant

that it poured out its contents. The arms of the Huron relaxed, and his body fell back a little, while his knees

still kept their position. Turning a relentless look on his enemy, he shook a hand in grim defiance. But his

hold loosened, and his dark person was seen cutting the air with its head downward, for a fleeting instant,

until it glided past the fringe of shrubbery which clung to the mountain, in its rapid flight to destruction.

CHAPTER 33

"They fought, like brave men, long and well,

They piled that ground with Moslem slain, 

They conqueredbut Bozzaris fell,

Bleeding at every vein.

His few surviving comrades saw

His smile when rang their loud hurrah,

And the red field was won;

Then saw in death his eyelids close

Calmly, as to a night's repose,

Like flowers at set of sun."Halleck

The sun found the Lenape, on the succeeding day, a nation of mourners. The sounds of the battle were over,

and they had fed fat their ancient grudge, and had avenged their recent quarrel with the Mengwe, by the

destruction of a whole community. The black and murky atmosphere that floated around the spot where the

Hurons had encamped, sufficiently announced of itself, the fate of that wandering tribe; while hundreds of


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ravens, that struggled above the summits of the mountains, or swept, in noisy flocks, across the wide ranges

of the woods, furnished a frightful direction to the scene of the combat. In short, any eye at all practised in the

signs of a frontier warfare might easily have traced all those unerring evidences of the ruthless results which

attend an Indian vengeance.

Still, the sun rose on the Lenape a nation of mourners. No shouts of success, no songs of triumph, were heard,

in rejoicings for their victory. The latest straggler had returned from his fell employment, only to strip

himself of the terrific emblems of his bloody calling, and to join in the lamentations of his countrymen, as a

stricken people. Pride and exultation were supplanted by humility, and the fiercest of human passions was

already succeeded by the most profound and unequivocal demonstrations of grief.

The lodges were deserted; but a broad belt of earnest faces encircled a spot in their vicinity, whither

everything possessing life had repaired, and where all were now collected, in deep and awful silence. Though

beings of every rank and age, of both sexes, and of all pursuits, had united to form this breathing wall of

bodies, they were influenced by a single emotion. Each eye was riveted on the center of that ring, which

contained the objects of so much and of so common an interest.

Six Delaware girls, with their long, dark, flowing tresses falling loosely across their bosoms, stood apart, and

only gave proof of their existence as they occasionally strewed sweetscented herbs and forest flowers on a

litter of fragrant plants that, under a pall of Indian robes, supported all that now remained of the ardent,

highsouled, and generous Cora. Her form was concealed in many wrappers of the same simple manufacture,

and her face was shut forever from the gaze of men. At her feet was seated the desolate Munro. His aged head

was bowed nearly to the earth, in compelled submission to the stroke of Providence; but a hidden anguish

struggled about his furrowed brow, that was only partially concealed by the careless locks of gray that had

fallen, neglected, on his temples. Gamut stood at his side, his meek head bared to the rays of the sun, while

his eyes, wandering and concerned, seemed to be equally divided between that little volume, which contained

so many quaint but holy maxims, and the being in whose behalf his soul yearned to administer consolation.

Heyward was also nigh, supporting himself against a tree, and endeavoring to keep down those sudden

risings of sorrow that it required his utmost manhood to subdue.

But sad and melancholy as this group may easily be imagined, it was far less touching than another, that

occupied the opposite space of the same area. Seated, as in life, with his form and limbs arranged in grave

and decent composure, Uncas appeared, arrayed in the most gorgeous ornaments that the wealth of the tribe

could furnish. Rich plumes nodded above his head; wampum, gorgets, bracelets, and medals, adorned his

person in profusion; though his dull eye and vacant lineaments too strongly contradicted the idle tale of pride

they would convey.

Directly in front of the corpse Chingachgook was placed, without arms, paint or adornment of any sort,

except the bright blue blazonry of his race, that was indelibly impressed on his naked bosom. During the long

period that the tribe had thus been collected, the Mohican warrior had kept a steady, anxious look on the cold

and senseless countenance of his son. So riveted and intense had been that gaze, and so changeless his

attitude, that a stranger might not have told the living from the dead, but for the occasional gleamings of a

troubled spirit, that shot athwart the dark visage of one, and the deathlike calm that had forever settled on the

lineaments of the other. The scout was hard by, leaning in a pensive posture on his own fatal and avenging

weapon; while Tamenund, supported by the elders of his nation, occupied a high place at hand, whence he

might look down on the mute and sorrowful assemblage of his people.

Just within the inner edge of the circle stood a soldier, in the military attire of a strange nation; and without it

was his warhorse, in the center of a collection of mounted domestics, seemingly in readiness to undertake

some distant journey. The vestments of the stranger announced him to be one who held a responsible

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peace frustrated by the fierce impetuosity of his allies, was content to become a silent and sad spectator of the

fruits of a contest that he had arrived too late to anticipate.

The day was drawing to the close of its first quarter, and yet had the multitude maintained its breathing

stillness since its dawn.

No sound louder than a stifled sob had been heard among them, nor had even a limb been moved throughout

that long and painful period, except to perform the simple and touching offerings that were made, from time

to time, in commemoration of the dead. The patience and forbearance of Indian fortitude could alone support

such an appearance of abstraction, as seemed now to have turned each dark and motionless figure into stone.

At length, the sage of the Delawares stretched forth an arm, and leaning on the shoulders of his attendants, he

arose with an air as feeble as if another age had already intervened between the man who had met his nation

the preceding day, and him who now tottered on his elevated stand.

"Men of the Lenape!" he said, in low, hollow tones, that sounded like a voice charged with some prophetic

mission: "the face of the Manitou is behind a cloud! His eye is turned from you; His ears are shut; His tongue

gives no answer. You see him not; yet His judgments are before you. Let your hearts be open and your spirits

tell no lie. Men of the Lenape! the face of the Manitou is behind a cloud."

As this simple and yet terrible annunciation stole on the ears of the multitude, a stillness as deep and awful

succeeded as if the venerated spirit they worshiped had uttered the words without the aid of human organs;

and even the inanimate Uncas appeared a being of life, compared with the humbled and submissive throng by

whom he was surrounded. As the immediate effect, however, gradually passed away, a low murmur of voices

commenced a sort of chant in honor of the dead. The sounds were those of females, and were thrillingly soft

and wailing. The words were connected by no regular continuation, but as one ceased another took up the

eulogy, or lamentation, whichever it might be called, and gave vent to her emotions in such language as was

suggested by her feelings and the occasion. At intervals the speaker was interrupted by general and loud

bursts of sorrow, during which the girls around the bier of Cora plucked the plants and flowers blindly from

her body, as if bewildered with grief. But, in the milder moments of their plaint, these emblems of purity and

sweetness were cast back to their places, with every sign of tenderness and regret. Though rendered less

connected by many and general interruptions and outbreakings, a translation of their language would have

contained a regular descant, which, in substance, might have proved to possess a train of consecutive ideas.

A girl, selected for the task by her rank and qualifications, commenced by modest allusions to the qualities of

the deceased warrior, embellishing her expressions with those oriental images that the Indians have probably

brought with them from the extremes of the other continent, and which form of themselves a link to connect

the ancient histories of the two worlds. She called him the "panther of his tribe"; and described him as one

whose moccasin left no trail on the dews; whose bound was like the leap of a young fawn; whose eye was

brighter than a star in the dark night; and whose voice, in battle, was loud as the thunder of the Manitou. She

reminded him of the mother who bore him, and dwelt forcibly on the happiness she must feel in possessing

such a son. She bade him tell her, when they met in the world of spirits, that the Delaware girls had shed tears

above the grave of her child, and had called her blessed.

Then, they who succeeded, changing their tones to a milder and still more tender strain, alluded, with the

delicacy and sensitiveness of women, to the stranger maiden, who had left the upper earth at a time so near

his own departure, as to render the will of the Great Spirit too manifest to be disregarded. They admonished

him to be kind to her, and to have consideration for her ignorance of those arts which were so necessary to

the comfort of a warrior like himself. They dwelled upon her matchless beauty, and on her noble resolution,

without the taint of envy, and as angels may be thought to delight in a superior excellence; adding, that these

endowments should prove more than equivalent for any little imperfection in her education.


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After which, others again, in due succession, spoke to the maiden herself, in the low, soft language of

tenderness and love. They exhorted her to be of cheerful mind, and to fear nothing for her future welfare. A

hunter would be her companion, who knew how to provide for her smallest wants; and a warrior was at her

side who was able to protect he against every danger. They promised that her path should be pleasant, and her

burden light. They cautioned her against unavailing regrets for the friends of her youth, and the scenes where

her father had dwelt; assuring her that the "blessed hunting grounds of the Lenape," contained vales as

pleasant, streams as pure; and flowers as sweet, as the "heaven of the pale faces." They advised her to be

attentive to the wants of her companion, and never to forget the distinction which the Manitou had so wisely

established between them. Then, in a wild burst of their chant they sang with united voices the temper of the

Mohican's mind. They pronounced him noble, manly and generous; all that became a warrior, and all that a

maid might love. Clothing their ideas in the most remote and subtle images, they betrayed, that, in the short

period of their intercourse, they had discovered, with the intuitive perception of their sex, the truant

disposition of his inclinations. The Delaware girls had found no favor in his eyes! He was of a race that had

once been lords on the shores of the salt lake, and his wishes had led him back to a people who dwelt about

the graves of his fathers. Why should not such a predilection be encouraged! That she was of a blood purer

and richer than the rest of her nation, any eye might have seen; that she was equal to the dangers and daring

of a life in the woods, her conduct had proved; and now, they added, the "wise one of the earth" had

transplanted her to a place where she would find congenial spirits, and might be forever happy.

Then, with another transition in voice and subject, allusions were made to the virgin who wept in the adjacent

lodge. They compared her to flakes of snow; as pure, as white, as brilliant, and as liable to melt in the fierce

heats of summer, or congeal in the frosts of winter. They doubted not that she was lovely in the eyes of the

young chief, whose skin and whose sorrow seemed so like her own; but though far from expressing such a

preference, it was evident they deemed her less excellent than the maid they mourned. Still they denied her

no need her rare charms might properly claim. Her ringlets were compared to the exuberant tendrils of the

vine, her eye to the blue vault of heavens, and the most spotless cloud, with its glowing flush of the sun, was

admitted to be less attractive than her bloom.

During these and similar songs nothing was audible but the murmurs of the music; relieved, as it was, or

rather rendered terrible, by those occasional bursts of grief which might be called its choruses. The Delawares

themselves listened like charmed men; and it was very apparent, by the variations of their speaking

countenances, how deep and true was their sympathy. Even David was not reluctant to lend his ears to the

tones of voices so sweet; and long ere the chant was ended, his gaze announced that his soul was enthralled.

The scout, to whom alone, of all the white men, the words were intelligible, suffered himself to be a little

aroused from his meditative posture, and bent his face aside, to catch their meaning, as the girls proceeded.

But when they spoke of the future prospects of Cora and Uncas, he shook his head, like one who knew the

error of their simple creed, and resuming his reclining attitude, he maintained it until the ceremony, if that

might be called a ceremony, in which feeling was so deeply imbued, was finished. Happily for the

selfcommand of both Heyward and Munro, they knew not the meaning of the wild sounds they heard.

Chingachgook was a solitary exception to the interest manifested by the native part of the audience. His look

never changed throughout the whole of the scene, nor did a muscle move in his rigid countenance, even at the

wildest or the most pathetic parts of the lamentation. The cold and senseless remains of his son was all to

him, and every other sense but that of sight seemed frozen, in order that his eyes might take their final gaze at

those lineaments he had so long loved, and which were now about to be closed forever from his view.

In this stage of the obsequies, a warrior much renowned for deed in arms, and more especially for services in

the recent combat, a man of stern and grave demeanor, advanced slowly from the crowd, and placed himself

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"Why hast thou left us, pride of the Wapanachki?" he said, addressing himself to the dull ears of Uncas, as if

the empty clay retained the faculties of the animated man; "thy time has been like that of the sun when in the

trees; they glory brighter than his light at noonday. Thou art gone, youthful warrior, but a hundred Wyandots

are clearing the briers from thy path to the world of the spirits. Who that saw thee in battle would believe that

thou couldst die? Who before thee has ever shown Uttawa the way into the fight? Thy feet were like the

wings of eagles; thine arm heavier than falling branches from the pine; and thy voice like the Manitou when

He speaks in the clouds. The tongue of Uttawa is weak," he added, looking about him with a melancholy

gaze, "and his heart exceeding heavy. Pride of the Wapanachki, why hast thou left us?"

He was succeeded by others, in due order, until most of the high and gifted men of the nation had sung or

spoken their tribute of praise over the manes of the deceased chief. When each had ended, another deep and

breathing silence reigned in all the place.

Then a low, deep sound was heard, like the suppressed accompaniment of distant music, rising just high

enough on the air to be audible, and yet so indistinctly, as to leave its character, and the place whence it

proceeded, alike matters of conjecture. It was, however, succeeded by another and another strain, each in a

higher key, until they grew on the ear, first in long drawn and often repeated interjections, and finally in

words. The lips of Chingachgook had so far parted, as to announce that it was the monody of the father.

Though not an eye was turned toward him nor the smallest sign of impatience exhibited, it was apparent, by

the manner in which the multitude elevated their heads to listen, that they drank in the sounds with an

intenseness of attention, that none but Tamenund himself had ever before commanded. But they listened in

vain. The strains rose just so loud as to become intelligible, and then grew fainter and more trembling, until

they finally sank on the ear, as if borne away by a passing breath of wind. The lips of the Sagamore closed,

and he remained silent in his seat, looking with his riveted eye and motionless form, like some creature that

had been turned from the Almighty hand with the form but without the spirit of a man. The Delawares who

knew by these symptoms that the mind of their friend was not prepared for so mighty an effort of fortitude,

relaxed in their attention; and, with an innate delicacy, seemed to bestow all their thoughts on the obsequies

of the stranger maiden.

A signal was given, by one of the elder chiefs, to the women who crowded that part of the circle near which

the body of Cora lay. Obedient to the sign, the girls raised the bier to the elevation of their heads, and

advanced with slow and regulated steps, chanting, as they proceeded, another wailing song in praise of the

deceased. Gamut, who had been a close observer of rites he deemed so heathenish, now bent his head over

the shoulder of the unconscious father, whispering:

"They move with the remains of thy child; shall we not follow, and see them interred with Christian burial?"

Munro started, as if the last trumpet had sounded in his ear, and bestowing one anxious and hurried glance

around him, he arose and followed in the simple train, with the mien of a soldier, but bearing the full burden

of a parent's suffering. His friends pressed around him with a sorrow that was too strong to be termed

sympathyeven the young Frenchman joining in the procession, with the air of a man who was sensibly

touched at the early and melancholy fate of one so lovely. But when the last and humblest female of the tribe

had joined in the wild and yet ordered array, the men of the Lenape contracted their circle, and formed again

around the person of Uncas, as silent, as grave, and as motionless as before.

The place which had been chosen for the grave of Cora was a little knoll, where a cluster of young and

healthful pines had taken root, forming of themselves a melancholy and appropriate shade over the spot. On

reaching it the girls deposited their burden, and continued for many minutes waiting, with characteristic

patience, and native timidity, for some evidence that they whose feelings were most concerned were content

with the arrangement. At length the scout, who alone understood their habits, said, in their own language:


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"My daughters have done well; the white men thank them."

Satisfied with this testimony in their favor, the girls proceeded to deposit the body in a shell, ingeniously, and

not inelegantly, fabricated of the bark of the birch; after which they lowered it into its dark and final abode.

The ceremony of covering the remains, and concealing the marks of the fresh earth, by leaves and other

natural and customary objects, was conducted with the same simple and silent forms. But when the labors of

the kind beings who had performed these sad and friendly offices were so far completed, they hesitated, in a

way to show that they knew not how much further they might proceed. It was in this stage of the rites that the

scout again addressed them:

"My young women have done enough," he said: "the spirit of the pale face has no need of food or raiment,

their gifts being according to the heaven of their color. I see," he added, glancing an eye at David, who was

preparing his book in a manner that indicated an intention to lead the way in sacred song, "that one who

better knows the Christian fashions is about to speak."

The females stood modestly aside, and, from having been the principal actors in the scene, they now became

the meek and attentive observers of that which followed. During the time David occupied in pouring out the

pious feelings of his spirit in this manner, not a sign of surprise, nor a look of impatience, escaped them. They

listened like those who knew the meaning of the strange words, and appeared as if they felt the mingled

emotions of sorrow, hope, and resignation, they were intended to convey.

Excited by the scene he had just witnessed, and perhaps influenced by his own secret emotions, the master of

song exceeded his usual efforts. His full rich voice was not found to suffer by a comparison with the soft

tones of the girls; and his more modulated strains possessed, at least for the ears of those to whom they were

peculiarly addressed, the additional power of intelligence. He ended the anthem, as he had commenced it, in

the midst of a grave and solemn stillness.

When, however, the closing cadence had fallen on the ears of his auditors, the secret, timorous glances of the

eyes, and the general and yet subdued movement of the assemblage, betrayed that something was expected

from the father of the deceased. Munro seemed sensible that the time was come for him to exert what is,

perhaps, the greatest effort of which human nature is capable. He bared his gray locks, and looked around the

timid and quiet throng by which he was encircled, with a firm and collected countenance. Then, motioning

with his hand for the scout to listen, he said:

"Say to these kind and gentle females, that a heartbroken and failing man returns them his thanks. Tell them,

that the Being we all worship, under different names, will be mindful of their charity; and that the time shall

not be distant when we may assemble around His throne without distinction of sex, or rank, or color."

The scout listened to the tremulous voice in which the veteran delivered these words, and shook his head

slowly when they were ended, as one who doubted their efficacy.

"To tell them this," he said, "would be to tell them that the snows come not in the winter, or that the sun

shines fiercest when the trees are stripped of their leaves."

Then turning to the women, he made such a communication of the other's gratitude as he deemed most suited

to the capacities of his listeners. The head of Munro had already sunk upon his chest, and he was again fast

relapsing into melancholy, when the young Frenchman before named ventured to touch him lightly on the

elbow. As soon as he had gained the attention of the mourning old man, he pointed toward a group of young

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"I understand you, sir," returned Munro, with a voice of forced firmness; "I understand you. It is the will of

Heaven, and I submit. Cora, my child! if the prayers of a heartbroken father could avail thee now, how

blessed shouldst thou be! Come, gentlemen," he added, looking about him with an air of lofty composure,

though the anguish that quivered in his faded countenance was far too powerful to be concealed, "our duty

here is ended; let us depart."

Heyward gladly obeyed a summons that took them from a spot where, each instant, he felt his selfcontrol

was about to desert him. While his companions were mounting, however, he found time to press the hand of

the scout, and to repeat the terms of an engagement they had made to meet again within the posts of the

British army. Then, gladly throwing himself into the saddle, he spurred his charger to the side of the litter,

whence law and stifled sobs alone announced the presence of Alice. In this manner, the head of Munro again

drooping on his bosom, with Heyward and David following in sorrowing silence, and attended by the aid of

Montcalm with his guard, all the white men, with the exception of Hawkeye, passed from before the eyes of

the Delawares, and were buried in the vast forests of that region.

But the tie which, through their common calamity, had united the feelings of these simple dwellers in the

woods with the strangers who had thus transiently visited them, was not so easily broken. Years passed away

before the traditionary tale of the white maiden, and of the young warrior of the Mohicans ceased to beguile

the long nights and tedious marches, or to animate their youthful and brave with a desire for vengeance.

Neither were the secondary actors in these momentous incidents forgotten. Through the medium of the scout,

who served for years afterward as a link between them and civilized life, they learned, in answer to their

inquiries, that the "Gray Head" was speedily gathered to his fathersborne down, as was erroneously

believed, by his military misfortunes; and that the "Open Hand" had conveyed his surviving daughter far into

the settlements of the pale faces, where her tears had at last ceased to flow, and had been succeeded by the

bright smiles which were better suited to her joyous nature.

But these were events of a time later than that which concerns our tale. Deserted by all of his color, Hawkeye

returned to the spot where his sympathies led him, with a force that no ideal bond of union could destroy. He

was just in time to catch a parting look of the features of Uncas, whom the Delawares were already inclosing

in his last vestment of skins. They paused to permit the longing and lingering gaze of the sturdy woodsman,

and when it was ended, the body was enveloped, never to be unclosed again. Then came a procession like the

other, and the whole nation was collected about the temporary grave of the chief temporary, because it was

proper that, at some future day, his bones should rest among those of this own people.

The movement, like the feeling, had been simultaneous and general. The same grave expression of grief, the

same rigid silence, and the same deference to the principal mourner, were observed around the place of

interment as have been already described. The body was deposited in an attitude of repose, facing the rising

sun, with the implements of war and of the chase at hand, in readiness for the final journey. An opening was

left in the shell, by which it was protected from the soil, for the spirit to communicate with its earthly

tenement, when necessary; and the whole was concealed from the instinct, and protected from the ravages of

the beasts of prey, with an ingenuity peculiar to the natives. The manual rites then ceased and all present

reverted to the more spiritual part of the ceremonies.

Chingachgook became once more the object of the common attention. He had not yet spoken, and something

consolatory and instructive was expected from so renowned a chief on an occasion of such interest.

Conscious of the wishes of the people, the stern and selfrestrained warrior raised his face, which had latterly

been buried in his robe, and looked about him with a steady eye. His firmly compressed and expressive lips

then severed, and for the first time during the long ceremonies his voice was distinctly audible. "Why do my

brothers mourn?" he said, regarding the dark race of dejected warriors by whom he was environed; "why do

my daughters weep? that a young man has gone to the happy huntinggrounds; that a chief has filled his time

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warrior, and He has called him away. As for me, the son and the father of Uncas, I am a blazed pine, in a

clearing of the pale faces. My race has gone from the shores of the salt lake and the hills of the Delawares.

But who can say that the serpent of his tribe has forgotten his wisdom? I am alone"

"No, no," cried Hawkeye, who had been gazing with a yearning look at the rigid features of his friend, with

something like his own selfcommand, but whose philosophy could endure no longer; "no, Sagamore, not

alone. The gifts of our colors may be different, but God has so placed us as to journey in the same path. I

have no kin, and I may also say, like you, no people. He was your son, and a redskin by nature; and it may

be that your blood was nearerbut, if ever I forget the lad who has so often fou't at my side in war, and slept

at my side in peace, may He who made us all, whatever may be our color or our gifts, forget me! The boy has

left us for a time; but, Sagamore, you are not alone."

Chingachgook grasped the hand that, in the warmth of feeling, the scout had stretched across the fresh earth,

and in an attitude of friendship these two sturdy and intrepid woodsmen bowed their heads together, while

scalding tears fell to their feet, watering the grave of Uncas like drops of falling rain.

In the midst of the awful stillness with which such a burst of feeling, coming as it did, from the two most

renowned warriors of that region, was received, Tamenund lifted his voice to disperse the multitude.

"It is enough," he said. "Go, children of the Lenape, the anger of the Manitou is not done. Why should

Tamenund stay? The pale faces are masters of the earth, and the time of the red men has not yet come again.

My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of Unamis happy and strong; and yet, before the

night has come, have I lived to see the last warrior of the wise race of the Mohicans."


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