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The punctuation and spelling from the original text have been faithfullypreserved. Only obvious typographical errors have been corrected. 

 _The_ LAST _of the_ MOHICANS

 A NARRATIVE OF 1757

 [Illustration]

 _by_ JAMES FENIMORE COOPER

 _Illustrated by_ N. C. Wyeth

 "_Mislike me not for my complexion, The shadowed livery of the burnished sun. _"

 NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

 1933

 _Copyright, 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons_

ILLUSTRATIONS

 FACING PAGE

 UNCAS SLAYS A DEER 26

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

 THE BATTLE AT GLENS FALLS 66

 Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort, and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice

 THE FIGHT IN THE FOREST 114

 The battle was now entirely terminated, with the exception of the protracted struggle between Le Renard Subtil and Le Gros Serpent

 THE MEETING OF THE GENERALS 166

 As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran, and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy

 THE FLIGHT ACROSS THE LAKE 214

 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

 THE TERMAGANT 250

 Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her long skinny arm, in derision

 THE MASQUERADER 268

 The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout

 THE LOVERS 278

 Heyward and Alice took their way together towards the distant village of the Delawares

 THE SUPPLICANT 320

 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

THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS

THE LAST OF THE MOHICANS

CHAPTER I

 "Mine ear is open, and my heart prepared: The worst is worldly loss thou canst unfold: Say, is my kingdom lost?"

 SHAKESPEARE. 

It was a feature peculiar to the colonial wars of North America, thatthe toils and dangers of the wilderness were to be encountered beforethe adverse hosts could meet. A wide and apparently an imperviousboundary of forests severed the possessions of the hostile provinces ofFrance and England. The hardy colonist, and the trained European whofought at his side, frequently expended months in struggling against therapids of the streams, or in effecting the rugged passes of themountains, in quest of an opportunity to exhibit their courage in a moremartial conflict. But, emulating the patience and self-denial of thepractised native warriors, they learned to overcome every difficulty;and it would seem that, in time, there was no recess of the woods sodark, nor any secret place so lovely, that it might claim exemption fromthe inroads of those who had pledged their blood to satiate theirvengeance, or to uphold the cold and selfish policy of the distantmonarchs of Europe. 

Perhaps no district throughout the wide extent of the intermediatefrontiers can furnish a livelier picture of the cruelty and fiercenessof the savage warfare of those periods than the country which liesbetween the head waters of the Hudson and the adjacent lakes. 

The facilities which nature had there offered to the march of thecombatants were too obvious to be neglected. The lengthened sheet of theChamplain stretched from the frontiers of Canada, deep within theborders of the neighboring province of New York, forming a naturalpassage across half the distance that the French were compelled tomaster in order to strike their enemies. Near its southern termination, it received the contributions of another lake, whose waters were solimpid as to have been exclusively selected by the Jesuit missionariesto perform the typical purification of baptism, and to obtain for it thetitle of lake "du Saint Sacrement. " The less zealous English thoughtthey conferred a sufficient honor on its unsullied fountains, when theybestowed the name of their reigning prince, the second of the house ofHanover. The two united to rob the untutored possessors of its woodedscenery of their native right to perpetuate its original appellation of"Horican. "[1]

Winding its way among countless islands, and imbedded in mountains, the"holy lake" extended a dozen leagues still farther to the south. Withthe high plain that there interposed itself to the further passage ofthe water, commenced a portage of as many miles, which conducted theadventurer to the banks of the Hudson, at a point where, with the usualobstructions of the rapids, or rifts, as they were then termed in thelanguage of the country, the river became navigable to the tide. 

While, in the pursuit of their daring plans of annoyance, the restlessenterprise of the French even attempted the distant and difficult gorgesof the Alleghany, it may easily be imagined that their proverbialacuteness would not overlook the natural advantages of the district wehave just described. It became, emphatically, the bloody arena, in whichmost of the battles for the mastery of the colonies were contested. Forts were erected at the different points that commanded the facilitiesof the route, and were taken and retaken, razed and rebuilt, as victoryalighted on the hostile banners. While the husbandman shrank back fromthe dangerous passes, within the safer boundaries of the more ancientsettlements, armies larger than those that had often disposed of thesceptres of the mother countries, were seen to bury themselves in theseforests, whence they rarely returned but in skeleton bands, that werehaggard with care, or dejected by defeat. Though the arts of peace wereunknown to this fatal region, its forests were alive with men; itsshades and glens rang with the sounds of martial music, and the echoesof its mountains threw back the laugh, or repeated the wanton cry, ofmany a gallant and reckless youth, as he hurried by them, in thenoontide of his spirits, to slumber in a long night of forgetfulness. 

It was in this scene of strife and bloodshed that the incidents we shallattempt to relate occurred, during the third year of the war whichEngland and France last waged for the possession of a country thatneither was destined to retain. 

The imbecility of her military leaders abroad, and the fatal want ofenergy in her councils at home, had lowered the character of GreatBritain from the proud elevation on which it had been placed, by thetalents and enterprise of her former warriors and statesmen. No longerdreaded by her enemies, her servants were fast losing the confidence ofself-respect. In this mortifying abasement, the colonists, thoughinnocent of her imbecility, and too humble to be the agents of herblunders, were but the natural participators. 

They had recently seen a chosen army from that country, which, reverencing as a mother, they had blindly believed invincible--an armyled by a chief who had been selected from a crowd of trained warriors, for his rare military endowments, disgracefully routed by a handful ofFrench and Indians, and only saved from annihilation by the coolness andspirit of a Virginian boy, whose riper fame has since diffused itself, with the steady influence of moral truth, to the uttermost confines ofChristendom. [2] A wide frontier had been laid naked by this unexpecteddisaster, and more substantial evils were preceded by a thousandfanciful and imaginary dangers. The alarmed colonists believed that theyells of the savages mingled with every fitful gust of wind that issuedfrom the interminable forests of the west. The terrific character oftheir merciless enemies increased immeasurably the natural horrors ofwarfare. Numberless recent massacres were still vivid in theirrecollections; nor was there any ear in the provinces so deaf as not tohave drunk in with avidity the narrative of some fearful tale ofmidnight murder, in which the natives of the forests were the principaland barbarous actors. As the credulous and excited traveller related thehazardous chances of the wilderness, the blood of the timid curdledwith terror, and mothers cast anxious glances even at those childrenwhich slumbered within the security of the largest towns. In short, themagnifying influence of fear began to set at naught the calculations ofreason, and to render those who should have remembered their manhood, the slaves of the basest of passions. Even the most confident and thestoutest hearts began to think the issue of the contest was becomingdoubtful; and that abject class was hourly increasing in numbers, whothought they foresaw all the possessions of the English crown in Americasubdued by their Christian foes, or laid waste by the inroads of theirrelentless allies. 

When, therefore, intelligence was received at the fort, which coveredthe southern termination of the portage between the Hudson and thelakes, that Montcalm had been seen moving up the Champlain, with an army"numerous as the leaves on the trees, " its truth was admitted with moreof the craven reluctance of fear than with the stern joy that a warriorshould feel, in finding an enemy within reach of his blow. The news hadbeen brought, towards the decline of a day in midsummer, by an Indianrunner, who also bore an urgent request from Munro, the commander of awork on the shore of the "holy lake, " for a speedy and powerfulreinforcement. It has already been mentioned that the distance betweenthese two posts was less than five leagues. The rude path, whichoriginally formed their line of communication, had been widened for thepassage of wagons; so that the distance which had been travelled by theson of the forest in two hours, might easily be effected by a detachmentof troops, with their necessary baggage, between the rising and settingof a summer sun. The loyal servants of the British crown had given toone of these forest fastnesses the name of William Henry, and to theother that of Fort Edward; calling each after a favorite prince of thereigning family. The veteran Scotchman just named held the first, with aregiment of regulars and a few provincials; a force really by far toosmall to make head against the formidable power that Montcalm wasleading to the foot of his earthen mounds. At the latter, however, layGeneral Webb, who commanded the armies of the king in the northernprovinces, with a body of more than five thousand men. By uniting theseveral detachments of his command, this officer might have arrayednearly double that number of combatants against the enterprisingFrenchman, who had ventured so far from his reinforcements, with an armybut little superior in numbers. 

But under the influence of their degraded fortunes, both officers andmen appeared better disposed to await the approach of their formidableantagonists, within their works, than to resist the progress of theirmarch, by emulating the successful example of the French at Fort duQuesne, and striking a blow on their advance. 

After the first surprise of the intelligence had a little abated, arumor was spread through the entrenched camp, which stretched along themargin of the Hudson, forming a chain of outworks to the body of thefort itself, that a chosen detachment of fifteen hundred men was todepart, with the dawn, for William Henry, the post at the northernextremity of the portage. That which at first was only rumor, soonbecame certainty, as orders passed from the quarters of thecommander-in-chief to the several corps he had selected for thisservice, to prepare for their speedy departure. All doubt as to theintention of Webb now vanished, and an hour or two of hurried footstepsand anxious faces succeeded. The novice in the military art flew frompoint to point, retarding his own preparations by the excess of hisviolent and somewhat distempered zeal; while the more practised veteranmade his arrangements with a deliberation that scorned every appearanceof haste; though his sober lineaments and anxious eye sufficientlybetrayed that he had no very strong professional relish for the as yetuntried and dreaded warfare of the wilderness. At length the sun set ina flood of glory, behind the distant western hills, and as darkness drewits 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 ripplingstream, and a silence soon pervaded the camp, as deep as that whichreigned in the vast forest by which it was environed. 

According to the orders of the preceding night, the heavy sleep of thearmy was broken by the rolling of the warning drums, whose rattlingechoes were heard issuing, on the damp morning air, out of every vistaof the woods, just as day began to draw the shaggy outlines of some tallpines of the vicinity, on the opening brightness of a soft and cloudlesseastern sky. In an instant the whole camp was in motion; the meanestsoldier arousing from his lair to witness the departure of hiscomrades, and to share in the excitement and incidents of the hour. Thesimple array of the chosen band was soon completed. While the regularand trained hirelings of the king marched with haughtiness to the rightof the line, the less pretending colonists took their humbler positionon its left, with a docility that long practice had rendered easy. Thescouts departed; strong guards preceded and followed the lumberingvehicles that bore the baggage; and before the gray light of the morningwas mellowed by the rays of the sun, the main body of the combatantswheeled into column, and left the encampment with a show of highmilitary bearing, that served to drown the slumbering apprehensions ofmany a novice, who was now about to make his first essay in arms. Whilein view of their admiring comrades, the same proud front and orderedarray was observed, until the notes of their fifes growing fainter indistance, the forest at length appeared to swallow up the living masswhich had slowly entered its bosom. 

The deepest sounds of the retiring and invisible column had ceased to beborne on the breeze to the listeners, and the latest straggler hadalready disappeared in pursuit; but there still remained the signs ofanother departure, before a log cabin of unusual size andaccommodations, in front of which those sentinels paced their rounds, who were known to guard the person of the English general. At this spotwere gathered some half dozen horses, caparisoned in a manner whichshowed 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 thecountry. A third wore the trappings and arms of an officer of the staff;while the rest, from the plainness of the housings, and the travellingmails with which they were encumbered, were evidently fitted for thereception of as many menials, who were, seemingly, already awaiting thepleasure of those they served. At a respectful distance from thisunusual show were gathered divers groups of curious idlers; someadmiring the blood and bone of the high-mettled military charger, andothers gazing at the preparations, with dull wonder of vulgar curiosity. There was one man, however, who, by his countenance and actions, formeda 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, withoutbeing in any particular manner deformed. He had all the bones and jointsof other men, without any of their proportions. Erect, his staturesurpassed that of his fellows; seated, he appeared reduced within theordinary limits of the race. The same contrariety in his members seemedto exist throughout the whole man. His head was large; his shouldersnarrow; his arms long and dangling; while his hands were small, if notdelicate. His legs and thighs were thin, nearly to emaciation, but ofextraordinary length; and his knees would have been consideredtremendous, had they not been outdone by the broader foundations onwhich this false superstructure of the blended human orders was soprofanely reared. The ill-assorted and injudicious attire of theindividual only served to render his awkwardness more conspicuous. Asky-blue coat, with short and broad skirts and low cape, exposed a longthin neck, and longer and thinner legs, to the worst animadversions ofthe evil disposed. His nether garment was of yellow nankeen, closelyfitted to the shape, and tied at his bunches of knees by large knots ofwhite ribbon, a good deal sullied by use. Clouded cotton stockings, andshoes, on one of the latter of which was a plated spur, completed thecostume of the lower extremity of this figure, no curve or angle ofwhich was concealed, but, on the other hand, studiously exhibited, through the vanity or simplicity of its owner. From beneath the flap ofan enormous pocket of a soiled vest of embossed silk, heavily ornamentedwith tarnished silver lace, projected an instrument, which, from beingseen in such martial company, might have been easily mistaken for somemischievous and unknown implement of war. Small as it was, this uncommonengine had excited the curiosity of most of the Europeans in the camp, though several of the provincials were seen to handle it, not onlywithout fear, but with the utmost familiarity. A large, civil cockedhat, like those worn by clergymen within the last thirty years, surmounted the whole, furnishing dignity to a good-natured and somewhatvacant countenance, that apparently needed such artificial aid, tosupport 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 in the centre of the domestics, freely expressing his censures or commendations on the merits of thehorses, as by chance they displeased or satisfied his judgment. 

"This beast, I rather conclude, friend, is not of home raising, but isfrom foreign lands, or perhaps from the little island itself over theblue water?" he said, in a voice as remarkable for the softness andsweetness of its tones, as was his person for its rare proportions: "Imay speak of these things, and be no braggart; for I have been down atboth havens; that which is situate at the mouth of Thames, and is namedafter the capital of Old England, and that which is called 'Haven, ' withthe addition of the word 'New'; and have seen the snows and brigantinescollecting their droves, like the gathering to the ark, being outwardbound to the Island of Jamaica, for the purpose of barter and traffic infour-footed animals; but never before have I beheld a beast whichverified the true Scripture war-horse like this: 'He paweth in thevalley, and rejoiceth in his strength: he goeth on to meet the armedmen. He saith among the trumpets, Ha, ha; and he smelleth the battleafar off, the thunder of the captains, and the shouting. ' It would seemthat the stock of the horse of Israel has descended to our own time;would it not, friend?"

Receiving no reply to this extraordinary appeal, which in truth, as itwas delivered with the vigor of full and sonorous tones, merited somesort of notice, he who had thus sung forth the language of the Holy Bookturned to the silent figure to whom he had unwittingly addressedhimself, and found a new and more powerful subject of admiration in theobject that encountered his gaze. His eyes fell on the still, upright, and rigid form of the "Indian runner, " who had borne to the camp theunwelcome tidings of the preceding evening. Although in a state ofperfect repose, and apparently disregarding, with characteristicstoicism, the excitement and bustle around him, there was a sullenfierceness mingled with the quiet of the savage, that was likely toarrest the attention of much more experienced eyes than those which nowscanned him, in unconcealed amazement. The native bore both the tomahawkand knife of his tribe; and yet his appearance was not altogether thatof a warrior. On the contrary, there was an air of neglect about hisperson, like that which might have proceeded from great and recentexertion, which he had not yet found leisure to repair. The colors ofthe war-paint had blended in dark confusion about his fiercecountenance, and rendered his swarthy lineaments still more savage andrepulsive than if art had attempted an effect which had been thusproduced by chance. His eye, alone, which glistened like a fiery staramid lowering clouds, was to be seen in its state of native wildness. For a single instant, his searching and yet wary glance met thewondering look of the other, and then changing its direction, partly incunning, and partly in disdain, it remained fixed, as if penetrating thedistant air. 

It is impossible to say what unlooked-for remark this short and silentcommunication, between two such singular men, might have elicited fromthe white man, had not his active curiosity been again drawn to otherobjects. A general movement among the domestics, and a low sound ofgentle voices, announced the approach of those whose presence alone waswanted to enable the cavalcade to move. The simple admirer of thewar-horse instantly fell back to a low, gaunt, switch-tailed mare, thatwas unconsciously gleaning the faded herbage of the camp nigh by; where, leaning with one elbow on the blanket that concealed an apology for asaddle, he became a spectator of the departure, while a foal was quietlymaking its morning repast, on the opposite side of the same animal. 

A young man, in the dress of an officer, conducted to their steeds twofemales, who, as it was apparent by their dresses, were prepared toencounter the fatigues of a journey in the woods. One, and she was themost juvenile in her appearance, though both were young, permittedglimpses of her dazzling complexion, fair golden hair, and bright blueeyes, to be caught, as she artlessly suffered the morning air to blowaside the green veil which descended low from her beaver. The flushwhich still lingered above the pines in the western sky was not morebright nor delicate than the bloom on her cheek; nor was the opening daymore cheering than the animated smile which she bestowed on the youth, as he assisted her into the saddle. The other, who appeared to shareequally in the attentions of the young officer, concealed her charmsfrom the gaze of the soldiery, with a care that seemed better fitted tothe experience of four or five additional years. It could be seen, however, that her person, though moulded with the same exquisiteproportions, of which none of the graces were lost by the travellingdress she wore, was rather fuller and more mature than that of hercompanion. 

No sooner were these females seated, than their attendant sprang lightlyinto the saddle of the war-horse, 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, towards the northern entrance of theencampment. As they traversed that short distance, not a voice washeard amongst them; but a slight exclamation proceeded from the youngerof the females, as the Indian runner glided by her, unexpectedly, andled the way along the military road in her front. Though this sudden andstartling movement of the Indian produced no sound from the other, inthe surprise her veil also was allowed to open its folds, and betrayedan indescribable look of pity, admiration, and horror, as her dark eyefollowed the easy motions of the savage. The tresses of this lady wereshining and black, like the plumage of the raven. Her complexion was notbrown, but it rather appeared charged with the color of the rich blood, that seemed ready to burst its bounds. And yet there was neithercoarseness nor want of shadowing in a countenance that was exquisitelyregular and dignified, and surpassingly beautiful. She smiled, as if inpity at her own momentary forgetfulness, discovering by the act a row ofteeth that would have shamed the purest ivory; when, replacing the veil, she bowed her face, and rode in silence, like one whose thoughts wereabstracted from the scene around her. 

CHAPTER II. 

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

 SHAKESPEARE. 

While one of the lovely beings we have so cursorily presented to thereader was thus lost in thought, the other quickly recovered from thealarm which induced the exclamation, and, laughing at her own weakness, she inquired of the youth who rode by her side, --

"Are such spectres frequent in the woods, Heyward; or is this sight anespecial entertainment on our behalf? If the latter, gratitude mustclose our mouths; but if the former, both Cora and I shall have need todraw largely on that stock of hereditary courage which we boast, evenbefore we are made to encounter the redoubtable Montcalm. "

"Yon Indian is a 'runner' of the army; and, after the fashion of hispeople, he may be accounted a hero, " returned the officer. "He hasvolunteered to guide us to the lake, by a path but little known, soonerthan if we followed the tardy movements of the column: and, byconsequence, more agreeably. "

"I like him not, " said the lady, shuddering, partly in assumed, yet morein real terror. "You know him, Duncan, or you would not trust yourselfso freely to his keeping?"

"Say, rather, Alice, that I would not trust you. I do know him, or hewould not have my confidence, and least of all at this moment. He issaid to be a Canadian, too; and yet he served with our friends theMohawks, who, as you know, are one of the six allied nations. [3] He wasbrought among us, as I have heard, by some strange accident in whichyour father was interested, and in which the savage was rigidly dealtby--but I forget the idle tale; it is enough, that he is now ourfriend. "

"If he has been my father's enemy, I like him still less!" exclaimed thenow really anxious girl. "Will you not speak to him, Major Heyward, thatI may hear his tones? Foolish though it may be, you have often heard meavow 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 beignorant of the English; and least of all will he condescend to speakit, now that war demands the utmost exercise of his dignity. But hestops; the private path by which we are to journey is, doubtless, athand. "

The conjecture of Major Heyward was true. When they reached the spotwhere the Indian stood, pointing into the thicket that fringed themilitary road, a narrow and blind path, which might, with some littleinconvenience, 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 toapprehend. "

"Cora, what think you?" asked the reluctant fair one. "If we journeywith the troops, though we may find their presence irksome, shall we notfeel better assurance of our safety?"

"Being little accustomed to the practices of the savages, Alice, youmistake the place of real danger, " said Heyward. "If enemies havereached the portage at all, a thing by no means probable, as our scoutsare abroad, they will surely be found skirting the column where scalpsabound 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, andthat his skin is dark?" coldly asked Cora. 

Alice hesitated no longer; but giving her Narragansett[4] a smart cutof the whip, she was the first to dash aside the slight branches of thebushes, and to follow the runner along the dark and tangled pathway. Theyoung man regarded the last speaker in open admiration, and evenpermitted her fairer though certainly not more beautiful companion toproceed unattended, while he sedulously opened the way himself for thepassage of her who has been called Cora. It would seem that thedomestics had been previously instructed; for, instead of penetratingthe thicket, they followed the route of the column; a measure whichHeyward stated had been dictated by the sagacity of their guide, inorder to diminish the marks of their trail, if, haply, the Canadiansavages should be lurking so far in advance of their army. For manyminutes the intricacy of the route admitted of no further dialogue;after which they emerged from the broad border of underbrush which grewalong the line of the highway, and entered under the high but darkarches of the forest. Here their progress was less interrupted, and theinstant the guide perceived that the females could command their steeds, he moved on, at a pace between a trot and a walk, and at a rate whichkept the sure-footed and peculiar animals they rode, at a fast yet easyamble. The youth had turned to speak to the dark-eyed Cora, when thedistant sound of horses' hoofs, clattering over the roots of the brokenway in his rear, caused him to check his charger; and, as his companionsdrew their reins at the same instant, the whole party came to a halt, inorder to obtain an explanation of the unlooked-for interruption. 

In a few moments a colt was seen gliding, like a fallow-deer, among thestraight trunks of the pines; and, in another instant, the person of theungainly man described in the preceding chapter, came into view, with asmuch rapidity as he could excite his meagre beast to endure withoutcoming to an open rupture. Until now this personage had escaped theobservation of the travellers. If he possessed the power to arrest anywandering eye when exhibiting the glories of his altitude on foot, hisequestrian graces were still more likely to attract attention. Notwithstanding a constant application of his one armed heel to theflanks of the mare, the most confirmed gait that he could establish wasa Canterbury gallop with the hind legs, in which those more forwardassisted for doubtful moments, though generally content to maintain aloping trot. Perhaps the rapidity of the changes from one of these pacesto the other created an optical illusion, which might thus magnify thepowers of the beast; for it is certain that Heyward, who possessed atrue eye for the merits of a horse, was unable, with his utmostingenuity, to decide by what sort of movement his pursuer worked hissinuous way on his footsteps with such persevering hardihood. 

The industry and movements of the rider were not less remarkable thanthose of the ridden. At each change in the evolutions of the latter, theformer raised his tall person in the stirrups; producing, in thismanner, by the undue elongation of his legs, such sudden growths anddiminishings of the stature, as baffled every conjecture that might bemade as to his dimensions. If to this be added the fact that, inconsequence of the ex parte application of the spur, one side of themare appeared to journey faster than the other; and that the aggrievedflank 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 browof Heyward, gradually relaxed, and his lips curled into a slight smile, as he regarded the stranger. Alice made no very powerful effort tocontrol her merriment; and even the dark, thoughtful eye of Cora lightedwith a humor that, it would seem, the habit, rather than the nature ofits mistress repressed. 

"Seek you any here?" demanded Heyward, when the other had arrivedsufficiently nigh to abate his speed; "I trust you are no messenger ofevil tidings?"

"Even so, " replied the stranger, making diligent use of his triangularcastor, to produce a circulation in the close air of the woods, andleaving his hearers in doubt to which of the young man's questions heresponded; when, however, he had cooled his face, and recovered hisbreath, he continued, "I hear you are riding to William Henry; as I amjourneying thitherward myself, I concluded good company would seemconsistent to the wishes of both parties. "

"You appear to possess the privilege of a casting vote, " returnedHeyward; "we are three, whilst you have consulted no one but yourself. "

"Even so. The first point to be obtained is to know one's own mind. Oncesure of that, and where women are concerned, it is not easy, the nextis, to act up to the decision. I have endeavored to do both, and here Iam. "

"If you journey to the lake, you have mistaken your route, " saidHeyward, haughtily; "the highway thither is at least half a mile behindyou. "

"Even so, " returned the stranger, nothing daunted by this coldreception; "I have tarried at 'Edward' a week, and I should be dumb notto have inquired the road I was to journey; and if dumb there would bean end to my calling. " After simpering in a small way, like one whosemodesty prohibited a more open expression of his admiration of awitticism that was perfectly unintelligible to his hearers, hecontinued: "It is not prudent for any one of my profession to be toofamiliar with those he is to instruct; for which reason I follow not theline of the army; besides which, I conclude that a gentleman of yourcharacter has the best judgment in matters of wayfaring; I havetherefore decided to join company, in order that the ride may be madeagreeable, 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 theother's face. "But you speak of instruction, and of a profession; areyou an adjunct to the provincial corps, as a master of the noble scienceof defence and offence; or, perhaps, you are one who draws lines andangles, under the pretence of expounding the mathematics?"

The stranger regarded his interrogator a moment, in wonder; and then, losing every mark of self-satisfaction in an expression of solemnhumility, he answered:--

"Of offence, I hope there is none, to either party: of defence, I makenone--by God's good mercy, having committed no palpable sin since lastentreating his pardoning grace. I understand not your allusions aboutlines and angles; and I leave expounding to those who have been calledand set apart for that holy office. I lay claim to no higher gift than asmall insight into the glorious art of petitioning and thanksgiving, aspractised in psalmody. "

"The man is, most manifestly, a disciple of Apollo, " cried the amusedAlice, "and I take him under my own especial protection. Nay, throwaside that frown, Heyward, and in pity to my longing ears, suffer him tojourney in our train. Besides, " she added, in a low and hurried voice, casting a glance at the distant Cora, who slowly followed the footstepsof their silent but sullen guide, "it may be a friend added to ourstrength, 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 ifhe 'hath music in his soul, ' let us not churlishly reject his company. "She pointed persuasively along the path with her riding-whip, whiletheir eyes met in a look which the young man lingered a moment toprolong; then yielding to her gentle influence, he clapped his spursinto 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 herhand to the stranger to proceed, as she urged her Narragansett to renewits amble. "Partial relatives have almost persuaded me that I am notentirely worthless in a duet myself; and we may enliven our wayfaring byindulging in our favorite pursuit. It might be of signal advantage toone, ignorant as I, to hear the opinions and experience of a master inthe art. "

"It is refreshing both to the spirits and to the body to indulge inpsalmody, in befitting seasons, " returned the master of song, unhesitatingly complying with her intimation to follow; "and nothingwould relieve the mind more than such a consoling communion. But fourparts are altogether necessary to the perfection of melody. You have allthe 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, mightfill the latter, if one may judge from the intonations of his voice incommon dialogue. "

"Judge not too rashly from hasty and deceptive appearances, " said thelady, smiling; "though Major Heyward can assume such deep notes onoccasion, believe me, his natural tones are better fitted for a mellowtenor than the bass you heard. "

"Is he, then, much practised in the art of psalmody?" demanded hersimple companion. 

Alice felt disposed to laugh, though she succeeded in suppressing hermerriment, ere she answered, --

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

"Man's voice is given to him, like his other talents, to be used, andnot to be abused. None can say they have ever known me neglect my gifts!I am thankful that, though my boyhood may be said to have been setapart, like the youth of the royal David, for the purposes of music, nosyllable 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 thepsalmody that has been fitted to them by the divines and sages of theland, surpass all vain poetry. Happily, I may say that I utter nothingbut the thoughts and the wishes of the King of Israel himself; forthough the times may call for some slight changes, yet does this versionwhich we use in the colonies of New England, so much exceed all otherversions, that, by its richness, its exactness, and its spiritualsimplicity, it approacheth, as near as may be, to the great work of theinspired writer. I never abide in any place, sleeping or waking, withoutan example of this gifted work. 'Tis the six-and-twentieth edition, promulgated at Boston, Anno Domini 1744; and is entitled, _The Psalms, Hymns, and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testaments; faithfullytranslated into English Metre, for the Use, Edification, and Comfort ofthe Saints, in Public and Private, especially in New England_. "

During this eulogium on the rare production of his native poets, thestranger had drawn the book from his pocket, and, fitting a pair ofiron-rimmed spectacles to his nose, opened the volume with a care andveneration suited to its sacred purposes. Then, without circumlocutionor apology, first pronouncing the word "Standish, " and placing theunknown engine, already described, to his mouth, from which he drew ahigh, shrill sound, that was followed by an octave below, from his ownvoice, he commenced singing the following words, in full, sweet, andmelodious tones, that set the music, the poetry, and even the uneasymotion 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 beard, that downward went, His garment's skirts unto. "

The delivery of these skilful rhymes was accompanied, on the part of thestranger, by a regular rise and fall of his right hand, whichterminated at the descent, by suffering the fingers to dwell a moment onthe leaves of the little volume; and on the ascent, by such a flourishof the member as none but the initiated may ever hope to imitate. Itwould seem that long practice had rendered this manual accompanimentnecessary; for it did not cease until the preposition which the poet hadselected for the close of his verse, had been duly delivered like a wordof two syllables. 

Such an innovation on the silence and retirement of the forest could notfail to enlist the ears of those who journeyed at so short a distance inadvance. The Indian muttered a few words in broken English to Heyward, who, in his turn, spoke to the stranger; at once interrupting, and, forthe time, closing his musical efforts. 

"Though we are not in danger, common prudence would teach us to journeythrough this wilderness in as quiet a manner as possible. You will, then, pardon me, Alice, should I diminish your enjoyments, by requestingthis gentleman to postpone his chant until a safer opportunity. "

"You will diminish them, indeed, " returned the arch girl, "for never didI hear a more unworthy conjunction of execution and language, than thatto which I have been listening; and I was far gone in a learned inquiryinto the causes of such an unfitness between sound and sense, when youbroke 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 thancould be any orchestra of Handel's music. " He paused and turned his headquickly towards a thicket, and then bent his eyes suspiciously on theirguide, who continued his steady pace, in undisturbed gravity. The youngman smiled to himself, for he believed he had mistaken some shiningberry of the woods for the glistening eyeballs of a prowling savage, andhe rode forward, continuing the conversation which had been interruptedby the passing thought. 

Major Heyward was mistaken only in suffering his youthful and generouspride to suppress his active watchfulness. The cavalcade had not longpassed, before the branches of the bushes that formed the thicket werecautiously moved asunder, and a human visage, as fiercely wild as savageart and unbridled passions could make it, peered out on the retiringfootsteps of the travellers. A gleam of exultation shot across thedarkly painted lineaments of the inhabitant of the forest, as he tracedthe route of his intended victims, who rode unconsciously onward; thelight and graceful forms of the females waving among the trees, in thecurvatures of their path, followed at each bend by the manly figure ofHeyward, until, finally, the shapeless person of the singing-master wasconcealed behind the numberless trunks of trees, that rose, in darklines, in the intermediate space. 

CHAPTER III. 

 "Before these fields were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers flowed; The melody of waters filled The fresh and boundless wood; And torrents dashed, and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade. "

 BRYANT. 

Leaving the unsuspecting Heyward and his confiding companions topenetrate still deeper into a forest that contained such treacherousinmates, we must use an author's privilege, and shift the scene a fewmiles 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 rapidstream, within an hour's journey of the encampment of Webb, like thosewho awaited the appearance of an absent person, or the approach of someexpected event. The vast canopy of woods spread itself to the margin ofthe river overhanging the water, and shadowing its dark current with adeeper hue. The rays of the sun were beginning to grow less fierce, andthe intense heat of the day was lessened, as the cooler vapors of thesprings and fountains rose above their leafy beds, and rested in theatmosphere. Still that breathing silence, which marks the drowsysultriness of an American landscape in July, pervaded the secluded spot, interrupted only by the low voices of the men, the occasional and lazytap of a woodpecker, the discordant cry of some gaudy jay, or a swellingon the ear, from the dull roar of a distant waterfall. 

These feeble and broken sounds were, however, too familiar to theforesters, to draw their attention from the more interesting matter oftheir dialogue. While one of these loiterers showed the red skin andwild accoutrements of a native of the woods, the other exhibited, through the mask of his rude and nearly savage equipments, the brighter, though sunburnt and long-faded complexion of one who might claim descentfrom a European parentage. The former was seated on the end of a mossylog, in a posture that permitted him to heighten the effect of hisearnest language, by the calm but expressive gestures of an Indianengaged in debate. His body, which was nearly naked, presented aterrific emblem of death, drawn in intermingled colors of white andblack. His closely shaved head, on which no other hair than the wellknown and chivalrous scalping tuft[5] was preserved, was withoutornament of any kind, with the exception of a solitary eagle's plume, that crossed his crown, and depended over the left shoulder. A tomahawkand scalping-knife, of English manufacture, were in his girdle; while ashort military rifle, of that sort with which the policy of the whitesarmed their savage allies, lay carelessly across his bare and sinewyknee. The expanded chest, full formed limbs, and grave countenance ofthis 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 frame of the white man, judging by such parts as were not concealedby his clothes, was like that of one who had known hardships andexertion from his earliest youth. His person, though muscular, wasrather attenuated than full; but every nerve and muscle appeared strungand indurated by unremitted exposure and toil. He wore a hunting-shirtof forest green, fringed with faded yellow[6], and a summer cap of skinswhich had been shorn of their fur. He also bore a knife in a girdle ofwampum, like that which confined the scanty garments of the Indian, butno tomahawk. His moccasins were ornamented after the gay fashion of thenatives, while the only part of his under-dress which appeared below thehunting-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. Apouch and horn completed his personal accoutrements, though a rifle ofgreat length[7], which the theory of the more ingenious whites hadtaught them was the most dangerous of all fire-arms, leaned against aneighboring sapling. The eye of the hunter, or scout, whichever he mightbe, was small, quick, keen, and restless, roving while he spoke, onevery side of him, as if in quest of game, or distrusting the suddenapproach of some lurking enemy. Notwithstanding the symptoms of habitualsuspicion, his countenance was not only without guile, but at the momentat which he is introduced, it was charged with an expression of sturdyhonesty. 

"Even your traditions make the case in my favor, Chingachgook, " he said, speaking in the tongue which was known to all the natives who formerlyinhabited the country between the Hudson and the Potomac, and of whichwe 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 thesetting sun, crossed the big river, [8] fought the people of the country, and took the land; and mine came from the red sky of the morning, overthe salt lake, and did their work much after the fashion that had beenset them by yours; then let God judge the matter between us, and friendsspare their words!"

"My fathers fought with the naked redmen!" returned the Indian sternly, in the same language. "Is there no difference, Hawkeye, between thestone-headed arrow of the warrior, and the leaden bullet with which youkill?"

"There is reason in an Indian, though nature has made him with a redskin!" said the white man, shaking his head like one on whom such anappeal to his justice was not thrown away. For a moment he appeared tobe conscious of having the worst of the argument, then, rallying again, he answered the objection of his antagonist in the best manner hislimited information would allow: "I am no scholar, and I care not whoknows it; but judging from what I have seen, at deer chases and squirrelhunts, of the sparks below, I should think a rifle in the hands of theirgrandfathers was not so dangerous as a hickory bow and a good flint-headmight be, if drawn with Indian judgment, and sent by an Indian eye. "

"You have the story told by your fathers, " returned the other, coldlywaving his hand. "What say your old men? do they tell the youngwarriors, that the pale-faces met the redmen, painted for war and armedwith the stone hatchet and wooden gun?"

"I am not a prejudiced man, nor one who vaunts himself on his naturalprivileges, though the worst enemy I have on earth, and he is anIroquois, daren't deny that I am genuine white, " the scout replied, surveying, with secret satisfaction, the faded color of his bony andsinewy hand; "and I am willing to own that my people have many ways, ofwhich, as an honest man, I can't approve. It is one of their customs towrite in books what they have done and seen, instead of telling them intheir villages, where the lie can be given to the face of a cowardlyboaster, and the brave soldier can call on his comrades to witness forthe truth of his words. In consequence of this bad fashion, a man who istoo conscientious to misspend his days among the women, in learning thenames of black marks, may never hear of the deeds of his fathers, norfeel a pride in striving to outdo them. For myself, I conclude theBumppos could shoot, for I have a natural turn with a rifle, which musthave been handed down from generation to generation, as, our holycommandments tell us, all good and evil gifts are bestowed; though Ishould be loth to answer for other people in such a matter. But everystory has its two sides; so I ask you, Chingachgook, what passed, according to the traditions of the redmen, 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 asolemnity that served to heighten its appearance of truth. 

"Listen, Hawkeye, and your ear shall drink no lie. 'Tis what my fathershave said, and what the Mohicans have done. " He hesitated a singleinstant, and bending a cautious glance toward his companion, hecontinued, in a manner that was divided between interrogation andassertion, "Does not this stream at our feet run towards 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 thesematters, " said the white man; "for I have been there, and have seenthem; though, why water, which is so sweet in the shade, should becomebitter in the sun, is an alteration for which I have never been able toaccount. "

"And the current!" demanded the Indian, who expected his reply with thatsort of interest that a man feels in the confirmation of testimony, atwhich he marvels even while he respects it; "the fathers of Chingachgookhave not lied!"

"The Holy Bible is not more true, and that is the truest thing innature. They call this up-stream current the tide, which is a thing soonexplained, and clear enough. Six hours the waters run in, and six hoursthey run out, and the reason is this: when there is higher water in thesea 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 untilthey lie like my hand, " said the Indian, stretching the limbhorizontally before him, "and then they run no more. "

"No honest man will deny it, " said the scout, a little nettled at theimplied distrust of his explanation of the mystery of the tides; "and Igrant 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 thesmall scale, the 'arth is level; but on the large scale it is round. Inthis manner, pools and ponds, and even the great fresh-water lake, maybe stagnant, as you and I both know they are, having seen them; but whenyou come to spread water over a great tract, like the sea, where theearth is round, how in reason can the water be quiet? You might as wellexpect the river to lie still on the brink of those black rocks a mileabove us, though your own ears tell you that it is tumbling over them atthis very moment!"

If unsatisfied by the philosophy of his companion, the Indian was fartoo dignified to betray his unbelief. He listened like one who wasconvinced, and resumed his narrative in his former solemn manner. 

"We came from the place where the sun is hid at night, over great plainswhere the buffaloes live, until we reached the big river. There wefought the Alligewi, till the ground was red with their blood. From thebanks of the big river to the shores of the salt lake, there was none tomeet us. The Maquas followed at a distance. We said the country shouldbe ours from the place where the water runs up no longer on this stream, to a river twenty suns' journey toward the summer. The land we had takenlike warriors, we kept like men. We drove the Maquas into the woods withthe bears. They only tasted salt at the licks; they drew no fish fromthe great lake; we threw them the bones. "

"All this I have heard and believe, " said the white man, observing thatthe Indian paused: "but it was long before the English came into thecountry. "

"A pine grew then where this chestnut now stands. The first pale-faceswho came among us spoke no English. They came in a large canoe, when myfathers had buried the tomahawk with the redmen around them. Then, Hawkeye, " he continued, betraying his deep emotion only by permittinghis voice to fall to those low, guttural tones, which rendered hislanguage, as spoken at times, so very musical; "then, Hawkeye, we wereone people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its fish, the woodits deer, and the air its birds. We took wives who bore us children; weworshipped the Great Spirit; and we kept the Maquas beyond the sound ofour songs of triumph!"

"Know you anything of your own family at that time?" demanded the white. "But you are a just man, for an Indian! and, as I suppose you hold theirgifts, your fathers must have been brave warriors, and wise men at thecouncil fire. "

"My tribe is the grandfather of nations, but I am an unmixed man. Theblood of chiefs is in my veins, where it must stay forever. The Dutchlanded, and gave my people the fire-water; they drank until the heavensand the earth seemed to meet, and they foolishly thought they had foundthe Great Spirit. Then they parted with their land. Foot by foot, theywere driven back from the shores, until I, that am a chief and asagamore, have never seen the sun shine but through the trees, and havenever visited the graves of, my fathers!"

"Graves bring solemn feelings over the mind, " returned the scout, a gooddeal touched at the calm suffering of his companion; "and they often aida man in his good intentions; though, for myself, I expect to leave myown bones unburied, to bleach in the woods, or to be torn asunder by thewolves. But where are to be found those of your race who came to theirkin in the Delaware country, so many summers since?"

"Where are the blossoms of those summers!--fallen, one by one: so all ofmy family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am onthe hill-top, and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas followsin my footsteps, there will no longer be any of the blood of thesagamores, 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 aninvoluntary movement of the hand towards his rifle, at this suddeninterruption; but the Indian sat composed, and without turning his headat the unexpected sounds. 

At the next instant, a youthful warrior passed between them, with anoiseless step, and seated himself on the bank of the rapid stream. Noexclamation of surprise escaped the father, nor was any question asked, or reply given, for several minutes; each appearing to await the momentwhen he might speak, without betraying womanish curiosity or childishimpatience. The white man seemed to take counsel from their customs, and, relinquishing his grasp of the rifle, he also remained silent andreserved. At length Chingachgook turned his eyes slowly towards his son, and demanded, --

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

"I have been on their trail, " replied the young Indian, "and know thatthey 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. "Thatbushy Frenchman, Montcalm, will send his spies into our very camp, buthe will know what road we travel!"

"Tis enough!" returned the father, glancing his eye towards the settingsun; "they shall be driven like deer from their bushes. Hawkeye, let useat to-night, and show the Maquas that we are men to-morrow. "

"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 getthe game--talk of the devil and he will come; there is a pair of thebiggest antlers I have seen this season, moving the bushes below thehill! Now, Uncas, " he continued in a half whisper, and laughing with akind of inward sound, like one who had learnt to be watchful, "I willbet 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 theleft. "

"It cannot be!" said the young Indian, springing to his feet withyouthful eagerness; "all but the tips of his horns are hid!"

"He's a boy!" said the white man, shaking his head while he spoke, andaddressing the father. "Does he think when a hunter sees a part of thecreatur', he can't tell where the rest of him should be!"

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

UNCAS SLAYS A DEER

_Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across the throat_]

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 piecewith his hand, saying--

"Hawkeye! will you fight the Maquas?"

"These Indians know the nature of the woods, as it might be byinstinct!" returned the scout, dropping his rifle, and turning away likea man who was convinced of his error. "I must leave the buck to yourarrow, Uncas, or we may kill a deer for them thieves, the Iroquois, toeat. "

The instant the father seconded this intimation by an expressive gestureof the hand, Uncas threw himself on the ground, and approached theanimal with wary movements. When within a few yards of the cover, hefitted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care, while the antlersmoved, as if their owner snuffed an enemy in the tainted air. In anothermoment the twang of the cord was heard, a white streak was seen glancinginto the bushes, and the wounded buck plunged from the cover, to thevery feet of his hidden enemy. Avoiding the horns of the infuriatedanimal, Uncas darted to his side, and passed his knife across thethroat, when bounding to the edge of the river it fell, dyeing thewaters with its blood. 

"'Twas done with Indian skill, " said the scout, laughing inwardly, butwith vast satisfaction; "and 'twas a pretty sight to behold! Though anarrow is a near shot, and needs a knife to finish the work. "

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

"By the Lord, there is a drove of them!" exclaimed the scout, whose eyesbegan to glisten with the ardor of his usual occupation; "if they comewithin range of a bullet I will drop one, though the whole Six Nationsshould be lurking within sound! What do you hear, Chingachgook? for tomy ears the woods are dumb. "

"There is but one deer, and he is dead, " said the Indian, bending hisbody till his ear nearly touched the earth. "I hear the sounds of feet!"

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

"No. The horses of white men are coming!" returned the other, raisinghimself with dignity, and resuming his seat on the log with his formercomposure. "Hawkeye, they are your brothers; speak to them. "

"That will I, and in English that the king needn't be ashamed toanswer, " returned the hunter, speaking in the language of which heboasted; "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 aman who, his very enemies will own, has no cross in his blood, althoughhe may have lived with the redskins long enough to be suspected! Ha!there goes something like the cracking of a dry stick, too--now I hearthe bushes move--yes, yes, there is a trampling that I mistook for thefalls--and--but here they come themselves; God keep them from theIroquois!"

CHAPTER IV. 

 "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 theparty, whose approaching footsteps had caught the vigilant ear of theIndian, came openly into view. A beaten path, such as those made by theperiodical passage of the deer, wound through a little glen at no greatdistance, and struck the river at the point where the white man and hisred companions had posted themselves. Along this track the travellers, who had produced a surprise so unusual in the depths of the forest, advanced slowly towards the hunter, who was in front of his associates, in readiness to receive them. 

"Who comes?" demanded the scout, throwing his rifle carelessly acrosshis left arm, and keeping the forefinger of his right hand on thetrigger, though he avoided all appearance of menace in the act, "Whocomes 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 risingsun, in the shades of this forest, without nourishment, and are sadlytired of their wayfaring. "

"You are, then, lost, " interrupted the hunter, "and have found howhelpless '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 themthan we who are of larger growth, and who may now be said to possess thestature without the knowledge of men. Know you the distance to a post ofthe 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 atless risk of being overheard by any lurking enemies. "You are as muchoff 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 businesswith the army, your better way would be to follow the river down toEdward, and lay the matter before Webb; who tarries there, instead ofpushing into the defiles, and driving this saucy Frenchman back acrossChamplain, 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 intothe pathway, in front of his companion. 

"What, then, may be our distance from Fort Edward?" demanded a newspeaker; "the place you advise us to seek we left this morning, and ourdestination is the head of the lake. "

"Then you must have lost your eyesight afore losing your way, for theroad across the portage is cut to a good two rods, and is as grand apath, I calculate, as any that runs into London, or even before thepalace of the king himself. "

"We will not dispute concerning the excellence of the passage, " returnedHeyward, smiling; for, as the reader has anticipated, it was he. "It isenough, for the present, that we trusted to an Indian guide to take usby a nearer, though blinder path, and that we are deceived in hisknowledge. In plain words, we know not where we are. "

"An Indian lost in the woods!" said the scout, shaking his headdoubtingly; "when the sun is scorching the tree-tops, and thewater-courses are full; when the moss on every beech he sees, will tellhim in which quarter the north star will shine at night! The woods arefull of deer paths which run to the streams and licks, places well knownto everybody; nor have the geese done their flight to the Canada watersaltogether! 'Tis strange that an Indian should be lost atwixt Horicanand the bend in the river. Is he a Mohawk?"

"Not by birth, though adopted in that tribe; I think his birthplace wasfarther 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 apparentlyindifferent to what passed, but who now sprang to their feet with anactivity and interest that had evidently got the better of theirreserve, by surprise. 

"A Huron!" repeated the sturdy scout, once more shaking his head in opendistrust; "they are a thievish race, nor do I care by whom they areadopted; you can never make anything of them but skulks and vagabonds. Since you trusted yourself to the care of one of that nation, I onlywonder that you have not fallen in with more. "

"Of that there is little danger, since William Henry is so many miles inour 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, " returnedthe other, positively. "A Mohawk! No, give me a Delaware or a Mohicanfor honesty; and when they will fight, which they won't all do, havingsuffered their cunning enemies, the Maquas, to make them women--but whenthey will fight at all, look to a Delaware, or a Mohican, for awarrior!"

"Enough of this, " said Heyward, impatiently; "I wish not to inquire intothe 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 themain army at Edward?"

"It seems that may depend on who is your guide. One would think such ahorse as that might get over a good deal of ground atwixt sun-up andsun-down. "

"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 methither, 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 ofMontcalm, to the works of the army? It is not every man who can speakthe English tongue that is an honest subject. "

"If you serve with the troops, of whom I judge you to be a scout, youshould know of such a regiment of the king as the 60th. "

"The 60th! you can tell me little of the Royal Americans that I don'tknow, though I do wear a hunting-shirt instead of a scarlet jacket. "

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

"Its major!" interrupted the hunter, elevating his body like one who wasproud of his trust. "If there is a man in the country who knows MajorEffingham, he stands before you. "

"It is a corps which has many majors; the gentleman you name is thesenior, but I speak of the junior of them all; he who commands thecompanies in garrison at William Henry. "

"Yes, yes, I have heard that a young gentleman of vast riches, from oneof the provinces far south, has got the place. He is over young, too, tohold such rank, and to be put above men whose heads are beginning tobleach; and yet they say he is a soldier in his knowledge, and a gallantgentleman!"

"Whatever he may be, or however he may be qualified for his rank, he nowspeaks to you, and of course can be no enemy to dread. "

The scout regarded Heyward in surprise, and then lifting his cap, heanswered, in a tone less confident than before, though still expressingdoubt, --

"I have heard a party was to leave the encampment this morning, for thelake shore. "

"You have heard the truth; but I preferred a nearer route, trusting tothe 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 foundin the rear. "

"I should like to look at the creatur'; if it is a true Iroquois I cantell him by his knavish look, and by his paint, " said the scout, stepping past the charger of Heyward, and entering the path behind themare of the singing-master, whose foal had taken advantage of the haltto exact the maternal contribution. After shoving aside the bushes, andproceeding a few paces, he encountered the females, who awaited theresult of the conference with anxiety, and not entirely withoutapprehension. Behind these, the runner leaned against a tree, where hestood the close examination of the scout with an air unmoved, thoughwith a look so dark and savage, that it might in itself excite fear. Satisfied with his scrutiny, the hunter soon left him. As he repassedthe females, he paused a moment to gaze upon their beauty, answering tothe smile and nod of Alice with a look of open pleasure. Thence he wentto the side of the motherly animal, and spending a minute in a fruitlessinquiry into the character of her rider, he shook his head and returnedto Heyward. 

"A Mingo is a Mingo, and God having made him so, neither the Mohawks norany other tribe can alter him, " he said, when he had regained his formerposition. "If we were alone, and you would leave that noble horse at themercy of the wolves to-night, 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 fewmore miles. "

"'Tis a natural impossibility!" repeated the scout; "I wouldn't walk amile in these woods after night gets into them, in company with thatrunner, for the best rifle in the colonies. They are full of outlyingIroquois, and your mongrel Mohawk knows where to find them too well, tobe my companion. "

"Think you so?" said Heyward, leaning forward in the saddle, anddropping his voice nearly to a whisper; "I confess I have not beenwithout my own suspicions, though I have endeavored to conceal them, andaffected a confidence I have not always felt, on account of mycompanions. It was because I suspected him that I would follow nolonger; 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 youcan see over them bushes; his right leg is in a line with the bark ofthe tree, and, " tapping his rifle, "I can take him from where I stand, between the ankle and the knee, with a single shot, putting an end tohis tramping through the woods, for at least a month to come. If Ishould go back to him, the cunning varmint would suspect something, andbe dodging through the trees like a frightened deer. "

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

"'Tis a safe thing to calculate on the knavery of an Iroquois, " said thescout, throwing his rifle forward, by a sort of instinctive movement. 

"Hold!" interrupted Heyward, "it will not do--we must think of someother scheme; and yet, I have much reason to believe the rascal hasdeceived me. "

The hunter, who had already abandoned his intention of maiming therunner, mused a moment, and then made a gesture, which instantly broughthis two red companions to his side. They spoke together earnestly in theDelaware language, though in an undertone; and by the gestures of thewhite man, which were frequently directed towards the top of thesapling, it was evident he pointed out the situation of their hiddenenemy. His companions were not long in comprehending his wishes, andlaying aside their fire-arms, they parted, taking opposite sides of thepath, and burying themselves in the thicket, with such cautiousmovements, that their steps were inaudible. 

"Now, go you back, " said the hunter, speaking again to Heyward, "andhold the imp in talk; these Mohicans here will take him without breakinghis 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, hewould wait for the other to be free? Whoever comes into the woods todeal with the natives, must use Indian fashions, if he would wish toprosper in his undertakings. Go, then, talk openly to the miscreant, andseem to believe him the truest friend you have on 'arth. "

Heyward prepared to comply, though with strong disgust at the nature ofthe office he was compelled to execute. Each moment, however, pressedupon him a conviction of the critical situation in which he had sufferedhis invaluable trust to be involved through his own confidence. The sunhad already disappeared, and the woods, suddenly deprived of hislight, [9] were assuming a dusky hue, which keenly reminded him that thehour the savage usually chose for his most barbarous and remorselessacts of vengeance or hostility, was speedily drawing near. Stimulated byapprehension, he left the scout, who immediately entered into a loudconversation with the stranger that had so unceremoniously enlistedhimself in the party of travellers that morning. In passing his gentlercompanions Heyward uttered a few words of encouragement, and was pleasedto find that, though fatigued with the exercise of the day, theyappeared to entertain no suspicion that their present embarrassment wasother than the result of accident. Giving them reason to believe he wasmerely employed in a consultation concerning the future route, hespurred his charger, and drew the reins again, when the animal hadcarried him within a few yards of the place where the sullen runnerstill stood, leaning against the tree. 

"You may see, Magua, " he said, endeavoring to assume an air of freedomand confidence, "that the night is closing around us, and yet we are nonearer to William Henry than when we left the encampment of Webb withthe 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 talkingto the singer, that is acquainted with the deer-paths and by-ways of thewoods, and who promises to lead us to a place where we may rest securelytill the morning. "

The Indian riveted his glowing eyes on Heyward as he asked, in hisimperfect English, "Is he alone?"

"Alone!" hesitatingly answered Heyward to whom deception was too new tobe assumed without embarrassment. "O! not alone, surely, Magua, for youknow that we are with him. "

"Then Le Renard Subtil will go, " returned the runner, coolly raising hislittle wallet from the place where it had lain at his feet; "and thepale-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 therunner, with an air that manifested his pride at the distinction. "Nightis the same as day to Le Subtil, when Munro waits for him. "

"And what account will Le Renard give the chief of William Henryconcerning his daughters? Will he dare to tell the hot-blooded Scotsmanthat his children are left without a guide, though Magua promised to beone?"

"Though the gray head has a loud voice, and a long arm, Le Renard willnot hear him, or feel him, in the woods. "

"But what will the Mohawks say? They will make him petticoats, and bidhim stay in the wigwam with the women, for he is no longer to be trustedwith the business of a man. "

"Le Subtil knows the path to the great lakes, and he can find the bonesof his fathers, " was the answer of the unmoved runner. 

"Enough, Magua, " said Heyward; "are we not friends? Why should there bebitter words between us? Munro has promised you a gift for your serviceswhen performed, and I shall be your debtor for another. Rest your wearylimbs, then, and open your wallet to eat. We have a few moments tospare; let us not waste them in talk like wrangling women. When theladies are refreshed we will proceed. "

"The pale-faces make themselves dogs to their women, " muttered theIndian, in his native language, "and when they want to eat, theirwarriors 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 ofHeyward, but meeting his glance, he turned them quickly away, andseating himself deliberately on the ground, he drew forth the remnant ofsome former repast, and began to eat, though not without first bendinghis looks slowly and cautiously around him. 

"This is well, " continued Heyward; "and Le Renard will have strength andsight to find the path in the morning;" he paused, for sounds like thesnapping of a dried stick, and the rustling of leaves, rose from theadjacent bushes, but recollecting himself instantly, he continued, --"wemust 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 hiseyes were fastened on the ground, his head was turned aside, hisnostrils expanded, and his ears seemed even to stand more erect thanusual, giving to him the appearance of a statue that was made torepresent intense attention. 

Heyward, who watched his movements with a vigilant eye, carelesslyextricated one of his feet from the stirrup, while he passed a handtowards the bear-skin covering of his holsters. Every effort to detectthe point most regarded by the runner was completely frustrated by thetremulous glances of his organs, which seemed not to rest a singleinstant on any particular object, and which, at the same time, could behardly said to move. While he hesitated how to proceed, Le Subtilcautiously raised himself to his feet, though with a motion so slow andguarded, that not the slightest noise was produced by the change. Heyward felt it had now become incumbent on him to act. Throwing his legover the saddle, he dismounted, with a determination to advance andseize his treacherous companion, trusting the result to his own manhood. In order, however, to prevent unnecessary alarm, he still preserved anair of calmness and friendship. 

"Le Renard Subtil does not eat, " he said, using the appellation he hadfound most flattering to the vanity of the Indian. "His corn is not wellparched, and it seems dry. Let me examine; perhaps something may befound among my own provisions that will help his appetite. "

Magua held out the wallet to the proffer of the other. He even sufferedtheir hands to meet, without betraying the least emotion, or varying hisriveted attitude of attention. But when he felt the fingers of Heywardmoving gently along his own naked arm, he struck up the limb of theyoung man, and uttering a piercing cry as he darted beneath it, plunged, at a single bound, into the opposite thicket. At the next instant theform of Chingachgook appeared from the bushes, looking like a spectre inits paint, and glided across the path in swift pursuit. Next followedthe shout of Uncas, when the woods were lighted by a sudden flash, thatwas accompanied by the sharp report of the hunter's rifle. 

CHAPTER V. 

 "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 thepursuers, caused Heyward to remain fixed, for a few moments, in inactivesurprise. Then recollecting the importance of securing the fugitive, hedashed aside the surrounding bushes, and pressed eagerly forward to lendhis aid in the chase. Before he had, however, proceeded a hundred yards, he met the three foresters already returning from their unsuccessfulpursuit. 

"Why so soon disheartened!" he exclaimed; "the scoundrel must beconcealed behind some of these trees, and may yet be secured. We are notsafe while he goes at large. "

"Would you set a cloud to chase the wind?" returned the disappointedscout; "I heard the imp, brushing over the dry leaves, like a blacksnake, and blinking a glimpse of him, just over ag'in yon big pine, Ipulled as it might be on the scent; but 'twouldn't do! and yet for areasoning aim, if anybody but myself had touched the trigger, I shouldcall it a quick sight; and I may be accounted to have experience inthese matters, and one who ought to know. Look at this sumach; itsleaves are red, though everybody knows the fruit is in the yellowblossom, 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 thelonger for it. A rifle-bullet acts on a running animal, when it barkshim, much the same as one of your spurs on a horse; that is, it quickensmotion, and puts life into the flesh, instead of taking it away. Butwhen 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!"

"We are four able bodies, to one wounded man!"

"Is life grievous to you?" interrupted the scout. "Yonder red devilswould draw you within swing of the tomahawks of his comrades, before youwere heated in the chase. It was an unthoughtful act in a man who has sooften slept with the war-whoop ringing in the air, to let off his piecewithin sound of an ambushment! But then it was a natural temptation!'twas very natural! Come, friends, let us move our station, and in sucha 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 to-morrow. "

This appalling declaration, which the scout uttered with the coolassurance of a man who fully comprehended, while he did not fear to facethe danger, served to remind Heyward of the importance of the chargewith which he himself had been intrusted. Glancing his eyes around, witha vain effort to pierce the gloom that was thickening beneath the leafyarches of the forest, he felt as if, cut off from human aid, hisunresisting companions would soon lie at the entire mercy of thosebarbarous enemies, who, like beasts of prey, only waited till thegathering darkness might render their blows more fatally certain. Hisawakened imagination, deluded by the deceptive light, converted eachwaving bush, or the fragment of some fallen tree, into human forms, andtwenty times he fancied he could distinguish the horrid visages of hislurking foes, peering from their hiding-places, in never-ceasingwatchfulness of the movements of his party. Looking upward, he foundthat the thin fleecy clouds, which evening had painted on the blue sky, were already losing their faintest tints of rose-color, while theimbedded stream, which glided past the spot where he stood, was to betraced only by the dark boundary of its wooded banks. 

"What is to be done?" he said, feeling the utter helplessness of doubtin such a pressing strait; "desert me not, for God's sake! remain todefend 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 wasmaintained in low and cautious sounds, but little above a whisper, Heyward, who now approached, could easily distinguish the earnest tonesof the younger warrior from the more deliberate speeches of his seniors. It was evident that they debated on the propriety of some measure thatnearly concerned the welfare of the travellers. Yielding to hispowerful interest in the subject, and impatient of a delay that seemedfraught with so much additional danger, Heyward drew still nigher to thedusky group, with an intention of making his offers of compensation moredefinite, when the white man, motioning, with his hand, as if heconceded 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 harmlessthings to their fate, even though it breaks up the harboring placeforever. If you would save these tender blossoms from the fangs of theworst of serpents, gentleman, you have neither time to lose norresolution 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 thecunning of the devils who fill these woods, " calmly interrupted thescout, "but spare your offers of money, which neither you may live torealize, nor I to profit by. These Mohicans and I will do what man'sthoughts can invent, to keep such flowers, which, though so sweet, werenever made for the wilderness, from harm, and that without hope of anyother recompense but such as God always gives to upright dealings. First, you must promise two things, both in your own name and for yourfriends, 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 we shall take you, forever asecret from all mortal men. "

"I will do my utmost to see both these conditions fulfilled. "

"Then follow, for we are losing moments that are as precious as theheart's blood to a stricken deer!"

Heyward could distinguish the impatient gesture of the scout, throughthe increasing shadows of the evening, and he moved in his footsteps, swiftly, towards the place where he had left the remainder of his party. When they rejoined the expecting and anxious females, he brieflyacquainted them with the conditions of their new guide, and with thenecessity that existed for their hushing every apprehension, in instantand serious exertions. Although his alarming communication was notreceived without much secret terror by the listeners, his earnest andimpressive manner, aided perhaps by the nature of the danger, succeededin bracing their nerves to undergo some unlooked-for and unusual trial. Silently, and without a moment's delay, they permitted him to assistthem from their saddles, when they descended quickly to the water'sedge, where the scout had collected the rest of the party, more by theagency of expressive gestures than by any use of words. 

"What to do with these dumb creatures!" muttered the white man, on whomthe sole control of their future movements appeared to devolve; "itwould be time lost to cut their throats, and cast them into the river;and to leave them here, would be to tell the Mingos that they have notfar to seek to find their owners!"

"Then give them their bridles, and let them range the woods, " Heywardventured to suggest. 

"No; it would be better to mislead the imps, and make them believe theymust equal a horse's speed to run down their chase. Ay, ay, that willblind their fire-balls of eyes! Chingach--Hist? what stirs the bush?"

"The colt. "

"That colt, at least, must die, " muttered the scout, grasping the maneof the nimble beast, which easily eluded his hand; "Uncas, your arrows!"

"Hold!" exclaimed the proprietor of the condemned animal, aloud, withoutregard to the whispering tones used by the others; "spare the foal ofMiriam! it is the comely offspring of a faithful dam, and wouldwillingly injure naught. "

"When men struggle for the single life God has given them, " said thescout sternly, "even their own kind seem no more than the beasts of thewood. 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 forwardto its knees. It was met by Chingachgook, whose knife passed across itsthroat quicker than thought, and then precipitating the motions of thestruggling victim, he dashed it into the river, down whose stream itglided away, gasping audibly for breath with its ebbing life. This deedof apparent cruelty, but of real necessity, fell upon the spirits of thetravellers like a terrific warning of the peril in which they stood, heightened as it was by the calm though steady resolution of the actorsin the scene. The sisters shuddered and clung closer to each other, while Heyward instinctively laid his hand on one of the pistols he hadjust drawn from their holsters, as he placed himself between his chargeand those dense shadows that seemed to draw an impenetrable veil beforethe bosom of the forest. 

The Indians, however, hesitated not a moment, but taking the bridles, they led the frightened and reluctant horses into the bed of the river. 

At a short distance from the shore they turned, and were soon concealedby the projection of the bank, under the brow of which they moved, in adirection opposite to the course of the waters. In the meantime, thescout drew a canoe of bark from its place of concealment beneath somelow bushes, whose branches were waving with the eddies of the current, into which he silently motioned for the females to enter. They compliedwithout hesitation, though many a fearful and anxious glance was thrownbehind them towards the thickening gloom which now lay like a darkbarrier along the margin of the stream. 

So soon as Cora and Alice were seated, the scout, without regarding theelement, directed Heyward to support one side of the frail vessel, andposting himself at the other, they bore it up against the stream, followed by the dejected owner of the dead foal. In this manner theyproceeded, for many rods, in a silence that was only interrupted by therippling of the water, as its eddies played around them, or the low dashmade by their own cautious footsteps. Heyward yielded the guidance ofthe canoe implicitly to the scout, who approached or receded from theshore, 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 rendermore impressive, he would listen with painful intenseness, to catch anysounds that might arise from the slumbering forest. When assured thatall was still, and unable to detect, even by the aid of his practisedsenses, any sign of his approaching foes, he would deliberately resumehis slow and unguarded progress. At length they reached a point in theriver, where the roving eye of Heyward became riveted on a cluster ofblack objects, collected at a spot where the high bank threw a deepershadow than usual on the dark waters. Hesitating to advance, he pointedout the place to the attention of his companion. 

"Ay, " returned the composed scout, "the Indians have hid the beastswith the judgment of natives! Water leaves no trail, and an owl's eyeswould be blinded by the darkness of such a hole. "

The whole party was soon reunited, and another consultation was heldbetween the scout and his new comrades, during which, they whose fatesdepended on the faith and ingenuity of these unknown foresters, had alittle leisure to observe their situation more minutely. 

The river was confined between high and cragged rocks, one of whichimpended above the spot where the canoe rested. As these, again, weresurmounted by tall trees, which appeared to totter on the brows of theprecipice, it gave the stream the appearance of running through a deepand narrow dell. All beneath the fantastic limbs and ragged tree-tops, which were, here and there, dimly painted against the starry zenith, layalike in shadowed obscurity. Behind them, the curvature of the bankssoon bounded the view, by the same dark and wooded outline; but infront, and apparently at no great distance, the water seemed piledagainst the heavens, whence it tumbled into caverns, out of which issuedthose sullen sounds that had loaded the evening atmosphere. It seemed, in truth, to be a spot devoted to seclusion, and the sisters imbibed asoothing impression of security, as they gazed upon its romantic, thoughnot unappalling beauties. A general movement among their conductors, however, soon recalled them from a contemplation of the wild charms thatnight had assisted to lend the place, to a painful sense of their realperil. 

The horses had been secured to some scattered shrubs that grew in thefissures of the rocks, where, standing in the water, they were left topass the night. The scout directed Heyward and his disconsolatefellow-travellers to seat themselves in the forward end of the canoe, and took possession of the other himself, as erect and steady as if hefloated in a vessel of much firmer materials. The Indians warilyretraced their steps towards the place they had left, when the scout, placing his pole against a rock, by a powerful shove, sent his frailbark directly into the centre of the turbulent stream. For many minutesthe struggle between the light bubble in which they floated, and theswift current, was severe and doubtful. Forbidden to stir even a hand, and almost afraid to breathe, lest they should expose the frail fabricto the fury of the stream, the passengers watched the glancing waters infeverish suspense. Twenty times they thought the whirling eddies weresweeping them to destruction, when the master-hand of their pilot wouldbring the bows of the canoe to stem the rapid. A long, a 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 theywere 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 alevel 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 thenext thing is to make a steady landing, lest the canoe upset, and youshould go down again the hard road we have travelled, faster than youcame up; 'tis a hard rift to stem, when the river is a little swelled;and five is an unnatural number to keep dry, in the hurry-skurry, with alittle birchen bark and gum. There, go you all on the rock, and I willbring up the Mohicans with the venison. A man had better sleep withouthis scalp, than famish in the midst of plenty. "

His passengers gladly complied with these directions. As the last foottouched the rock, the canoe whirled from its station, when the tall formof the scout was seen, for an instant, gliding above the waters, beforeit disappeared in the impenetrable darkness that rested on the bed ofthe river. Left by their guide, the travellers remained a few minutes inhelpless ignorance, afraid even to move along the broken rocks, lest afalse step should precipitate them down some one of the many deep androaring caverns, into which the water seemed to tumble, on every side ofthem. Their suspense, however, was soon relieved; for aided by the skillof the natives, the canoe shot back into the eddy, and floated again atthe side of the low rock before they thought the scout had even time torejoin 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 you see anything of those you call theIroquois, on the mainland?"

"I call them Iroquois, because to me every native, who speaks a foreigntongue, 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 thetribes of the Delawares, and send these greedy and lying Mohawks andOneidas, 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 heardthat the Delawares have laid aside the hatchet, and are content to becalled women!"

"Ay, shame on the Hollanders[10] and Iroquois, who circumvented them bytheir deviltries, into such a treaty! But I have known them for twentyyears, and I call him liar, that says cowardly blood runs in the veinsof a Delaware. You have driven their tribes from the sea-shore, andwould now believe what their enemies say, that you may sleep at nightupon an easy pillow. No, no; to me, every Indian who speaks a foreigntongue is an Iroquois, whether the castle[11] of his tribe be in Canada, or be in New York. "

Heyward, perceiving that the stubborn adherence of the scout to thecause of his friends the Delawares or Mohicans, for they were branchesof 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 arebrave and cautious warriors! have they heard or seen anything of ourenemies?"

"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 toother signs than such as come in at the eye, when I am outlying on thetrail of the Mingos. "

"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 stoutcourage might hold for a smart skrimmage. I will not deny, however, butthe horses cowered when I passed them, as though they scented thewolves; and a wolf is a beast that is apt to hover about an Indianambushment, craving the offals of the deer the savages kill. "

"You forget the buck at your feet! or, may we not owe their visit to thedead colt? Ha! what noise is that?"

"Poor Miriam!" murmured the stranger; "thy foal was foreordained tobecome 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 thescout; "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 willhappen; and with such a consolation, it won't be long afore he submitsto the rationality of killing a four-footed beast, to save the lives ofhuman men. It may be as you say, " he continued, reverting to the purportof Heyward's last remark; "and the greater the reason why we should cutour steaks, and let the carcase drive down the stream, or we shall havethe pack howling along the cliffs, begrudging every mouthful we swallow. Besides, though the Delaware tongue is the same as a book to theIroquois, the cunning varlets are quick enough at understanding thereason of a wolf's howl. "

The scout, whilst making his remarks, was busied in collecting certainnecessary implements; as he concluded, he moved silently by the group oftravellers, accompanied by the Mohicans, who seemed to comprehend hisintentions with instinctive readiness, when the whole three disappearedin succession, seeming to vanish against the dark face of aperpendicular rock, that rose to the height of a few yards within asmany feet of the water's edge. 

CHAPTER VI. 

 "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 movementwith secret uneasiness; for, though the conduct of the white man hadhitherto been above reproach, his rude equipments, blunt address, andstrong antipathies, together with the character of his silentassociates, were all causes for exciting distrust in minds that had beenso recently alarmed by Indian treachery. 

The stranger alone disregarded the passing incidents. He seated himselfon a projection of the rocks, whence he gave no other signs ofconsciousness than by the struggles of his spirit, as manifested infrequent and heavy sighs. Smothered voices were next heard, as thoughmen called to each other in the bowels of the earth, when a sudden lightflashed upon those without, and laid bare the much-prized secret of theplace. 

At the farther extremity of a narrow, deep cavern in the rock, whoselength appeared much extended by the perspective and the nature of thelight by which it was seen, was seated the scout, holding a blazing knotof pine. The strong glare of the fire fell full upon his sturdy, weather-beaten countenance and forest attire, lending an air of romanticwildness to the aspect of an individual, who, seen by the sober light ofday, would have exhibited the peculiarities of a man remarkable for thestrangeness of his dress, the iron-like inflexibility of his frame, andthe singular compound of quick, vigilant sagacity, and of exquisitesimplicity, that by turns usurped the possession of his muscularfeatures. At a little distance in advance stood Uncas, his whole personthrown powerfully into view. The travellers anxiously regarded theupright, flexible figure of the young Mohican, graceful and unrestrainedin the attitudes and movements of nature. Though his person was morethan usually screened by a green and fringed hunting-shirt, like that ofthe white man, there was no concealment to his dark, glancing, fearlesseye, alike terrible and calm; the bold outline of his high, haughtyfeatures, pure in their native red; or to the dignified elevation of hisreceding forehead, together with all the finest proportions of a noblehead, bared to the generous scalping tuft. It was the first opportunitypossessed by Duncan and his companions, to view the marked lineaments ofeither of their Indian attendants, and each individual of the party feltrelieved from a burden of doubt, as the proud and determined, thoughwild expression of the features of the young warrior forced itself ontheir notice. They felt it might be a being partially benighted in thevale of ignorance, but it could not be one who would willingly devotehis rich natural gifts to the purposes of wanton treachery. Theingenuous Alice gazed at his free air and proud carriage, as she wouldhave looked upon some precious relic of the Grecian chisel, to whichlife had been imparted by the intervention of a miracle; while Heyward, though accustomed to see the perfection of form which abounds among theuncorrupted natives, openly expressed his admiration at such anunblemished specimen of the noblest proportions of man. 

"I could sleep in peace, " whispered Alice, in reply, "with such afearless and generous looking youth for my sentinel. Surely, Duncan, those cruel murders, those terrific scenes of torture, of which we readand hear so much, are never acted in the presence of such as he!"

"This, certainly, is a rare and brilliant instance of those naturalqualities, in which these peculiar people are said to excel, " heanswered. "I agree with you, Alice, in thinking that such a front andeye were formed rather to intimidate than to deceive; but let us notpractise a deception upon ourselves, by expecting any other exhibitionof what we esteem virtue than according to the fashion of a savage. Asbright examples of great qualities are but too uncommon amongChristians, so are they singular and solitary with the Indians; though, for the honor of our common nature, neither are incapable of producingthem. Let us then hope that this Mohican may not disappoint our wishes, but prove, what his looks assert him to be, a brave and constantfriend. "

"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 theycomplied, "and might light the Mingos to our undoing. Uncas, drop theblanket, and show the knaves its dark side. This is not such a supper asa major of the Royal Americans has a right to expect, but I've knownstout detachments of the corps glad to eat their venison raw, andwithout a relish too. [12] Here, you see, we have plenty of salt, and canmake a quick broil. There's fresh sassafras boughs for the ladies to siton, which may not be as proud as their my-hog-guinea chairs, but whichsends up a sweeter flavor than the skin of any hog can do, be it ofGuinea, or be it of any other land. Come, friend, don't be mournful forthe colt; 'twas an innocent thing, and had not seen much hardship. Itsdeath will save the creature many a sore back and weary foot!"

Uncas did as the other had directed, and when the voice of Hawkeyeceased, the roar of the cataract sounded like the rumbling of distantthunder. 

"Are we quite safe in this cavern?" demanded Heyward. "Is there nodanger of surprise? A single armed man, at its entrance, would hold usat his mercy. "

A spectral-looking figure stalked from out the darkness behind thescout, and seizing a blazing brand, held it towards the fartherextremity of their place of retreat. Alice uttered a faint shriek, andeven Cora rose to her feet, as this appalling object moved into thelight; but a single word from Heyward calmed them, with the assurance itwas only their attendant, Chingachgook, who, lifting another blanket, discovered that the cavern had two outlets. Then, holding the brand, hecrossed a deep, narrow chasm in the rocks, which ran at right angleswith the passage they were in, but which, unlike that, was open to theheavens, and entered another cave, answering to the description of thefirst, in every essential particular. 

"Such old foxes as Chingachgook and myself are not often caught in aburrow with one hole, " said Hawkeye, laughing; "you can easily see thecunning of the place--the rock is black limestone, which everybody knowsis soft; it makes no uncomfortable pillow, where brush and pine wood isscarce; well, the fall was once a few yards below us, and I dare to saywas, in its time, as regular and as handsome a sheet of water as anyalong the Hudson. But old age is a great injury to good looks, as thesesweet young ladies have yet to l'arn! The place is sadly changed! Theserocks are full of cracks, and in some places they are softer than atothersome, and the water has worked out deep hollows for itself, untilit has fallen back, ay, some hundred feet, breaking here and wearingthere, 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, butwhere, it seems, they were too rebellious to stay. The rock provedsofter on each side of us, and so they left the centre of the river bareand 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 andbelow. If you had daylight, it would be worth the trouble to step up onthe height of this rock, and look at the perversity of the water. Itfalls by no rule at all; sometimes it leaps, sometimes it tumbles;there, it skips; here, it shoots; in one place 'tis white as snow, andin another 'tis green as grass; hereabouts, it pitches into deephollows, that rumble and quake the 'arth; and hereaway, it ripples andsings like a brook, fashioning whirlpools and gulleys in the old stone, as it 'twas no harder than trodden clay. The whole design of the riverseems disconcerted. First it runs smoothly, as if meaning to go down thedescent as things were ordered; then it angles about and faces theshores; nor are there places wanting where it looks backward, as ifunwilling to leave the wilderness, to mingle with the salt! Ay, lady, the fine cobweb-looking cloth you wear at your throat, is coarse, andlike a fish-net, to little spots I can show you, where the riverfabricates all sorts of images, as if, having broke loose from order, itwould try its hand at everything. And yet what does it amount to! Afterthe water has been suffered to have its will, for a time, like aheadstrong man, it is gathered together by the hand that made it, and afew rods below you may see it all, flowing on steadily towards the sea, as was foreordained from the first foundation of the 'arth!"

While his auditors received a cheering assurance of the security oftheir place of concealment, from this untutored description ofGlenn's, [13] they were much inclined to judge differently from Hawkeye, of its wild beauties. But they were not in a situation to suffer theirthoughts to dwell on the charms of natural objects; and, as the scouthad not found it necessary to cease his culinary labors while he spoke, unless to point out, with a broken fork, the direction of someparticularly obnoxious point in the rebellious stream, they now sufferedtheir attention to be drawn to the necessary, though more vulgarconsideration of their supper. 

The repast, which was greatly aided by the addition of a few delicaciesthat Heyward had the precaution to bring with him when they left theirhorses, was exceedingly refreshing to the wearied party. Uncas acted asattendant to the females, performing all the little offices within hispower, with a mixture of dignity and anxious grace, that served to amuseHeyward, who well knew that it was an utter innovation on the Indiancustoms, which forbid their warriors to descend to any menialemployment, especially in favor of their women. As the rites ofhospitality were, however, considered sacred among them, this littledeparture from the dignity of manhood excited no audible comment. Hadthere been one there sufficiently disengaged to become a close observer, he might have fancied that the services of the young chief were notentirely impartial. That while he tendered to Alice the gourd of sweetwater and the venison in a trencher, neatly carved from the knot of thepepperidge, with sufficient courtesy, in performing the same offices toher sister, his dark eye lingered on her rich, speaking countenance. Once or twice he was compelled to speak, to command the attention ofthose he served. In such cases, he made use of English, broken andimperfect, but sufficiently intelligible, and which he rendered so mildand musical, by his deep, [14] guttural voice, that it never failed tocause both ladies to look up in admiration and astonishment. In thecourse of these civilities, a few sentences were exchanged, that servedto establish the appearance of an amicable intercourse between theparties. 

In the meanwhile, the gravity of Chingachgook remained immovable. He hadseated himself more within the circle of light, where the frequentuneasy glances of his guests were better enabled to separate the naturalexpression of his face from the artificial terrors of the war-paint. They found a strong resemblance between father and son, with thedifference that might be expected from age and hardships. The fiercenessof his countenance now seemed to slumber, and in its place was to beseen the quiet, vacant composure, which distinguishes an Indian warrior, when his faculties are not required for any of the greater purposes ofhis existence. It was, however, easy to be seen, by the occasionalgleams that shot across his swarthy visage, that it was only necessaryto arouse his passions, in order to give full effect to the terrificdevice which he had adopted to intimidate his enemies. On the otherhand, the quick, roving eye of the scout seldom rested. He ate and drankwith an appetite that no sense of danger could disturb, but hisvigilance seemed never to desert him. Twenty times the gourd or thevenison was suspended before his lips, while his head was turned aside, as though he listened to some distant and distrusted sounds--a movementthat never failed to recall his guests from regarding the novelties oftheir situation, to a recollection of the alarming reasons that haddriven them to seek it. As these frequent pauses were never followed byany 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 ofleaves, towards the close of the repast, and addressing the stranger whosat at his elbow, doing great justice to his culinary skill, "try alittle spruce; 'twill wash away all thoughts of the colt, and quickenthe life in your bosom. I drink to our better friendship, hoping that alittle horse-flesh may leave no heartburnings atween us. How do you nameyourself?"

"Gamut--David Gamut, " returned the singing-master, preparing to washdown his sorrows in a powerful draught of the woodman's high-flavoredand well-laced compound. 

"A very good name, and, I dare say, handed down from honestforefathers. I'm an admirator of names, though the Christian fashionsfall far below savage customs in this particular. The biggest coward Iever knew was called Lyon; and his wife, Patience, would scold you outof hearing in less time than a hunted deer would run a rod. With anIndian 'tis a matter of conscience; what he calls himself, he generallyis--not that Chingachgook, which signifies Big Sarpent, is really asnake, big or little; but that he understands the windings and turningsof human natur', and is silent, and strikes his enemies when they leastexpect 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 singingtoo much already through the woods, when they ought not to breathelouder than a fox in his cover. Can you use the smooth bore, or handlethe rifle?"

"Praised be God, I have never had occasion to meddle with murderousimplements!"

"Perhaps you understand the compass, and lay down the water-courses andmountains of the wilderness on paper, in order that they who follow mayfind places by their given names?"

"I practise no such employment. "

"You have a pair of legs that might make a long path seem short! youjourney sometimes, I fancy, with tidings for the general. "

"Never; I follow no other than my own high vocation, which isinstruction in sacred music!"

"'Tis a strange calling!" muttered Hawkeye, with an inward laugh, "to gothrough life, like a catbird, mocking all the ups and downs that mayhappen to come out of other men's throats. Well, friend, I suppose it isyour gift, and mustn't be denied any more than if 'twas shooting, orsome other better inclination. Let us hear what you can do in that way;'twill be a friendly manner of saying good-night, for 'tis time thatthese ladies should be getting strength for a hard and a long push, inthe pride of the morning, afore the Maquas are stirring!"

"With joyful pleasure do I consent, " said David, adjusting hisiron-rimmed spectacles, and producing his beloved little volume, whichhe immediately tendered to Alice. "What can be more fitting andconsolatory, than to offer up evening praise, after a day of suchexceeding jeopardy!"

Alice smiled; but regarding Heyward, she blushed and hesitated. 

"Indulge yourself, " he whispered: "ought not the suggestion of theworthy namesake of the Psalmist to have its weight at such a moment?"

Encouraged by his opinion, Alice did what her pious inclinations and herkeen relish for gentle sounds, had before so strongly urged. The bookwas open at a hymn not ill adapted to their situation, and in which thepoet, no longer goaded by his desire to excel the inspired king ofIsrael, had discovered some chastened and respectable powers. Corabetrayed a disposition to support her sister, and the sacred songproceeded, after the indispensable preliminaries of the pitch-pipe andthe tune had been duly attended to by the methodical David. 

The air was solemn and slow. At times it rose to the fullest compass ofthe rich voices of the females, who hung over their little book in holyexcitement, and again it sank so low, that the rushing of the waters ranthrough their melody, like a hollow accompaniment. The natural taste andtrue ear of David governed and modified the sounds to suit the confinedcavern, every crevice, and cranny of which was filled with the thrillingnotes of their flexible voices. The Indians riveted their eyes on therocks, and listened with an attention that seemed to turn them intostone. But the scout, who had placed his chin in his hand, with anexpression of cold indifference, gradually suffered his rigid featuresto relax, until, as verse succeeded verse, he felt his iron naturesubdued, while his recollection was carried back to boyhood, when hisears had been accustomed to listen to similar sounds of praise, in thesettlements of the colony. His roving eyes began to moisten, and beforethe hymn was ended, scalding tears rolled out of fountains that had longseemed dry, and followed each other down those cheeks, that had oftenerfelt the storms of heaven than any testimonials of weakness. The singerswere dwelling on one of those low, dying chords, which the ear devourswith 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 outwardair, penetrating not only the recesses of the cavern, but to the inmosthearts of all who heard it. It was followed by a stillness apparently asdeep as if the waters had been checked in their furious progress, atsuch a horrid and unusual interruption. 

"What is it?" murmured Alice, after a few moments of terrible suspense. 

"What is it?" repeated Heyward aloud. 

Neither Hawkeye nor the Indians made any reply. They listened, as ifexpecting the sound would be repeated, with a manner that expressedtheir own astonishment. At length they spoke together earnestly, in theDelaware language, when Uncas, passing by the inner and most concealedaperture, cautiously left the cavern. When he had gone, the scout firstspoke in English. 

"What it is, or what it is not, none here can tell; though two of ushave ranged the woods for more than thirty years! I did believe therewas no cry that Indians 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 tointimidate their enemies?" asked Cora, who stood drawing her veil abouther 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 war-whoop, you will never mistake it foranything else! Well, Uncas!" speaking in Delaware to the young chief ashe re-entered, "what see you? do our lights shine through the blankets?"

The answer was short, and apparently decided, being given in the sametongue. 

"There is nothing to be seen without, " continued Hawkeye, shaking hishead in discontent; "and our hiding-place is still in darkness! Passinto the other cave, you that need it, and seek for sleep; we must beafoot long before the sun, and make the most of our time to get toEdward, while the Mingos are taking their morning nap. "

Cora set the example of compliance, with a steadiness that taught themore timid Alice the necessity of obedience. Before leaving the place, however, she whispered a request to Duncan that he would follow. Uncasraised the blanket for their passage, and as the sisters turned to thankhim for this act of attention, they saw the scout seated again beforethe dying embers, with his face resting on his hands, in a manner whichshowed how deeply he brooded on the unaccountable interruption whichhad broken up their evening devotions. 

Heyward took with him a blazing knot, which threw a dim light throughthe narrow vista of their new apartment. Placing it in a favorableposition, he joined the females, who now found themselves alone with himfor the first time since they had left the friendly ramparts of FortEdward. 

"Leave us not, Duncan, " said Alice; "we cannot sleep in such a place asthis, 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 farther end of the cavern, to an outlet, which, likethe others, was concealed by blankets, and removing the thick screen, breathed the fresh and reviving air from the cataract. One arm of theriver flowed through a deep, narrow ravine, which its current had wornin the soft rock, directly beneath his feet, forming an effectualdefence, as he believed, against any danger from that quarter; thewater, a few rods above them, plunging, glancing, and sweeping along, inits 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, beforehe dropped the blanket; "and as you know that good men and true are onguard in front, I see no reason why the advice of our honest host shouldbe disregarded. I am certain Cora will join me in saying that sleep isnecessary to you both. "

"Cora may submit to the justice of your opinion, though she cannot putit in practise, " returned the elder sister, who had placed herself bythe side of Alice, on a couch of sassafras; "there would be other causesto chase away sleep, though we had been spared the shock of thismysterious noise. Ask yourself, Heyward, can daughters forget theanxiety a father must endure, whose children lodge, he knows not whereor 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 indulgentto all my wishes!" sobbed Alice. "We have been selfish, sister, inurging our visit at such hazard!"

"I may have been rash in pressing his consent in a moment of muchembarrassment, but I would have proved to him, that however others mightneglect him in his strait, his children at least were faithful!"

"When he heard of your arrival at Edward, " said Heyward, kindly, "therewas a powerful struggle in his bosom between fear and love; though thelatter, heightened, if possible, by so long a separation, quicklyprevailed. '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 whoholds the honor of our royal master in his guardianship, would show buthalf her firmness!'"

"And did he not speak of me, Heyward?" demanded Alice, with jealousaffection. "Surely, he forgot not altogether his little Elsie?"

"That was impossible, " returned the young man; "he called you by athousand endearing epithets, that I may not presume to use, but to thejustice of which I can warmly testify. Once, indeed, he said--"

Duncan ceased speaking; for while his eyes were riveted on those ofAlice, who had turned towards him with the eagerness of filialaffection, to catch his words, the same strong horrid cry, as before, filled the air, and rendered him mute. A long, breathless silencesucceeded, during which each looked at the others in fearful expectationof hearing the sound repeated. At length the blanket was slowly raised, and the scout stood in the aperture with a countenance whose firmnessevidently began to give way, before a mystery that seemed to threatensome danger, against which all his cunning and experience might prove ofno avail. 

CHAPTER VII. 

 "They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit. "

 GRAY. 

"'Twould be neglecting a warning that is given for our good, to lie hidany longer, " said Hawkeye, "when such sounds are raised in the forest!The gentle ones may keep close, but the Mohicans and I will watch uponthe rock, where I suppose a major of the 60th would wish to keep uscompany. "

"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 rebellionagainst his will, was I to burrow with such warnings in the air! Eventhe 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 abattle, 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, itbetokens another sort of warfare!"

"If all our reasons for fear, my friend, are confined to such as proceedfrom supernatural causes, we have but little occasion to be alarmed, "continued the undisturbed Cora; "are you certain that our enemies havenot 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 soundsof the woods for thirty years, as a man will listen, whose life anddeath depend on the quickness of his ears. There is no whine of thepanther, no whistle of the catbird, nor any invention of the devilishMingos, that can cheat me! I have heard the forest moan like mortal menin their affliction; often, and again, have I listened to the windplaying its music in the branches of the girdled trees; and I have heardthe lightning cracking in the air, like the snapping of blazing brush, as it spitted forth sparks and forked flames; but never have I thoughtthat I heard more than the pleasure of Him who sported with the thingsof his hand. But neither the Mohicans, nor I, who am a white man withouta cross, can explain the cry just heard. We, therefore, believe it asign given for our good. "

"It is extraordinary!" said Heyward, taking his pistols from the placewhere he had laid them on entering; "be it a sign of peace or a signalof war, it must be looked to. Lead the way, my friend; I follow. "

On issuing from their place of confinement, the whole party instantlyexperienced a grateful renovation of spirits, by exchanging the pent airof the hiding-place for the cool and invigorating atmosphere, whichplayed around the whirlpools and pitches of the cataract. A heavyevening breeze swept along the surface of the river, and seemed to drivethe roar of the falls into the recesses of their own caverns, whence itissued heavily and constant, like thunder rumbling beyond the distanthills. The moon had risen, and its light was already glancing here andthere on the waters above them; but the extremity of the rock where theystood still lay in shadow. With the exception of the sounds produced bythe rushing waters, and an occasional breathing of the air, as itmurmured past them in fitful currents, the scene was as still as nightand solitude could make it. In vain were the eyes of each individualbent along the opposite shores, in quest of some signs of life, thatmight explain the nature of the interruption they had heard. Theiranxious and eager looks were baffled by the deceptive light, or restedonly on naked rocks, and straight and immovable trees. 

"There is nothing to be seen but the gloom and quiet of a lovelyevening, " whispered Duncan: "how much should we prize such a scene, andall this breathing solitude, at any other moment, Cora! Fancy yourselvesin security and what now, perhaps, increases your terror, may be madeconducive to enjoyment--"

"Listen!" interrupted Alice. 

The caution was unnecessary. Once more the same sound arose, as if fromthe bed of the river, and having broken out of the narrow bounds of thecliffs, was heard undulating through the forest, in distant and dyingcadences. 

"Can any here give a name to such a cry?" demanded Hawkeye, when thelast echo was lost in the woods; "if so, let him speak; for myself, Ijudge it not to belong to 'arth!"

"Here, then, is one who can undeceive you, " said Duncan; "I know thesound full well, for often have I heard it on the field of battle, andin situations which are frequent in a soldier's life. 'Tis the horridshriek that a horse will give in his agony; oftener drawn from him inpain, though sometimes in terror. My charger is either a prey to thebeasts of the forest, or he sees his danger, without the power to avoidit. The sound might deceive me in the cavern, but in the open air I knowit too well to be wrong. "

The scout and his companions listened to this simple explanation withthe interest of men who imbibe new ideas, at the same time that they getrid of old ones, which had proved disagreeable inmates. The two latteruttered their usual and expressive exclamation, "Hugh!" as the truthfirst glanced upon their minds, while the former, after a short musingpause, 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 theirheads on the bank, and the timorsome creatures are calling on man forhelp, in the best manner they are able. Uncas, "--he spoke inDelaware--"Uncas, drop down in the canoe, and whirl a brand among thepack; or fear may do what the wolves can't get at to perform, and leaveus without horses in the morning, when we shall have so much need tojourney swiftly!"

The young native had already descended to the water, to comply, when along howl was raised on the edge of the river, and was borne swiftly offinto the depths of the forest, as though the beasts, of their ownaccord, were abandoning their prey in sudden terror. Uncas, withinstinctive quickness, receded, and the three foresters held another oftheir low, earnest conferences. 

"We have been like hunters who have lost the points of the heavens, andfrom whom the sun has been hid for days, " said Hawkeye, turning awayfrom his companions; "now we begin again to know the signs of ourcourse, and the paths are cleared from briers! Seat yourselves in theshade which the moon throws from yonder beech--'tis thicker than that ofthe pines--and let us wait for that which the Lord may choose to sendnext. Let all your conversation be in whispers; though it would bebetter, and perhaps, in the end, wiser, if each one held discourse withhis own thoughts, for a time. "

The manner of the scout was seriously impressive, though no longerdistinguished by any signs of unmanly apprehension. It was evident thathis momentary weakness had vanished with the explanation of a mysterywhich his own experience had not served to fathom; and though he nowfelt all the realities of their actual condition, that he was preparedto meet them with the energy of his hardy nature. This feeling seemedalso common to the natives, who placed themselves in positions whichcommanded a full view of both shores, while their own persons wereeffectually concealed from observation. In such circumstances, commonprudence dictated that Heyward and his companions should imitate acaution that proceeded from so intelligent a source. The young man drewa pile of the sassafras from the cave, and placing it in the chasm whichseparated the two caverns, it was occupied by the sisters, who were thusprotected by the rocks from any missiles, while their anxiety wasrelieved by the assurance that no danger could approach without awarning. Heyward himself was posted at hand, so near that he mightcommunicate with his companions without raising his voice to a dangerouselevation, while David, in imitation of the woodsmen, bestowed hisperson in such a manner among the fissures of the rocks, that hisungainly limbs were no longer offensive to the eye. 

In this manner, hours passed by without further interruption. The moonreached the zenith, and shed its mild light perpendicularly on thelovely sight of the sisters slumbering peacefully in each other's arms. Duncan cast the wide shawl of Cora before a spectacle he so much lovedto contemplate, and then suffered his own head to seek a pillow on therock. David began to utter sounds that would have shocked his delicateorgans in more wakeful moments; in short, all but Hawkeye and theMohicans lost every idea of consciousness, in uncontrollable drowsiness. But the watchfulness of these vigilant protectors neither tired norslumbered. Immovable as that rock, of which each appeared to form apart, they lay, with their eyes roving, without intermission, along thedark margin of trees that bounded the adjacent shores of the narrowstream. Not a sound escaped them; the most subtle examination could nothave told they breathed. It was evident that this excess of cautionproceeded from an experience that no subtlety on the part of theirenemies could deceive. It was, however, continued without any apparentconsequences, until the moon had set, and a pale streak above thetree-tops, at the bend of the river a little below, announced theapproach of day. 

Then, for the first time, Hawkeye was seen to stir. He crawled alongthe rock, and shook Duncan from his heavy slumbers. 

"Now is the time to journey, " he whispered; "awake the gentle ones, andbe ready to get into the canoe when I bring it to the landing-place. "

"Have you had a quiet night?" said Heyward; "for myself, I believe sleephas 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 theshawl from the sleeping females. The motion caused Cora to raise herhand as if to repulse him, while Alice murmured, in her soft, gentlevoice, "No, no, dear father, we were not deserted; Duncan was with us!"

"Yes, sweet innocence, " whispered the youth; "Duncan is here, and whilelife 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 otherstanding upright before him, in bewildered horror, was the unexpectedanswer 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 theswift currents of his own blood back from its bounding course into thefountains of his heart. It seemed, for near a minute, as if demons ofhell had possessed themselves of the air about them, and were ventingtheir savage humors in barbarous sounds. The cries came from noparticular direction, though it was evident they filled the woods, andas the appalled listeners easily imagined, the caverns of the falls, therocks, the bed of the river, and the upper air. David raised his tallperson in the midst of the infernal din, with a hand on either ear, exclaiming--

"Whence comes this discord! Has hell broke loose, that man should uttersounds like these!"

The bright flashes and the quick reports of a dozen rifles, from theopposite banks of the stream, followed this incautious exposure of hisperson, and left the unfortunate singing-master senseless on that rockwhere he had been so long slumbering. The Mohicans boldly sent back theintimidating yell of their enemies, who raised a shout of savage triumphat the fall of Gamut. The flash of rifles was then quick and closebetween them, but either party was too well skilled to leave even a limbexposed to the hostile aim. Duncan listened with intense anxiety forthe strokes of the paddle, believing that flight was now their onlyrefuge. The river glanced by with its ordinary velocity, but the canoewas nowhere to be seen on its dark waters. He had just fancied they werecruelly deserted by the scout, as a stream of flame issued from the rockbeneath him, and a fierce yell, blended with a shriek of agony, announced that the messenger of death, sent from the fatal weapon ofHawkeye, had found a victim. At this slight repulse the assailantsinstantly withdrew, and gradually the place became as still as beforethe sudden tumult. 

Duncan seized the favorable moment to spring to the body of Gamut, whichhe bore within the shelter of the narrow chasm that protected thesisters. In another minute the whole party was collected in this spot ofcomparative safety. 

"The poor fellow has saved his scalp, " said Hawkeye, coolly passing hishand over the head of David; "but he is a proof that a man may be bornwith too long a tongue! 'Twas downright madness to show six feet offlesh and blood, on a naked rock, to the raging savages. I only wonderhe has escaped with life. "

"Is he not dead!" demanded Cora, in a voice whose husky tones showed howpowerfully natural horror struggled with her assumed firmness. "Can wedo aught to assist the wretched man?"

"No, no! the life is in his heart yet, and after he has slept awhile hewill come to himself, and be a wiser man for it, till the hour of hisreal time shall come, " returned Hawkeye, casting another oblique glanceat the insensible body, while he filled his charger with admirablenicety. "Carry him in, Uncas, and lay him on the sassafras. The longerhis nap lasts the better it will be for him, as I doubt whether he canfind a proper cover for such a shape on these rocks; and singing won'tdo 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, andfail in the surprise, to fall back; but we shall have them on again, with new expedients to circumvent us, and master our scalps. Our mainhope, " he continued, raising his rugged countenance, across which ashade of anxiety just then passed like a darkening cloud, "will be tokeep the rock until Munro can send a party to our help! God send it maybe soon, and under a leader that knows the Indian customs!"

"You hear our probable fortunes, Cora, " said Duncan, "and you know wehave everything to hope from the anxiety and experience of your father. Come, then, with Alice, into this cavern, where you, at least, will besafe from the murderous rifles of our enemies and where you may bestow acare 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 thencommending the wounded man to their attention, he immediately preparedto leave them. 

"Duncan!" said the tremulous voice of Cora, when he had reached themouth of the cavern. He turned, and beheld the speaker, whose color hadchanged to a deadly paleness, and whose lip quivered, gazing after him, with an expression of interest which immediately recalled him to herside. "Remember, Duncan, how necessary your safety is to our own--howyou bear a father's sacred trust--how much depends on your discretionand care--in short, " she added, while the tell-tale blood stole over herfeatures, crimsoning her very temples, "how very deservedly dear you areto 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 thesilent Alice, "it would be so kind an assurance. As major of the 60th, our honest host will tell you I must take my share of the fray; but ourtask will be easy; it is merely to keep these blood-hounds at bay for afew hours. "

Without waiting for reply, he tore himself from the presence of thesisters, and joined the scout and his companions, who still lay withinthe protection of the little chasm between the two caves. 

"I tell you, Uncas, " said the former, as Heyward joined them, "you arewasteful of your powder, and the kick of the rifle disconcerts your aim!Little powder, light lead, and a long arm, seldom fail of bringing thedeath screech from a Mingo! At least, such has been my experience withthe creatur's. Come, friends; let us to our covers, for no man can tellwhen or where a Maqua[15] will strike his blow. "

The Indians silently repaired to their appointed stations, which werefissures in the rocks, whence they could command the approaches to thefoot of the falls. In the centre of the little island, a few short andstunted pines had found root, forming a thicket, into which Hawkeyedarted with the swiftness of a deer, followed by the active Duncan. Herethey secured themselves, as well as circumstances would permit, amongthe shrubs and fragments of stone that were scattered about the place. Above them was a bare, rounded rock, on each side of which the waterplayed its gambols, and plunged into the abysses beneath, in the manneralready described. As the day had now dawned, the opposite shores nolonger presented a confused outline, but they were able to look into thewoods, and distinguish objects beneath the canopy of gloomy pines. 

A long and anxious watch succeeded, but without any further evidences ofa renewed attack; and Duncan began to hope that their fire had provedmore fatal than was supposed, and that their enemies had beeneffectually repulsed. When he ventured to utter this impression to hiscompanion, 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 beatenback without a scalp!" he answered. "If there was one of the impsyelling this morning, there were forty! and they know our number andquality too well to give up the chase so soon. Hist! look into the waterabove, just where it breaks over the rocks. I am no mortal, if the riskydevils haven't swam down upon the very pitch, and, as bad luck wouldhave it, they have hit the head of the island. Hist! man, keep close! orthe hair will be off your crown in the turning of a knife!"

Heyward lifted his head from the cover, and beheld what he justlyconsidered a prodigy of rashness and skill. The river had worn away theedge of the soft rock in such a manner, as to render its first pitchless abrupt and perpendicular than is usual at waterfalls. With no otherguide 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 swamdown upon this point, knowing the ready access it would give, ifsuccessful, to their intended victims. As Hawkeye ceased speaking, fourhuman heads could be seen peering above a few logs of drift-wood thathad lodged on these naked rocks, and which had probably suggested theidea of the practicability of the hazardous undertaking. At the nextmoment, 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 togain the point of safety, and, favored by the glancing water, he wasalready stretching forth an arm to meet the grasp of his companions, when he shot away again with the whirling current, appeared to rise intothe air, with uplifted arms and starting eyeballs, and fell, with asullen plunge, into that deep and yawning abyss over which he hovered. Asingle, wild, despairing shriek rose from the cavern, and all was hushedagain, as the grave. 

The first generous impulse of Duncan was to rush to the rescue of thehapless wretch; but he felt himself bound to the spot by the iron graspof the immovable scout. 

"Would ye bring certain death upon us, by telling the Mingos where welie?" demanded Hawkeye, sternly; "'tis a charge of powder saved, andammunition is as precious now as breath to a worried deer! Freshen thepriming of your pistols--the mist of the falls is apt to dampen thebrimstone--and stand firm for a close struggle, while I fire on theirrush. "

He placed his 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 drift-wood, as thissignal rose on the air, but they disappeared again as suddenly as theyhad glanced upon his sight. A low, rustling sound next drew hisattention behind him, and turning his head, he beheld Uncas within a fewfeet, creeping to his side. Hawkeye spoke to him in Delaware, when theyoung chief took his position with singular caution and undisturbedcoolness. To Heyward this was a moment of feverish and impatientsuspense; though the scout saw fit to select it as a fit occasion toread a lecture to his more youthful associates on the art of usingfire-arms with discretion. 

"Of all we'pons, " he commenced, "the long-barrelled, true-grooved, soft-metalled rifle is the most dangerous in skilful hands, though itwants a strong arm, a quick eye, and great judgment in charging, to putforth all its beauties. The gunsmiths can have but little insight intotheir trade, when they make their fowling-pieces and short horsemen's--"

He was interrupted by the low but expressive "Hugh!" of Uncas. 

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE BATTLE AT GLENS FALLS

_Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort, and theresult was, that both tottered on the brink of the precipice_]

"I see them, boy, I see them!" continued Hawkeye; "they are gatheringfor the rush, or they would keep their dingy backs below the logs. Well, let them, " he added, examining his flint; "the leading man certainlycomes on to his death, though it should be Montcalm himself!"

At that moment the woods were filled with another burst of cries, and atthe signal four savages sprang from the cover of the drift-wood. Heywardfelt a burning desire to rush forward to meet them, so intense was thedelirious anxiety of the moment; but he was restrained by the deliberateexamples of the scout and Uncas. When their foes who leaped over theblack rock that divided them, with long bounds, uttering the wildestyells, were within a few rods, the rifle of Hawkeye slowly rose amongthe shrubs, and poured out its fatal contents. The foremost Indianbounded like a stricken deer, and fell headlong among the clefts of theisland. 

"Now, Uncas!" cried the scout, drawing his long knife, while his quickeyes 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 hadgiven one of his pistols to Hawkeye, and together they rushed down alittle declivity towards their foes; they discharged their weapons atthe same instant, and equally without success. 

"I know'd it! and I said it!" muttered the scout, whirling the despisedlittle implement over the falls with bitter disdain. "Come on, ye bloodyminded hell-hounds! ye meet a man without a cross!"

The words were barely uttered, when he encountered a savage of giganticstature, and of the fiercest mien. At the same moment, Duncan foundhimself engaged with the other, in a similar contest of hand to hand. With ready skill, Hawkeye and his antagonist each grasped that upliftedarm of the other which held the dangerous knife. For near a minute theystood looking one another in the eye, and gradually exerting the powerof their muscles for the mastery. At length, the toughened sinews of thewhite man prevailed over the less practised limbs of the native. The armof the latter slowly gave way before the increasing force of the scout, who suddenly wresting his armed hand from the grasp of the foe, drovethe sharp weapon through his naked bosom to the heart. In the meantimeHeyward had been pressed in a more deadly struggle. His slight sword wassnapped in the first encounter. As he was destitute of any other meansof defence, his safety now depended entirely on bodily strength andresolution. Though deficient in neither of these qualities, he had metan enemy every way his equal. Happily, he soon succeeded in disarminghis adversary, whose knife fell on the rock at their feet; and from thismoment it became a fierce struggle, who should cast the other over thedizzy height into a neighboring cavern of the falls. Every successivestruggle brought them nearer to the verge, where Duncan perceived thefinal and conquering effort must be made. Each of the combatants threwall his energies into that effort, and the result was, that bothtottered on the brink of the precipice. Heyward felt the grasp of theother at his throat, and saw the grim smile the savage gave, under therevengeful 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 youngman experienced the passing agony of such a moment in all its horrors. At that instant of extreme danger, a dark hand and glancing knifeappeared before him; the Indian released his hold, as the blood flowedfreely from around the several tendons of the wrist; and while Duncanwas drawn backward by the saving arm of Uncas, his charmed eyes werestill riveted on the fierce and disappointed countenance of his foe, whofell sullenly and disappointed down the irrecoverable precipice. 

"To cover! to cover!" cried Hawkeye, who just then had despatched theenemy; "to cover, for your lives! the work is but half ended!"

The young Mohican gave a shout of triumph, and, followed by Duncan, heglided up the acclivity they had descended to the combat, and sought thefriendly shelter of the rocks and shrubs. 

CHAPTER VIII. 

 "They linger yet, Avengers of their native land. "

 GRAY. 

The warning call of the scout was not uttered without occasion. Duringthe occurrence of the deadly encounter just related, the roar of thefalls was unbroken by any human sound whatever. It would seem thatinterest in the result had kept the natives on the opposite shores inbreathless suspense, while the quick evolutions and swift changes in theposition of the combatants, effectually prevented a fire that mightprove dangerous alike to friend and enemy. But the moment the strugglewas decided, a yell arose as fierce and savage as wild and revengfulpassions could throw into the air. It was followed by the swift flashesof the rifles, which sent their leaden messengers across the rock involleys, as though the assailants would pour out their impotent fury onthe insensible scene of the fatal contest. 

A steady, though deliberate return was made from the rifle ofChingachgook, who had maintained his post throughout the fray withunmoved resolution. When the triumphant shout of Uncas was borne to hisears, the gratified father raised his voice in a single responsive cry, after which his busy piece alone proved that he still guarded his passwith unwearied diligence. In this manner many minutes flew by with theswiftness 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 ahundred places around the besieged, their cover was so close, and sorigidly maintained, that, as yet, David had been the only sufferer intheir little band. 

"Let them burn their powder, " said the deliberate scout, while bulletafter bullet whizzed by the place where he securely lay; "there will bea fine gathering of lead when it is over, and I fancy the imps will tireof the sport, afore these old stones cry out for mercy! Uncas, boy, youwaste the kernels by overcharging: and a kicking rifle never carries atrue bullet. I told you to take that loping miscreant under the line ofwhite paint; now, if your bullet went a hair's breadth, it went twoinches above it. The life lies low in a Mingo, and humanity teaches usto make a quick end of the sarpents. "

A quiet smile lighted the haughty features of the young Mohican, betraying his knowledge of the English language, as well as of theother's meaning; but he suffered it to pass away without vindication orreply. 

"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, andhe has made a friend who never will require to be reminded of the debthe owes. "

Uncas partly raised his body, and offered his hand to the grasp ofHeyward. During this act of friendship, the two young men exchangedlooks of intelligence which caused Duncan to forget the character andcondition of his wild associate. In the meanwhile, Hawkeye, who lookedon this burst of youthful feeling with a cool but kind regard, made thefollowing reply:--

"Life is an obligation which friends often owe each other in thewilderness. I dare say I may have served Uncas some such turn myselfbefore now; and I very well remember that he has stood between me anddeath five different times: three times from the Mingos, once incrossing Horican, and--"

"That bullet was better aimed than common!" exclaimed Duncan, involuntarily shrinking from a shot which struck the rock at his sidewith a smart rebound. 

Hawkeye laid his hand on the shapeless metal, and shook his head, as heexamined it, saying, "Falling lead is never flattened! had it come fromthe clouds this might have happened!"

But the rifle of Uncas was deliberately raised towards the heavens, directing his companions to a point, where the mystery was immediatelyexplained. A ragged oak grew on the right bank of the river, nearlyopposite to their position, which, seeking the freedom of the openspace, had inclined so far forward, that its upper branches overhungthat arm of the stream which flowed nearest to its own shore. Among thetopmost leaves, which scantily concealed the gnarled and stunted limbs, a savage was nestled, partly concealed by the trunk of the tree, andpartly exposed, as though looking down upon them to ascertain the effectproduced by his treacherous aim. 

"These devils will scale heaven to circumvent us to our ruin, " saidHawkeye; "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 riflesflashed, the leaves and the bark of the oak flew into the air, and werescattered by the wind, but the Indian answered their assault by ataunting laugh, sending down upon them another bullet in return, thatstruck the cap of Hawkeye from his head. Once more the savage yellsburst out of the woods, and the leaden hail whistled above the heads ofthe besieged, as if to confine them to a place where they might becomeeasy victims to the enterprise of the warrior who had mounted the tree. 

"This must be looked to!" said the scout, glancing about him with ananxious eye. "Uncas, call up your father; we have need of all ourwe'pons to bring the cunning varmint from his roost. "

The signal was instantly given; and, before Hawkeye had reloaded hisrifle, they were joined by Chingachgook. When his son pointed out to theexperienced warrior the situation of their dangerous enemy, the usualexclamatory "Hugh!" burst from his lips; after which, no furtherexpression of surprise or alarm was suffered to escape him. Hawkeye andthe Mohicans conversed earnestly together in Delaware for a few moments, when each quietly took his post, in order to execute the plan they hadspeedily 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 thevigilance of his enemies, whose rifles instantaneously bore on any partof his person that was left exposed. Still his bullets fell in thecentre of the crouching party. The clothes of Heyward, which renderedhim peculiarly conspicuous, were repeatedly cut, and once blood wasdrawn from a slight wound in his arm. 

At length, emboldened by the long and patient watchfulness of hisenemies, the Huron attempted a better and more fatal aim. The quick eyeof the Mohicans caught the dark line of his lower limbs incautiouslyexposed through the thin foliage, a few inches from the trunk of thetree. Their rifles made a common report, when, sinking on his woundedlimb, part of the body of the savage came into view. Swift as thought, Hawkeye seized the advantage and discharged his fatal weapon into thetop of the oak. The leaves were unusually agitated; the dangerous riflefell from its commanding elevation, and after a few moments of vainstruggling, the form of the savage was seen swinging in the wind, whilehe still grasped a ragged and naked branch of the tree, with handsclenched in desperation. 

"Give him, in pity give him--the contents of another rifle!" criedDuncan, turning away his eyes in horror from the spectacle of afellow-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 fordays; 'tis their scalps or ours!--and God, who made us, has put into ournatures the craving to keep the skin on the head!"

Against this stern and unyielding morality, supported as it was by suchvisible policy, there was no appeal. From that moment the yells in theforest once more ceased, the fire was suffered to decline, and all eyes, those of friends as well as enemies, became fixed on the hopelesscondition of the wretch who was dangling between heaven and earth. Thebody yielded to the currents of air, and though no murmur or groanescaped the victim, there were instants when he grimly faced his foes, and the anguish of cold despair might be traced, through the interveningdistance, in possession of his swarthy lineaments. Three several timesthe scout raised his piece in mercy, and as often prudence getting thebetter of his intention, it was again silently lowered. At length onehand of the Huron lost its hold, and dropped exhausted to his side. Adesperate and fruitless struggle to recover the branch succeeded, andthen the savage was seen for a fleeting instant, grasping wildly at theempty air. The lightning is not quicker than was the flame from therifle of Hawkeye; the limbs of the victim trembled and contracted, thehead fell to the bosom, and the body parted the foaming waters likelead, when the element closed above it, in its ceaseless velocity, andevery vestige of the unhappy Huron was lost forever. 

No shout of triumph succeeded this important advantage, but even theMohicans gazed at each other in silent horror. A single yell burst fromthe woods, and all was again still. Hawkeye, who alone appeared toreason on the occasion, shook his head at his own momentary weakness, even uttering his self-disapprobation 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 struckthe rock living or dead: feeling would soon be over. Uncas, lad, go downto the canoe, and bring up the big horn; it is all the powder we haveleft, and we shall need it to the last grain, or I am ignorant of theMingo nature. "

The young Mohican complied, leaving the scout turning over the uselesscontents of his pouch, and shaking the empty horn with reneweddiscontent. From this unsatisfactory examination, however, he was sooncalled by a loud and piercing exclamation from Uncas, that sounded, evento the unpractised ears of Duncan, as the signal of some new andunexpected calamity. Every thought filled with apprehension for theprecious treasure he had concealed in the cavern, the young man startedto his feet, totally regardless of the hazard he incurred by such anexposure. As if actuated by a common impulse, his movement was imitatedby his companions, and, together, they rushed down the pass to thefriendly chasm, with a rapidity that rendered the scattering fire oftheir enemies perfectly harmless. The unwonted cry had brought thesisters, together with the wounded David, from their place of refuge;and the whole party, at a single glance, was made acquainted with thenature of the disaster that had disturbed even the practised stoicism oftheir youthful Indian protector. 

At a short distance from the rock, their little bark was to be seenfloating across the eddy, towards the swift current of the river, in amanner which proved that its course was directed by some hidden agent. The instant this unwelcome sight caught the eye of the scout, his riflewas levelled as by instinct, but the barrel gave no answer to the brightsparks of the flint. 

"'Tis too late, 'tis too late!" Hawkeye exclaimed, dropping the uselesspiece in bitter disappointment; "the miscreant has struck the rapid; andhad 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 gaveforth the shout, which was the known signal of success. His cry wasanswered by a yell and a laugh from the woods, as tauntingly exulting asif fifty demons were uttering their blasphemies at the fall of someChristian soul. 

"Well may you laugh, ye children of the devil!" said the scout, seatinghimself on a projection of the rock, and suffering his gun to fallneglected at his feet, "for the three quickest and surest rifles inthese woods are no better than so many stalks of mullein, or the lastyear's horns of a buck!"

"What is to be done?" demanded Duncan, losing the first feeling ofdisappointment in a more manly desire for exertion; "what will become ofus?"

Hawkeye made no other reply than by passing his finger around the crownof his head, in a manner so significant, that none who witnessed theaction 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 opposetheir landing. "

"With what?" coolly demanded the scout. "The arrows of Uncas, or suchtears 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 atthe Mohicans, "let us remember we are men without a cross, and let usteach these natives of the forest that white blood can run as freely asred, when the appointed hour is come. "

Duncan turned quickly in the direction indicated by the other's eyes, and read a confirmation of his worst apprehensions in the conduct of theIndians. Chingachgook, placing himself in a dignified posture on anotherfragment of the rock, had already laid aside his knife and tomahawk, andwas in the act of taking the eagle's plume from his head, and smoothingthe solitary tuft of hair in readiness to perform its last and revoltingoffice. His countenance was composed, though thoughtful, while his darkgleaming eyes were gradually losing the fierceness of the combat in anexpression better suited to the change he expected momentarily toundergo. 

"Our case is not, cannot be so hopeless!" said Duncan; "even at thismoment succor may be at hand. I see no enemies! they have sickened of astruggle 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 stealupon us, and it is quite in natur' for them to be lying within hearingat this very moment, " said Hawkeye; "but come they will, and in such afashion as will leave us nothing to hope! Chingachgook"--he spoke inDelaware--"my brother, we have fought our last battle together, and theMaquas will triumph in the death of the sage man of the Mohicans, and ofthe pale-face, whose eyes can make night as day, and level the cloudsto the mists of the springs!"

"Let the Mingo women go weep over their slain!" returned the Indian, with characteristic pride and unmoved firmness; "the Great Snake of theMohicans has coiled himself in their wigwams, and has poisoned theirtriumph with the wailings of children whose fathers have not returned!Eleven warriors lie hid from the graves of their tribes since the snowshave melted, and none will tell where to find them when the tongue ofChingachgook shall be silent! Let them draw the sharpest knife, andwhirl the swiftest tomahawk, for their bitterest enemy is in theirhands. Uncas, topmost branch of a noble trunk, call on the cowards tohasten or their hearts will soften, and they will change to women!"

"They look among the fishes for their dead!" returned the low, softvoice 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 theDelawares laugh!"

"Ay, ay, " muttered the scout, who had listened to this peculiar burst ofthe natives with deep attention; "they have warmed their Indianfeelings, 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 thatI 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 naturalhorror had, until this moment, held her riveted to the rock; "the pathis open on every side; fly, then, to the woods, and call on God forsuccor. Go, brave men, we owe you too much already; let us no longerinvolve you in our hapless fortunes!"

"You but little know the craft of the Iroquois, lady, if you judge theyhave left the path open to the woods!" returned Hawkeye, who, however, immediately added in his simplicity, "the down stream current, it iscertain, might soon sweep us beyond the reach of their rifles or thesounds of their voices. "

"Then try the river. Why linger to add to the number of the victims ofour merciless enemies?"

"Why, " repeated the scout, looking about him proudly, "because it isbetter for a man to die at peace with himself than to live haunted by anevil conscience! What answer could we give Munro, when he asked us whereand how we left his children?"

"Go to him, and say, that you left them with a message to hasten totheir aid, " returned Cora, advancing nigher to the scout, in hergenerous ardor; "that the Hurons bear them into the northern wilds, butthat by vigilance and speed they may yet be rescued; and if, after all, it should please heaven that his assistance come too late, bear to him, "she continued, her voice gradually lowering, until it seemed nearlychoked, "the love, the blessings, the final prayers of his daughters, and bid him not mourn their early fate, but to look forward with humbleconfidence to the Christian's goal to meet his children. "

The hard, weather-beaten features of the scout began to work, and whenshe had ended, he dropped his chin to his hand, like a man musingprofoundly on the nature of the proposal. 

"There is reason in her words!" at length broke from his compressed andtrembling lips; "ay, and they bear the spirit of Christianity; whatmight be right and proper in a redskin, may be sinful in a man who hasnot even a cross in blood to plead for his ignorance. Chingachgook!Uncas! hear you the talk of the dark-eyed woman!"

He now spoke in Delaware to his companions, and his address, though calmand deliberate, seemed very decided. The elder Mohican heard him withdeep gravity, and appeared to ponder on his words, as though he felt theimportance of their import. After a moment of hesitation, he waved hishand in assent, and uttered the English word "Good!" with the peculiaremphasis of his people. Then, replacing his knife and tomahawk in hisgirdle, the warrior moved silently to the edge of the rock which wasmost concealed from the banks of the river. Here he paused a moment, pointed significantly to the woods below, and saying a few words in hisown language, as if indicating his intended route, he dropped into thewater, and sank from before the eyes of the witnesses of his movements. 

The scout delayed his departure to speak to the generous girl, whosebreathing became lighter as she saw the success of her remonstrance. 

"Wisdom is sometimes given to the young, as well as to the old, " hesaid; "and what you have spoken is wise, not to call it by a betterword. If you are led into the woods, that is such of you as may bespared for a while, break the twigs on the bushes as you pass, and makethe marks of your trail as broad as you can, when, if mortal eyes cansee them, depend on having a friend who will follow to the ends of 'arthafore he desarts you. "

He gave Cora an affectionate shake of the hand, lifted his rifle, andafter regarding it a moment with melancholy solicitude, laid itcarefully aside, and descended to the place where Chingachgook had justdisappeared. For an instant he hung suspended by the rock; and lookingabout him, with a countenance of peculiar care, he added, bitterly, "Hadthe powder held out, this disgrace could never have befallen!" then, loosening his hold, the water closed above his head, and he also becamelost to view. 

All eyes were now turned on Uncas, who stood leaning against the raggedrock, in immovable composure. After waiting a short time, Cora pointeddown 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 ofour release! Go, generous young man, " Cora continued, lowering her eyesunder the gaze of the Mohican, and, perhaps, with an intuitiveconsciousness of her power; "go to my father, as I have said, and be themost confidential of my messengers. Tell him to trust you with the meansto 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 ofgloom, but he no longer hesitated. With a noiseless step he crossed therock, and dropped into the troubled stream. Hardly a breath was drawn bythose he left behind, until they caught a glimpse of his head emergingfor air, far down the current, when he again sank, and was seen no more. 

These sudden and apparently successful experiments had all taken placein a few minutes of that time which had now become so precious. Afterthe last look at Uncas, Cora turned, and, with a quivering lip, addressed herself to Heyward:--

"I have heard of your boasted skill in the water, too, Duncan, " shesaid; "follow, then, the wise example set you by these simple andfaithful beings. "

"Is such the faith that Cora Munro would exact from her protector?" saidthe young man, smiling mournfully, but with bitterness. 

"This is not a time for idle subtleties and false opinions, " sheanswered; "but a moment when every duty should be equally considered. To us you can be of no further service here, but your precious life maybe saved for other and nearer friends. "

He made no reply, though his eyes fell wistfully on the beautiful formof Alice, who was clinging to his arm with the dependency of an infant. 

"Consider, " continued Cora, after a pause, during which she seemed tostruggle with a pang even more acute than any that her fears hadexcited, "that the worst to us can be but death; a tribute that all mustpay at the good time of God's appointment. "

"There are evils worse than death, " said Duncan, speaking hoarsely, andas if fretful at her importunity, "but which the presence of one whowould die in your behalf may avert. "

Cora ceased her entreaties; and, veiling her face in her shawl, drew thenearly insensible Alice after her into the deepest recess of the innercavern. 

CHAPTER IX. 

 "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 thecombat to the stillness that now reigned around him, acted on the heatedimagination of Heyward like some exciting dream. While all the imagesand events he had witnessed remained deeply impressed on his memory, hefelt a difficulty in persuading himself of their truth. Still ignorantof the fate of those who had trusted to the aid of the swift current, heat first listened intently to any signal, or sounds of alarm, whichmight announce the good or evil fortune of their hazardous undertaking. His attention was, however, bestowed in vain; for, with thedisappearance 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 abouthim, without consulting that protection from the rocks which just beforehad been so necessary to his safety. Every effort, however, to detectthe least evidence of the approach of their hidden enemies, was asfruitless as the inquiry after his late companions. The wooded banks ofthe rivers seemed again deserted by everything possessing animal life. The uproar which had so lately echoed through the vaults of the forestwas gone, leaving the rush of the waters to swell and sink on thecurrents of the air, in the unmingled sweetness of nature. A fish-hawk, which, secure on the topmost branches of a dead pine, had been a distantspectator of the fray, now stooped from his high and ragged perch, andsoared, in wide sweeps, above his prey; while a jay, whose noisy voicehad been stilled by the hoarser cries of the savages, ventured again toopen his discordant throat, as though once more in undisturbedpossession of his wild domains. Duncan caught from these naturalaccompaniments of the solitary scene a glimmering of hope; and he beganto rally his faculties to renewed exertions, with something like areviving confidence of success. 

"The Hurons are not to be seen, " he said, addressing David, who had byno means recovered from the effects of the stunning blow he hadreceived; "let us conceal ourselves in the cavern, and trust the rest toProvidence. "

"I remember to have united with two comely maidens, in lifting up ourvoices in praise and thanksgiving, " returned the bewilderedsinging-master; "since which time I have been visited by a heavyjudgment for my sins. I have been mocked with the likeness of sleep, while sounds of discord have rent my ears, such as might manifest thefulness 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 butthose of your own psalmody shall be excluded. "

"There is melody in the fall of the cataract, and the rushing of manywaters is sweet to the senses!" said David, pressing his hand confusedlyon his brow. "Is not the air yet filled with shrieks and cries, asthough the departed spirits of the damned--"

"Not now, not now, " interrupted the impatient Heyward, "they haveceased, 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 maycreate those sounds you love so well to hear. "

David smiled sadly, though not without a momentary gleam of pleasure, atthis allusion to his beloved vocation. He no longer hesitated to be ledto a spot which promised such unalloyed gratification to his weariedsenses; and, leaning on the arm of his companion, he entered the narrowmouth of the cave. Duncan seized a pile of the sassafras, which he drewbefore the passage, studiously concealing every appearance of anaperture. Within this fragile barrier he arranged the blankets abandonedby the foresters, darkening the inner extremity of the cavern, while itsouter received a chastened light from the narrow ravine, through whichone arm of the river rushed, to form the junction with its sisterbranch, a few rods below. 

"I like not that principle of the natives, which teaches them to submitwithout a struggle, in emergencies that appear desperate, " he said, while busied in this employment; "our own maxim, which says, 'while liferemains there is hope, ' is more consoling, and better suited to asoldier's temperament. To you, Cora, I will urge no words of idleencouragement; your own fortitude and undisturbed reason will teach youall that may become your sex; but cannot we dry the tears of thattrembling weeper on your bosom?"

"I am calmer, Duncan, " said Alice, raising herself from the arms of hersister, and forcing an appearance of composure through her tears; "muchcalmer, now. Surely, in this hidden spot we are safe, we are secret, free from injury; we will hope everything from those generous men whohave risked so much already in our behalf. "

"Now does our gentle Alice speak like a daughter of Munro!" saidHeyward, pausing to press her hand as he passed towards the outerentrance of the cavern. "With two such examples of courage before him, aman would be ashamed to prove other than a hero. " He then seated himselfin the centre of the cavern, grasping his remaining pistol with a handconvulsively clenched, while his contracted and frowning eye announcedthe sullen desperation of his purpose. "The Hurons, if they come, maynot gain our position so easily as they think, " he lowly muttered; anddropping his head back against the rock, he seemed to await the resultin patience, though his gaze was unceasingly bent on the open avenue totheir place of retreat. 

With the last sound of his voice, a deep, a long, and almost breathlesssilence succeeded. The fresh air of the morning had penetrated therecess, and its influence was gradually felt on the spirits of itsinmates. As minute after minute passed by, leaving them in undisturbedsecurity, the insinuating feeling of hope was gradually gainingpossession of every bosom, though each one felt reluctant to giveutterance to expectations that the next moment might so fearfullydestroy. 

David alone formed an exception to these varying emotions. A gleam oflight from the opening crossed his wan countenance, and fell upon thepages of the little volume, whose leaves he was again occupied inturning, as if searching for some song more fitted to their conditionthan any that had yet met his eye. He was, most probably, acting allthis time under a confused recollection of the promised consolation ofDuncan. At length, it would seem, his patient industry found its reward;for, without explanation or apology, he pronounced aloud the words "Isleof Wight, " drew a long, sweet sound from his pitch-pipe, and then ranthrough the preliminary modulations of the air, whose name he had justmentioned with the sweeter tones of his own musical voice. 

"May not this prove dangerous?" asked Cora, glancing her dark eye atMajor Heyward. 

"Poor fellow! his voice is too feeble to be heard amid the din of thefalls, " was the answer; "besides, the cavern will prove his friend. Lethim indulge his passion, since it may be done without hazard. "

"Isle of Wight!" repeated David, looking about him with that dignitywith which he had long been wont to silence the whispering echoes of hisschool; "'tis a brave tune, and set to solemn words; let it be sung withmeet respect!"

After allowing a moment of stillness, to enforce his discipline, thevoice of the singer was heard, in low, murmuring syllables, graduallystealing on the ear, until it filled the narrow vault with soundsrendered trebly thrilling by the feeble and tremulous utterance producedby his debility. The melody, which no weakness could destroy, graduallywrought its sweet influence on the senses of those who heard it. It evenprevailed over the miserable travesty of the song of David which thesinger had selected from a volume of similar effusions, and caused thesense to be forgotten in the insinuating harmony of the sounds. Aliceunconsciously dried her tears, and bent her melting eyes on the pallidfeatures of Gamut with an expression of chastened delight that sheneither affected nor wished to conceal. Cora bestowed an approving smileon the pious efforts of the namesake of the Jewish prince, and Heywardsoon turned his steady, stern look from the outlet of the cavern, tofasten it, with a milder character, on the face of David, or to meet thewandering beams which at moments strayed from the humid eyes of Alice. The open sympathy of the listeners stirred the spirit of the votary ofmusic, whose voice regained its richness and volume, without losing thattouching softness which proved its secret charm. Exerting his renovatedpowers to their utmost, he was yet filling the arches of the cave withlong and full tones, when a yell burst into the air without, thatinstantly stilled his pious strains, choking his voice suddenly, asthough 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; "thesound came from the centre of the island, and it has been produced bythe sight of their dead companions. We are not yet discovered, and thereis still hope. "

Faint and almost despairing as was the prospect of escape, the words ofDuncan were not thrown away, for it awakened the powers of the sistersin such a manner that they awaited the result in silence. A second yellsoon followed the first, when a rush of voices was heard pouring downthe island, from its upper to its lower extremity, until they reachedthe naked rock above the caverns, where, after a shout of savagetriumph, the air continued full of horrible cries and screams, such asman alone can utter, and he only when in a state of the fiercestbarbarity. 

The sounds quickly spread around them in every direction. Some called totheir fellows from the water's edge, and were answered from the heightsabove. Cries were heard in the startling vicinity of the chasm betweenthe two caves, which mingled with hoarser yells that arose out of theabyss of the deep ravine. In short, so rapidly had the savage soundsdiffused themselves over the barren rock, that it was not difficult forthe anxious listeners to imagine they could be heard beneath, as intruth they were above and on every side of them. 

In the midst of this tumult, a triumphant yell was raised within a fewyards of the hidden entrance to the cave. Heyward abandoned every hope, with the belief it was the signal that they were discovered. Again theimpression passed away, as he heard the voices collect near the spotwhere the white man had so reluctantly abandoned his rifle. Amid thejargon of the Indian dialects that he now plainly heard, it was easy todistinguish not only words, but sentences, in the _patois_ of theCanadas. A burst of voices had shouted simultaneously, "La LongueCarabine!" causing the opposite woods to re-echo with a name which, Heyward well remembered, had been given by his enemies to a celebratedhunter and scout of the English camp, and who, he now learnt for thefirst 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 whichwould seem to announce the death of its formidable owner. After avociferous consultation, which was, at times, deafened by bursts ofsavage joy, they again separated, filling the air with the name of afoe, whose body, Heyward could collect from their expressions, theyhoped to find concealed in some crevice of the island. 

"Now, " he whispered to the trembling sisters, "now is the moment ofuncertainty! if our place of retreat escape this scrutiny, we are stillsafe! In every event, we are assured, by what has fallen from ourenemies, that our friends have escaped, and in two short hours we maylook for succor from Webb. "

There were now a few minutes of fearful stillness, during which Heywardwell knew that the savages conducted their search with greater vigilanceand method. More than once he could distinguish their footsteps, as theybrushed the sassafras, causing the faded leaves to rustle, and thebranches to snap. At length, the pile yielded a little, a corner of theblanket fell, and a faint ray of light gleamed into the inner part ofthe cave. Cora folded Alice to her bosom in agony, and Duncan sprang tohis feet. A shout was at that moment heard, as if issuing from thecentre of the rock, announcing that the neighboring cavern had at lengthbeen entered. In a minute, the number and loudness of the voicesindicated that the whole party was collected in and around that secretplace. 

As the inner passages to the two caves were so close to each other, Duncan, believing that escape was no longer possible, passed David andthe sisters, to place himself between the latter and the first onset ofthe terrible meeting. Grown desperate by his situation, he drew nigh theslight barrier which separated him only by a few feet from hisrelentless pursuers, and placing his face to the casual opening, he evenlooked 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 theproceedings of his fellows. Beyond him again, Duncan could look into thevault opposite, which was filled with savages, upturning and rifling thehumble furniture of the scout. The wound of David had dyed the leaves ofsassafras with a color that the natives well knew was anticipating theseason. Over this sign of their success, they set up a howl, like anopening from so many hounds who had recovered a lost trail. After thisyell of victory, they tore up the fragrant bed of the cavern, and borethe branches into the chasm, scattering the boughs, as if they suspectedthem of concealing the person of the man they had so long hated andfeared. One fierce and wild-looking warrior approached the chiefbearing a load of the brush, and pointing, exultingly, to the deep redstains with which it was sprinkled, uttered his joy in Indian yells, whose meaning Heyward was only enabled to comprehend by the frequentrepetition of the name of "La Longue Carabine!" When his triumph hadceased, he cast the brush on the slight heap that Duncan had made beforethe entrance of the second cavern, and closed the view. His example wasfollowed by others, who, as they drew the branches from the cave of thescout, threw them into one pile, adding, unconsciously, to the securityof those they sought. The very slightness of the defence was its chiefmerit, for no one thought of disturbing a mass of brush, which all ofthem believed, in that moment of hurry and confusion, had beenaccidentally raised by the hands of their own party. 

As the blankets yielded before the outward pressure, and the branchessettled in the fissure of the rock by their own weight, forming acompact body, Duncan once more breathed freely. With a light step, andlighter heart, he returned to the centre of the cave, and took the placehe had left, where he could command a view of the opening next theriver. While he was in the act of making this movement, the Indians, asif changing their purpose by a common impulse, broke away from thecavern in a body, and were heard rushing up the island again, towardsthe point whence they had originally descended. Here another wailing crybetrayed that they were again collected around the bodies of their deadcomrades. 

Duncan now ventured to look at his companions; for, during the mostcritical moments of their danger, he had been apprehensive that theanxiety of his countenance might communicate some additional alarm tothose who were so little able to sustain it. 

"They are gone, Cora!" he whispered; "Alice, they are returned whencethey came, and we are saved! To Heaven, that has alone delivered us fromthe 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 arms of Cora, and casting herself withenthusiastic gratitude on the naked rock; "to that Heaven who has sparedthe tears of a gray-headed father; has saved the lives of those I somuch love--"

Both Heyward, and the more tempered Cora, witnessed the act ofinvoluntary emotion with powerful sympathy, the former secretlybelieving that piety had never worn a form so lovely as it had nowassumed in the youthful person of Alice. Her eyes radiant with the glowof grateful feelings; the flush of her beauty was again seated on hercheeks, and her whole soul seemed ready and anxious to pour out itsthanksgivings, through the medium of her eloquent features. But when herlips moved, the words they should have uttered appeared frozen by somenew and sudden chill. Her bloom gave place to the paleness of death; hersoft and melting eyes grew hard, and seemed contracting with horror;while those hands which she had raised, clasped in each other, towardsheaven, dropped in horizontal lines before her, the fingers pointedforward in convulsed motion. Heyward turned, the instant she gave adirection to his suspicions, and, peering just above the ledge whichformed the threshold of the open outlet of the cavern, he beheld themalignant, fierce, and savage features of Le Renard Subtil. 

In that moment of surprise, the self-possession of Heyward did notdesert him. He observed by the vacant expression of the Indian'scountenance, that his eye, accustomed to the open air, had not yet beenable to penetrate the dusky light which pervaded the depth of thecavern. He had even thought of retreating beyond a curvature in thenatural wall, which might still conceal him and his companions, when, bythe sudden gleam of intelligence that shot across the features of thesavage, he saw it was too late, and that they were betrayed. 

The look of exultation and brutal triumph which announced this terribletruth was irresistibly irritating. Forgetful of everything but theimpulses of his hot blood, Duncan levelled his pistol and fired. Thereport of the weapon made the cavern bellow like an eruption from avolcano; and when the smoke it vomited had been driven away before thecurrent of air which issued from the ravine, the place so latelyoccupied by the features of his treacherous guide was vacant. Rushing tothe outlet, Heyward caught a glimpse of his dark figure, stealing arounda low and narrow ledge, which soon hid him entirely from sight. 

Among the savages, a frightful stillness succeeded the explosion, whichhad just been heard bursting from the bowels of the rock. But when LeRenard raised his voice in a long and intelligible whoop, it wasanswered by a spontaneous yell from the mouth of every Indian withinhearing of the sound. The clamorous noises again rushed down theisland; and before Duncan had time to recover from the shock, his feeblebarrier of brush was scattered to the winds, the cavern was entered atboth its extremities, and he and his companions were dragged from theirshelter and borne into the day, where they stood surrounded by the wholeband of the triumphant Hurons. 

CHAPTER X. 

 "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 beganto make his observations on the appearance and proceedings of theircaptors. Contrary to the usages of the natives in the wantonness oftheir success, they had respected, not only the persons of the tremblingsisters, but his own. The rich ornaments of his military attire hadindeed been repeatedly handled by different individuals of the tribewith eyes expressing a savage longing to possess the baubles; but beforethe customary violence could be resorted to, a mandate in theauthoritative voice of the large warrior already mentioned, stayed theuplifted hand, and convinced Heyward that they were to be reserved forsome object of particular moment. 

While, however, these manifestations of weakness were exhibited by theyoung and vain of the party, the more experienced warriors continuedtheir search throughout both caverns, with an activity that denoted theywere far from being satisfied with those fruits of their conquest whichhad already been brought to light. Unable to discover any new victim, these diligent workers of vengeance soon approached their maleprisoners, pronouncing the name of "La Longue Carabine, " with afierceness that could not easily be mistaken. Duncan affected not tocomprehend the meaning of their repeated and violent interrogatories, while his companion was spared the effort of a similar deception by hisignorance of French. Wearied, at length, by their importunities, andapprehensive of irritating his captors by too stubborn a silence, theformer looked about him in quest of Magua; who might interpret hisanswers to questions which were at each moment becoming more earnest andthreatening. 

The conduct of this savage had formed a solitary exception to that ofall his fellows. While the others were busily occupied in seeking togratify their childish passion for finery, by plundering even themiserable effects of the scout, or had been searching, with suchbloodthirsty vengeance in their looks, for their absent owner, Le Renardhad stood at a little distance from the prisoners, with a demeanor soquiet and satisfied, as to betray that he had already effected the grandpurpose of this treachery. When the eyes of Heyward first met those ofhis recent guide, he turned them away in horror at the sinister thoughcalm 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 sametime, with a ferocious smile, on the bundle of leaves with which a woundon his own shoulder was bandaged. "La Longue Carabine! his rifle isgood, and his eye never shut; but, like the short gun of the whitechief, it is nothing against the life of Le Subtil!"

"Le Renard is too brave to remember the hurts received in war, or thehands that gave them!"

"Was it war, when the tired Indian rested at the sugar-tree to taste hiscorn! who filled the bushes with creeping enemies! who drew the knife!whose tongue was peace, while his heart was colored with blood! DidMagua say that the hatchet was out of the ground, and that his hand haddug it up?"

As Duncan dared not retort upon his accuser by reminding him of his ownpremeditated treachery, and disdained to deprecate his resentment by anywords of apology, he remained silent. Magua seemed also content to restthe controversy as well as all further communication there, for heresumed the leaning attitude against the rock, from which, in momentaryenergy, he had arisen. But the cry of "La Longue Carabine" was renewedthe instant the impatient savages perceived that the short dialogue wasended. 

"You hear, " said Magua, with stubborn indifference; "the red Hurons callfor the life of 'The Long Rifle, ' or they will have the blood of themthat keep him hid!"

"He is gone--escaped; 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 redmen knowhow to torture even the ghosts of their enemies. Where is his body? Letthe 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 withoutair! The white chief reads in his books, and he believes the Hurons arefools!"

"Though no fish, The Long Rifle can swim. He floated down the streamwhen the powder was all burnt, and when the eyes of the Hurons werebehind a cloud. "

"And why did the white chief stay?" demanded the still incredulousIndian. "Is he a stone that goes to the bottom, or does the scalp burnhis head?"

"That I am not a 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 toexcite the admiration of an Indian. "The white man thinks none butcowards desert their women. "

Magua muttered a few words, inaudibly, between his teeth, before hecontinued, aloud, --

"Can the Delawares swim, too, as well as crawl in the bushes? Where isLe Gros Serpent?"

Duncan, who perceived by the use of these Canadian appellations, thathis late companions were much better known to his enemies than tohimself, answered, reluctantly, "He also is gone down with the water. "

"Le Cerf Agile is not here?"

"I know not whom you call 'The Nimble Deer, '" said Duncan, gladlyprofiting by any excuse to create delay. 

"Uncas, " returned Magua, pronouncing the Delaware name with even greaterdifficulty than he spoke his English words. "'Bounding Elk' is what thewhite 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; _élan_ is the true term, when one would speak of anelk. "

"Yes, " muttered the Indian, in his native tongue; "the pale-faces areprattling women! they have two words for each thing, while a redskinwill make the sound of his voice speak for him. " Then changing hislanguage, he continued, adhering to the imperfect nomenclature of hisprovincial 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 leapedthe river to the woods?"

"If you mean the younger Delaware, he too is gone down with the water. "

As there was nothing improbable to an Indian in the manner of theescape, Magua admitted the truth of what he had heard, with a readinessthat afforded additional evidence how little he would prize suchworthless captives. With his companions, however, the feeling wasmanifestly different. 

The Hurons had awaited the result of this short dialogue withcharacteristic patience, and with a silence that increased until therewas a general stillness in the band. When Heyward ceased to speak, theyturned their eyes, as one man, on Magua, demanding, in this expressivemanner, an explanation of what had been said. Their interpreter pointedto the river, and made them acquainted with the result, as much by theaction as by the few words he uttered. When the fact was generallyunderstood, the savages raised a frightful yell, which declared theextent of their disappointment. Some ran furiously to the water's edge, beating the air with frantic gestures, while others spat upon theelement, to resent the supposed treason it had committed against theiracknowledged rights as conquerors. A few, and they not the leastpowerful and terrific of the band, threw lowering looks, in which thefiercest passion was only tempered by habitual self-command, at thosecaptives who still remained in their power; while one or two even gavevent to their malignant feelings by the most menacing gestures, againstwhich neither the sex nor the beauty of the sisters was any protection. The young soldier made a desperate, but fruitless effort, to spring tothe side of Alice, when he saw the dark hand of a savage twisted in therich tresses which were flowing in volumes over her shoulders, while aknife was passed around the head from which they fell, as if to denotethe horrid manner in which it was about to be robbed of its beautifulornament. But his hands were bound; and at the first movement he made, he felt the grasp of the powerful Indian who directed the band, pressinghis shoulder like a vise. Immediately conscious how unavailing anystruggle against such an overwhelming force must prove, he submitted tohis fate, encouraging his gentle companions by a few low and tenderassurances that the natives seldom failed to threaten more than theyperformed. 

But, while Duncan resorted to these words of consolation to quiet theapprehensions of the sisters, he was not so weak as to deceive himself. He well knew that the authority of an Indian chief was so littleconventional, that it was oftener maintained by physical superioritythan by any moral supremacy he might possess. The danger was, therefore, magnified exactly in proportion to the number of the savage spirits bywhich they were surrounded. The most positive mandate from him whoseemed the acknowledged leader, was liable to be violated at eachmoment, by any rash hand that might choose to sacrifice a victim to the_manes_ of some dead friend or relative. While, therefore, he sustainedan outward appearance of calmness and fortitude, his heart leaped intohis throat, whenever any of their fierce captors drew nearer than commonto the helpless sisters, or fastened one of their sullen wandering lookson those fragile forms which were so little able to resist the slightestassault. 

His apprehensions were, however, greatly relieved, when he saw that theleader had summoned his warriors to himself in council. Theirdeliberations were short, and it would seem, by the silence of most ofthe party, the decision unanimous. By the frequency with which the fewspeakers pointed in the direction of the encampment of Webb, it wasapparent they dreaded the approach of danger from that quarter. Thisconsideration probably hastened their determination, and quickened thesubsequent movements. 

During this short conference, Heyward, finding a respite from hisgreatest fears, had leisure to admire the cautious manner in which theHurons had made their approaches, even after hostilities had ceased. 

It has already been stated, that the upper half of the island was anaked rock, and destitute of any other defences than a few scatteredlogs of drift-wood. They had selected this point to make their descent, having borne the canoe through the wood around the cataract for thatpurpose. Placing their arms in the little vessel, a dozen men clingingto its sides had trusted themselves to the direction of the canoe, whichwas controlled by two of the most skilful warriors, in attitudes thatenabled them to command a view of the dangerous passage. Favored by thisarrangement, they touched the head of the island at that point which hadproved so fatal to their first adventures, but with the advantages ofsuperior numbers, and the possession of fire-arms. That such had beenthe manner of their descent was rendered quite apparent to Duncan; forthey now bore the light bark from the upper end of the rock, and placedit in the water, near the mouth of the outer cavern. As soon as thischange was made, the leader made signs to the prisoners to descend andenter. 

As resistance was impossible, and remonstrance useless, Heyward set theexample of submission, by leading the way into the canoe, where he wassoon seated with the sisters, and the still wondering David. Notwithstanding the Hurons were necessarily ignorant of the littlechannels among the eddies and rapids of the stream, they knew the commonsigns of such a navigation too well to commit any material blunder. Whenthe pilot chosen for the task of guiding the canoe had taken hisstation, the whole band plunged again into the river, the vessel glideddown the current, and in a few moments the captives found themselves onthe south bank of the stream, nearly opposite to the point where theyhad struck it the preceding evening. 

Here was held another short but earnest consultation, during which thehorses, 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 thecharger of Heyward, led the way directly across the river, followed bymost of his people, and disappeared in the woods, leaving the prisonersin charge of six savages, at whose head was Le Renard Subtil. Duncanwitnessed all their movements with renewed uneasiness. 

He had been fond of believing, from the uncommon forbearance of thesavages, that he was reserved as a prisoner to be delivered to Montcalm. As the thoughts of those who are in misery seldom slumber, and theinvention is never more lively than when it is stimulated by hope, however feeble and remote, he had even imagined that the parentalfeelings of Munro were to be made instrumental in seducing him from hisduty to the king. For though the French commander bore a high characterfor courage and enterprise, he was also thought to be expert in thosepolitical practices, which do not always respect the nicer obligationsof morality, and which so generally disgraced the European diplomacy ofthat period. 

All those busy and ingenious speculations were now annihilated by theconduct of his captors. That portion of the band who had followed thehuge warrior took the route towards the foot of the Horican, and noother expectation was left for himself and companions, than that theywere to be retained as hopeless captives by their savage conquerors. Anxious to know the worst, and willing, in such an emergency, to try thepotency of gold, he overcame his reluctance to speak to Magua. Addressing himself to his former guide, who had now assumed theauthority and manner of one who was to direct the future movements ofthe party, he said, in tones as friendly and confiding as he couldassume, --

"I would speak to Magua, what is fit only for so great a chief to hear. "

The Indian turned his eyes on the young soldier scornfully, as heanswered, --

"Speak; trees have no ears!"

"But the red Hurons are not deaf; and counsel that is fit for the greatmen of a nation would make the young warriors drunk. If Magua will notlisten, the officer of the king knows how to be silent. "

The savage spoke carelessly to his comrades, who were busied, aftertheir awkward manner, in preparing the horses for the reception of thesisters, 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 givento him by his Canada fathers, " commenced Heyward; "I see his wisdom, andall that he has done for us, and shall remember it, when the hour toreward him arrives. Yes! Renard has proved that he is not only a greatchief 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 partiesof the enemies, and that the Serpent could not steal through themwithout being seen? Then, did he not lose his path to blind the eyes ofthe Hurons? Did he not pretend to go back to his tribe, who had treatedhim ill, and driven him from their wigwams like a dog? And, when we sawwhat he wished to do, did we not aid him, by making a false face, thatthe Hurons might think the white man believed that his friend was hisenemy? Is not all this true? And when Le Subtil had shut the eyes andstopped the ears of his nation by his wisdom, did they not forget thatthey had once done him wrong, and forced him to flee to the Mohawks? Anddid they not leave him on the south side of the river, with theirprisoners, while they have gone foolishly on the north? Does not Renardmean to turn like a fox on his footsteps, and to carry to the rich andgray-headed Scotchman his daughters? Yes, Magua, I see it all, and Ihave already been thinking how so much wisdom and honesty should berepaid. First, the chief of William Henry will give as a great chiefshould for such a service. The medal[16] of Magua will no longer be oftin, but of beaten gold; his horn will run over with powder; dollarswill be as plenty in his pouch as pebbles on the shore of Horican; andthe deer will lick his hand, for they will know it to be vain to flyfrom the rifle he will carry! As for myself, I know not how to exceedthe gratitude of the Scotchman, but I--yes, I will--"

"What will the young chief who comes from towards the sun, give?"demanded the Huron, observing that Heyward hesitated in his desire toend the enumeration of benefits with that which might form the climax ofan Indian's wishes. 

"He will make the fire-water from the Islands in the salt lake flowbefore the wigwam of Magua, until the heart of the Indian shall belighter than the feathers of the humming-bird, and his breath sweeterthan the wild honeysuckle. "

Le Renard had listened gravely as Heyward slowly proceeded in his subtlespeech. When the young man mentioned the artifice he supposed the Indianto have practised on his own nation, the countenance of the listener wasveiled in an expression of cautious gravity. At the allusion to theinjury which Duncan affected to believe had driven the Huron from hisnative tribe, a gleam of such ungovernable ferocity flashed from theother's eyes, as induced the adventurous speaker to believe he hadstruck the proper chord. And by the time he reached the part where he soartfully blended the thirst of vengeance with the desire of gain, hehad, at least, obtained a command of the deepest attention of thesavage. The question put by Le Renard had been calm, and with all thedignity of an Indian; but it was quite apparent, by the thoughtfulexpression of the listener's countenance, that the answer was mostcunningly devised. The Huron mused a few moments, and then laying hishand on the rude bandages of his wounded shoulder, he said, with someenergy, --

"Do friends make such remarks?"

"Would La Longue Carabine cut one so light on an enemy?"

"Do the Delawares crawl upon those they love, like snakes, twistingthemselves to strike?"

"Would Le Gros Serpent have been heard by the ears of one he wished tobe 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?" returnedDuncan, smiling with well acted sincerity. 

Another long and deliberate pause succeeded these sententious questionsand ready replies. Duncan saw that the Indian hesitated. In order tocomplete his victory, he was in the act of recommencing the enumerationof 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 toanswer. "

Heyward, perceiving that the eyes of his companion were warily fastenedon the rest of the band, fell back immediately, in order to avoid theappearance of any suspicious confederacy with their leader. Maguaapproached the horses, and affected to be well pleased with thediligence and ingenuity of his comrades. He then signed to Heyward toassist the sisters into the saddles, for he seldom deigned to use theEnglish tongue, unless urged by some motive of more than usual moment. 

There was no longer any plausible pretext for delay; and Duncan wasobliged, however reluctantly, to comply. As he performed this office, hewhispered 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 beentaken 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 toretard the speed of the party; for he still turned his longing looks inthe direction of Fort Edward, in the vain expectation of catching somesound from that quarter of the forest, which might denote the approachof succor. 

When all were prepared, Magua made the signal to proceed, advancing infront to lead the party in person. Next followed David, who wasgradually coming to a true sense of his condition, as the effects of thewound became less and less apparent. The sisters rode in his rear, withHeyward at their side, while the Indians flanked the party, and broughtup the close of the march, with a caution that seemed never to tire. 

In this manner they proceeded in uninterrupted silence, except whenHeyward addressed some solitary word of comfort to the females, or Davidgave vent to the moanings of his spirit in piteous exclamations, whichhe intended should express the humility of resignation. Their directionlay towards the south, and in a course nearly opposite to the road toWilliam Henry. Notwithstanding this apparent adherence in Magua to theoriginal determination of his conquerors, Heyward could not believe histempting bait was so soon forgotten; and he knew the windings of anIndian path too well, to suppose that its apparent course led directlyto 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 watchedthe sun, as he darted his meridian rays through the branches of thetrees, and pined for the moment when the policy of Magua should changetheir route to one more favorable to his hopes. Sometimes he fancied thewary savage, despairing of passing the arm of Montcalm in safety, washolding his way towards a well-known border settlement, where adistinguished officer of the crown, and a favored friend of the SixNations, held his large possessions, as well as his usual residence. Tobe delivered into the hands of Sir William Johnson was far preferable tobeing led into the wilds of Canada; but in order to effect even theformer, it would be necessary to traverse the forest for many wearyleagues, each step of which was carrying him farther from the scene ofthe war, and, consequently, from the post, not only of honor, but ofduty. 

Cora alone remembered the parting injunctions of the scout, and wheneveran opportunity offered, she stretched forth her arm to bend aside thetwigs that met her hands. But the vigilance of the Indians rendered thisact of precaution both difficult and dangerous. She was often defeatedin her purpose, by encountering their watchful eyes, when it becamenecessary to feign an alarm she did not feel, and occupy the limb bysome gesture of feminine apprehension. Once, and once only, was shecompletely successful; when she broke down the bough of a large sumach, and, by a sudden thought, let her glove fall at the same instant. Thissign, intended for those that might follow, was observed by one of herconductors, who restored the glove, broke the remaining branches of thebush in such a manner that it appeared to proceed from the struggling ofsome beast in its branches, and then laid his hand on his tomahawk, witha look so significant, that it put an effectual end to these stolenmemorials of their passage. 

As there were horses, to leave the prints of their footsteps, in bothbands of the Indians, this interruption cut off any probable hopes ofassistance being conveyed through the means of their trail. 

Heyward would have ventured a remonstrance, had there been anythingencouraging in the gloomy reserve of Magua. But the savage, during allthis time, seldom turned to look at his followers, and never spoke. Withthe sun for his only guide, or aided by such blind marks as are onlyknown to the sagacity of a native, he held his way along the barrens ofpine, through occasional little fertile vales, across brooks andrivulets, and over undulating hills, with the accuracy of instinct, andnearly with the directness of a bird. He never seemed to hesitate. Whether the path was hardly distinguishable, whether it disappeared, orwhether it lay beaten and plain before him, made no sensible differencein his speed or certainty. It seemed as if fatigue could not affect him. Whenever the eyes of the wearied travellers rose from the decayed leavesover which they trod, his dark form was to be seen glancing among thestems of the trees in front, his head immovably fastened in a forwardposition, with the light plume on his crest fluttering in a current ofair, made solely by the swiftness of his own motion. 

But all this diligence and speed were not without an object. Aftercrossing a low vale, through which a gushing brook meandered, hesuddenly ascended a hill, so steep and difficult of ascent, that thesisters were compelled to alight, in order to follow. When the summitwas gained, they found themselves on a level spot, but thinly coveredwith trees, under one of which Magua had thrown his dark form, as ifwilling and ready to seek that rest which was so much needed by thewhole party. 

CHAPTER XI

 "Cursed by 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 inquestion was high and precipitous; its top flattened, as usual; but withone of its sides more than ordinarily irregular. It possessed no otherapparent advantage for a resting-place than in its elevation and form, which might render defence easy, and surprise nearly impossible. AsHeyward, however, no longer expected that rescue which time and distancenow rendered so improbable, he regarded these little peculiarities withan eye devoid of interest, devoting himself entirely to the comfort andcondolence of his feebler companions. The Narragansetts were suffered tobrowse on the branches of the trees and shrubs that were thinlyscattered over the summit of the hill, while the remains of theirprovisions were spread under the shade of a beech, that stretched itshorizontal limbs like a canopy above them. 

Notwithstanding the swiftness of their flight, one of the Indians hadfound an opportunity to strike a straggling fawn with an arrow, and hadborne the more preferable fragments of the victim patiently on hisshoulders, to the stopping-place. Without any aid from the science ofcookery, he was immediately employed, in common with his fellows, ingorging himself with this digestible sustenance. Magua alone sat apart, without participation in the revolting meal, and apparently buried inthe deepest thought. 

This abstinence, so remarkable in an Indian, when he possessed the meansof satisfying hunger, at length attracted the notice of Heyward. Theyoung man willingly believed that the Huron deliberated on the mosteligible manner of eluding the vigilance of his associates. With a viewto assist his plans, by any suggestion of his own, and to strengthen thetemptation, he left the beech, and straggled as if without an object, tothe spot where Le Renard was seated. 

"Has not Magua kept the sun in his face long enough to escape all dangerfrom the Canadians?" he asked, as though no longer doubtful of the goodintelligence established between them; "and will not the chief ofWilliam Henry be better pleased to see his daughters before anothernight may have hardened his heart to their loss, to make him lessliberal in his reward?"

"Do the pale-faces love their children less in the morning than atnight?" asked the Indian, coldly. 

"By no means, " returned Heyward, anxious to recall his error, if he hadmade one; "the white man may, and does often, forget the burial-place ofhis fathers; he sometimes ceases to remember those he should love andhas promised to cherish; but the affection of a parent for his child isnever permitted to die. "

"And is the heart of the white-headed chief soft, and will he think ofthe babes that his squaws have given him? He is hard to his warriors, and his eyes are made of stone!"

"He is severe to the idle and wicked, but to the sober and deserving heis a leader, but just and humane. I have known many fond and tenderparents, but never have I seen a man whose heart was softer towards hischild. You have seen the gray-head in front of his warriors, Magua; butI have seen his eyes swimming in water, when he spoke of those childrenwho are now in your power!"

Heyward paused, for he knew not how to construe the remarkableexpression that gleamed across the swarthy features of the attentiveIndian. At first it seemed as if the remembrance of the promised rewardgrew vivid in his mind, while he listened to the sources of parentalfeeling which were to assure its possession; but as Duncan proceeded, the expression of joy became so fiercely malignant, that it wasimpossible not to apprehend it proceeded from some passion more sinisterthan avarice. 

"Go, " said the Huron, suppressing the alarming exhibition in an instant, in a death-like calmness of countenance; "go to the dark-haireddaughter, and say, Magua waits to speak. The father will remember whatthe child promises. "

Duncan, who interpreted this speech to express a wish for someadditional pledge that the promised gifts should not be withheld, slowly and reluctantly repaired to the place where the sisters were nowresting from their fatigue, to communicate its purport to Cora. 

"You understand the nature of an Indian's wishes, " he concluded, as heled her towards the place where she was expected, "and must be prodigalof your offers of powder and blankets. Ardent spirits are, however, themost prized by such as he; nor would it be amiss to add some boon fromyour own hand, with that grace you so well know how to practise. Remember, Cora, that on your presence of mind and ingenuity even yourlife, 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 prizeto be seized by any enemy who may possess the power. I have no father toexpect me, and but few friends to lament a fate which I have courtedwith the insatiable longings of youth after distinction. But hush! weapproach the Indian. Magua, the lady with whom you wish to speak ishere. "

The Indian rose slowly from his seat, and stood for near a minute silentand 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, Cora said, with acalm smile--

"You hear, Heyward, and delicacy at least should urge you to retire. Goto Alice, and comfort her with our reviving prospects. "

She waited until he had departed, and then turning to the native, withthe dignity of her sex in her voice and manner, she added, "What wouldLe Renard say to the daughter of Munro?"

"Listen, " said the Indian, laying his hand firmly upon her arm, as ifwilling to draw her utmost attention to his words; a movement that Coraas 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 runoff in the streams, before he saw a pale-face; and he was happy! Thenhis Canada fathers came into the woods, and taught him to drink thefire-water, and he became a rascal. The Hurons drove him from the gravesof his fathers, as they would chase the hunted buffalo. He ran down theshores of the lakes, and followed their outlet to the 'city of cannon. 'There he hunted and fished, till the people chased him again through thewoods into the arms of his enemies. The chief, who was born a Huron, wasat last a warrior among the Mohawks!"

"Something like this I had heard before, " said Cora, observing that hepaused to suppress those passions which began to burn with too bright aflame, as he recalled the recollection of his supposed injuries. 

"Was it the fault of Le Renard that his head was not made of rock? Whogave him the fire-water? 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, whoseshades of countenance may resemble mine?" Cora calmly demanded of theexcited savage. 

"No; Magua is a man, and not a fool; such as you never open their lipsto the burning stream: the Great Spirit has given you wisdom!"

"What then have I to do, or say, in the matter of your misfortunes, notto say of your errors?"

"Listen, " repeated the Indian, resuming his earnest attitude; "when hisEnglish and French fathers dug up the hatchet, Le Renard struck thewar-post of the Mohawks, and went out against his own nation. Thepale-faces have driven the redskins from their hunting-grounds, and nowwhen they fight, a white man leads the way. The old chief at Horican, your father, was the great captain of our war-party. He said to theMohawks do this, and do that, and he was minded. He made a law, that ifan Indian swallowed the fire-water, and came into the cloth wigwams ofhis warriors, it should not be forgotten. Magua foolishly opened hismouth, and the hot liquor led him into the cabin of Munro. What did thegray-head? 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 mostferocious expression at her unyielding countenance; "is it justice tomake evil, and then punish for it? Magua was not himself; it was thefire-water that spoke and acted for him! but Munro did not believe it. The Huron chief was tied up before all the pale-faced warriors, andwhipped like a dog. "

Cora remained silent, for she knew not how to palliate this imprudentseverity on the part of her father, in a manner to suit thecomprehension of an Indian. 

"See!" continued Magua, tearing aside the slight calico that veryimperfectly concealed his painted breast; "here are scars given byknives and bullets--of these a warrior may boast before his nation; butthe gray-head has left marks on the back of the Huron chief, that hemust hide, like a squaw, under this painted cloth of the whites. "

"I had thought, " resumed Cora, "that an Indian warrior was patient, andthat his spirit felt not, and knew not, the pain his body suffered. "

"When the Chippewas tied Magua to the stake, and cut this gash, " saidthe other, laying his finger on a deep scar, "the Huron laughed in theirfaces, and told them, Women struck so light! His spirit was then in theclouds! But when he felt the blows of Munro, his spirit lay under thebirch. The spirit of a Huron is never drunk; it remembers forever!"

"But it may be appeased. If my father has done you this injustice, showhim 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 muchdespised. 

"What would you have?" continued Cora, after a most painful pause, whilethe conviction forced itself on her mind that the too sanguine andgenerous Duncan had been cruelly deceived by the cunning of the savage. 

"What a Huron loves--good for good; bad for bad!"

"You would then revenge the injury inflicted by Munro on his helplessdaughters. Would it not be more like a man to go before his face, andtake the satisfaction of a warrior?"

"The arms of the pale-faces are long, and their knives sharp!" returnedthe savage, with a malignant laugh: "why should Le Renard go among themuskets of his warriors, when he holds the spirit of the gray-head inhis hand?"

"Name your intention, Magua, " said Cora, struggling with herself tospeak with steady calmness. "Is it to lead us prisoners to the woods, ordo you contemplate even some greater evil? Is there no reward, no meansof palliating the injury, and of softening your heart? At least, releasemy gentle sister, and pour out all your malice on me. Purchase wealth byher safety, and satisfy your revenge with a single victim. The loss ofboth of his daughters might bring the aged man to his grave, and wherewould then be the satisfaction of Le Renard?"

"Listen, " said the Indian again. "The light eyes can go back to theHorican, and tell the old chief what has been done, if the dark-hairedwoman will swear by the Great Spirit of her fathers to tell no lie. "

"What must I promise?" demanded Cora, still maintaining a secretascendency over the fierce native, by the collected and feminine dignityof her presence. 

"When Magua left his people, his wife was given to another chief; he hasnow made friends with the Hurons, and will go back to the graves of histribe, on the shores of the great lake. Let the daughter of the Englishchief 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, sufficientself-command to reply, without betraying the weakness. 

"And what pleasure would Magua find in sharing his cabin with a wife hedid not love; one who would be of a nation and color different from hisown? It would be better to take the gold of Munro, and buy the heart ofsome Huron maid with his gifts. "

The Indian made no reply for near a minute, but bent his fierce looks onthe countenance of Cora, in such wavering glances, that her eyes sankwith shame, under an impression that, for the first time, they hadencountered an expression that no chaste female might endure. While shewas shrinking within herself, in dread of having her ears wounded bysome proposal still more shocking than the last, the voice of Maguaanswered, in its tones of deepest malignancy--

"When the blows scorched the back of the Huron, he would know where tofind a woman to feel the smart. The daughter of Munro would draw hiswater, hoe his corn, and cook his venison. The body of the gray-headwould sleep among his cannon, but his heart would lie within reach ofthe knife of Le Subtil. "

"Monster! well dost thou deserve thy treacherous name!" cried Cora, inan ungovernable burst of filial indignation. "None but a fiend couldmeditate such a vengeance! But thou overratest thy power! You shall findit is, in truth, the heart of Munro you hold, and that it will defy yourutmost malice!"

The Indian answered this bold defiance by a ghastly smile, that showedan unaltered purpose, while he motioned her away, as if to close theconference forever. Cora, already regretting her precipitation, wasobliged to comply, for Magua instantly left the spot, and approached hisgluttonous comrades. Heyward flew to the side of the agitated female, and demanded the result of a dialogue that he had watched at a distancewith so much interest. But unwilling to alarm the fears of Alice, sheevaded a direct reply, betraying only by her countenance her utter wantof success, and keeping her anxious looks fastened on the slightestmovements of their captors. To the reiterated and earnest questions ofher sister, concerning their probable destination, she made no otheranswer than by pointing towards the dark group, with an agitation shecould not control, and murmuring, as she folded Alice to her bosom--

"There, there; read our fortunes in their faces; we shall see; we shallsee!"

The action, and the choked utterance of Cora, spoke more impressivelythan any words, and quickly drew the attention of her companions on thatspot where her own was riveted with an intenseness that nothing but theimportance of the stake could create. 

When Magua reached the cluster of lolling savages, who, gorged withtheir disgusting meal, lay stretched on the earth in brutal indulgence, he commenced speaking with the dignity of an Indian chief. The firstsyllables he uttered had the effect to cause his listeners to raisethemselves in attitudes of respectful attention. As the Huron used hisnative language, the prisoners, notwithstanding the caution of thenatives had kept them within the swing of their tomahawks, could onlyconjecture the substance of his harrangue, from the nature of thosesignificant gestures with which an Indian always illustrates hiseloquence. 

At first, the language, as well as the action of Magua, appeared calmand deliberate. When he had succeeded in sufficiently awakening theattention of his comrades, Heyward fancied, by his pointing sofrequently towards the direction of the great lakes, that he spoke ofthe land of their fathers, and of their distant tribe. Frequentindications of applause escaped the listeners, who, as they uttered theexpressive "Hugh!" looked at each other in commendation of the speaker. Le Renard was too skilful to neglect his advantage. He now spoke of thelong and painful route by which they had left those spacious grounds andhappy villages, to come and battle against the enemies of theirCanadian fathers. He enumerated the warriors of the party; theirseveral merits; their frequent services to the nation; their wounds, andthe number of the scalps they had taken. Whenever he alluded to anypresent (and the subtle Indian neglected none), the dark countenance ofthe flattered individual gleamed with exultation, nor did he evenhesitate to assert the truth of the words, by gestures of applause andconfirmation. Then the voice of the speaker fell, and lost the loud, animated tones of triumph with which he had enumerated their deeds ofsuccess and victory. He described the cataract of Glenn's; theimpregnable position of its rocky island, with its caverns, and itsnumerous 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 aloud and long yell, with which the hated appellation was received. Hepointed towards the youthful military captive, and described the deathof a favorite warrior, who had been precipitated into the deep ravine byhis hand. He not only mentioned the fate of him who, hanging betweenheaven and earth, had presented such a spectacle of horror to the wholeband, but he acted anew the terrors of his situation, his resolution andhis death, on the branches of a sapling; and, finally, he rapidlyrecounted the manner in which each of their friends had fallen, neverfailing to touch upon their courage, and their most acknowledgedvirtues. When this recital of events was ended, his voice once morechanged, and became plaintive, and even musical, in its low gutturalsounds. He now spoke of the wives and children of the slain; theirdestitution; their misery, both physical and moral; their distance; and, at last, of their unavenged wrongs. Then suddenly lifting his voice to apitch of terrific energy, he concluded, by demanding, --

"Are the Hurons dogs to bear this? Who shall say to the wife of Menowguathat the fishes have his scalp, and that his nation have not takenrevenge! Who will dare meet the mother of Wassawattimie, that scornfulwoman, with his hands clean! What shall be said to the old men when theyask us for scalps, and we have not a hair from a white head to givethem! The women will point their fingers at us. There is a dark spot onthe names of the Hurons, and it must be hid in blood!"

His voice was no longer audible in the burst of rage which now brokeinto the air, as if the wood, instead of containing so small a band, wasfilled with the nation. During the foregoing address the progress of thespeaker was too plainly read by those most interested in his success, through the medium of the countenances of the men he addressed. They hadanswered his melancholy and mourning by sympathy and sorrow; hisassertions, by gestures of confirmation; and his boastings, with theexultation of savages. When he spoke of courage, their looks were firmand responsive; when he alluded to their injuries, their eyes kindledwith fury; when he mentioned the taunts of the women, they dropped theirheads in shame; but when he pointed out their means of vengeance, hestruck 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 bandsprang upon their feet as one man; giving utterance to their rage in themost frantic cries, they rushed upon their prisoners in a body withdrawn knives and uplifted tomahawks. Heyward threw himself between thesisters and the foremost, whom he grappled with a desperate strengththat for a moment checked his violence. This unexpected resistance gaveMagua time to interpose, and with rapid enunciation and animatedgesture, he drew the attention of the band again to himself. In thatlanguage he knew so well how to assume, he diverted his comrades fromtheir instant purpose, and invited them to prolong the misery of theirvictims. His proposal was received with acclamations, and executed withthe swiftness of thought. 

Two powerful warriors cast themselves on Heyward, while another wasoccupied in securing the less active singing-master. Neither of thecaptives, however, submitted without a desperate though fruitlessstruggle. Even David hurled his assailant to the earth; nor was Heywardsecured until the victory over his companion enabled the Indians todirect their united force to that object. He was then bound and fastenedto the body of the sapling, on whose branches Magua had acted thepantomime of the falling Huron. When the young soldier regained hisrecollection, he had the painful certainty before his eyes that a commonfate was intended for the whole party. On his right was Cora, in adurance similar to his own, pale and agitated, but with an eye, whosesteady look still read the proceedings of their enemies. On his left, the withes which bound her to a pine, performed that office for Alicewhich her trembling limbs refused, and alone kept her fragile form fromsinking. Her hands were clasped before her in prayer, but instead oflooking upwards towards that power which alone could rescue them, herunconscious looks wandered to the countenance of Duncan with infantiledependency. David had contended, and the novelty of the circumstanceheld him silent, in deliberation on the propriety of the unusualoccurrence. 

The vengeance of the Hurons had now taken a new direction, and theyprepared to execute it with that barbarous ingenuity with which theywere familiarized by the practice of centuries. Some sought knots, toraise the blazing pile; one was riving the splinters of pine, in orderto pierce the flesh of their captives with the burning fragments; andothers bent the tops of two saplings to the earth, in order to suspendHeyward by the arms between the recoiling branches. But the vengeance ofMagua sought a deeper and a more malignant enjoyment. 

While the less refined monsters of the band prepared, before the eyes ofthose who were to suffer, these well known and vulgar means of torture, he approached Cora, and pointed out, with the most malign expression ofcountenance, the speedy fate that awaited her:--

"Ha!" he added, "what says the daughter of Munro? Her head is too goodto find a pillow in the wigwam of Le Renard; will she like it betterwhen it rolls about this hill a plaything for the wolves? Her bosomcannot nurse the children of a Huron; she will see it spit upon byIndians!"

"What means the monster!" demanded the astonished Heyward. 

"Nothing!" was the firm reply. "He is a savage, a barbarous and ignorantsavage, and knows not what he does. Let us find leisure, with our dyingbreath, to ask for him penitence and pardon. "

"Pardon!" echoed the fierce Huron, mistaking, in his anger, the meaningof her words; "the memory of an Indian is longer than the arm of thepale-faces; his mercy shorter than their justice! Say; shall I send theyellow 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 notcontrol. 

"Leave me, " she said, with a solemnity that for a moment checked thebarbarity of the Indian; "you mingle bitterness in my prayers; you standbetween me and my God!"

The slight impression produced on the savage was, however, soonforgotten, and he continued pointing, with taunting irony, towardsAlice. 

"Look! the child weeps! She is young to die! Send her to Munro, to combhis gray hairs, and keep life in the heart of the old man. "

Cora could not resist the desire to look upon her youthful sister, inwhose eyes she met an imploring glance, that betrayed the longings ofnature. 

"What says he, dearest Cora?" asked the trembling voice of Alice. "Didhe speak of sending me to our father?"

For many moments the elder sister looked upon the younger, with acountenance that wavered with powerful and contending emotions. Atlength she spoke, though her tones had lost their rich and calm fulness, 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, toour friends--to our father--to our heart-stricken, childless father, ifI will bow down this rebellious, stubborn pride of mine, and consent--"

Her voice became choked, and clasping her hands, she looked upward, asif seeking, in her agony, intelligence from a wisdom that was infinite. 

"Say on, " cried Alice; "to what, dearest Cora? O, that the proffer weremade 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 a firmer voice, "that were easy!Perhaps the alternative may not be less so. He would have me, " shecontinued, her accents sinking under a deep consciousness of thedegradation of the proposal, "follow him to the wilderness; go to thehabitations 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 bepurchased by such a sacrifice? Will you, Alice, receive it at my handsat 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! youjest with our misery! Name not the horrid alternative again; the thoughtitself is worse than a thousand deaths. "

"That such would be _your_ answer, I well knew!" exclaimed Cora, hercheeks flushing, and her dark eyes once more sparkling with thelingering emotions of a woman. "What says my Alice? for her will Isubmit without another murmur. "

Although both Heyward and Cora listened with painful suspense and thedeepest attention, no sounds were heard in reply. It appeared as if thedelicate and sensitive form of Alice would shrink into itself, as shelistened to this proposal. Her arms had fallen lengthwise before her, the fingers moving in slight convulsions; her head dropped upon herbosom, and her whole person seemed suspended against the tree, lookinglike some beautiful emblem of the wounded delicacy of her sex, devoid ofanimation, and yet keenly conscious. In a few moments, however, her headbegan 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 theunresisting speaker, and gnashing his teeth with a rage that could nolonger be bridled, at this sudden exhibition of firmness in the one hebelieved the weakest of the party. The axe cleaved the air in front ofHeyward, and cutting some of the flowing ringlets of Alice, quivered inthe tree above her head. The sight maddened Duncan to desperation. Collecting all his energies in one effort, he snapped the twigs whichbound him and rushed upon another savage who was preparing with loudyells, and a more deliberate aim, to repeat the blow. They encountered, grappled, and fell to the earth together. The naked body of hisantagonist afforded Heyward no means of holding his adversary, whoglided from his grasp, and rose again with one knee on his chest, pressing him down with the weight of a giant. Duncan already saw theknife gleaming in the air, when a whistling sound swept past him, andwas rather accompanied, than followed, by the sharp crack of a rifle. Hefelt his breast relieved from the load it had endured; he saw the savageexpression of his adversary's countenance change to a look of vacantwildness, when the Indian fell dead on the faded leaves by his side. 

CHAPTER XII

 "_Clo. _--I am gone, sir, And anon, sir, I'll be with you again. "

 _Twelfth Night. _

The Hurons stood aghast at this sudden visitation of death on one oftheir band. But, as they regarded the fatal accuracy of an aim which haddared to immolate an enemy at so much hazard to a friend, the name of"La Longue Carabine" burst simultaneously from every lip, and wassucceeded by a wild and a sort of plaintive howl. The cry was answeredby a loud shout from a little thicket, where the incautious party hadpiled their arms; and at the next moment, Hawkeye, too eager to load therifle he had regained, was seen advancing upon them, brandishing theclubbed weapon, and cutting the air with wide and powerful sweeps. Boldand rapid as was the progress of the scout, it was exceeded by that of alight and vigorous form which, bounding past him, leaped, withincredible activity and daring, into the very centre 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 couldfollow these unexpected and audacious movements, an image, armed in theemblematic panoply of death, glided before their eyes, and assumed athreatening attitude at the other's side. The savage tormentors recoiledbefore these warlike intruders, and uttered as they appeared in suchquick succession, the often repeated and peculiar exclamation ofsurprise, followed by the well known and dreaded appellations of--

"Le Cerf Agile! Le Gros Serpent!"

But the wary and vigilant leader of the Hurons was not so easilydisconcerted. Casting his keen eyes around the little plain, hecomprehended the nature of the assault at a glance, and encouraging hisfollowers by his voice as well as by his example, he unsheathed his longand dangerous knife, and rushed with a loud whoop upon the expectingChingachgook. It was the signal for a general combat. Neither party hadfire-arms, and the contest was to be decided in the deadliest manner;hand to hand, with weapons of offence, and none of defence. 

Uncas answered the whoop, and leaping on an enemy, with a single, welldirected blow of his tomahawk, cleft him to the brain. Heyward tore theweapon of Magua from the sapling, and rushed eagerly towards the fray. As the combatants were now equal in number, each singled an opponentfrom the adverse band. The rush and blows passed with the fury of awhirlwind, and the swiftness of lightning. Hawkeye soon got anotherenemy within reach of his arm, and with one sweep of his formidableweapon he beat down the slight and inartificial defences of hisantagonist, crushing him to the earth with the blow. Heyward ventured tohurl the tomahawk he had seized, too ardent to await the moment ofclosing. It struck the Indian he had selected on the forehead, andchecked for an instant his onward rush. Encouraged by this slightadvantage, the impetuous young man continued his onset, and sprang uponhis enemy with naked hands. A single instant was enough to assure him ofthe rashness of the measure, for he immediately found himself fullyengaged, with all his activity and courage, in endeavoring to ward thedesperate thrusts made with the knife of the Huron. Unable longer tofoil an enemy so alert and vigilant, he threw his arms about him, andsucceeded in pinning the limbs of the other to his side, with an irongrasp, but one that was far too exhausting to himself to continue long. In this extremity he heard a voice near him, shouting--

"Extarminate the varlets! no quarter to an accursed Mingo!"

At the next moment, the breech of Hawkeye's rifle fell on the naked headof his adversary, whose muscles appeared to wither under the shock, ashe sank from the arms of Duncan, flexible and motionless. 

When Uncas had brained his first antagonist, he turned, like a hungrylion, to seek another. The fifth and only Huron disengaged at the firstonset had paused a moment, and then seeing that all around him wereemployed in the deadly strife, he sought, with hellish vengeance, tocomplete the baffled work of revenge. Raising a shout of triumph, hesprang towards the defenceless Cora, sending his keen axe, as thedreadful precursor of his approach. The tomahawk grazed her shoulder, and cutting the withes which bound her to the tree, left the maiden atliberty to fly. She eluded the grasp of the savage, and reckless of herown safety, threw herself on the bosom of Alice, striving withconvulsed and ill-directed fingers, to tear asunder the twigs whichconfined the person of her sister. Any other than a monster would haverelented at such an act of generous devotion to the best and purestaffection; 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 brutalviolence to her knees. The savage drew the flowing curls through hishand, and raising them on high with an outstretched arm, he passed theknife around the exquisitely moulded head of his victim, with a tauntingand exulting laugh. But he purchased this moment of fierce gratificationwith the loss of the fatal opportunity. It was just then the sightcaught the eye of Uncas. Bounding from his footsteps he appeared for aninstant darting through the air, and descending in a ball he fell on thechest of his enemy, driving him many yards from the spot, headlong andprostrate. The violence of the exertion cast the young Mohican at hisside. They arose together, fought, and bled, each in his turn. But theconflict was soon decided; the tomahawk of Heyward and the rifle ofHawkeye descended on the skull of the Huron, at the same moment that theknife of Uncas reached his heart. 

The battle was now entirely terminated, with the exception of theprotracted struggle between Le Renard Subtil and Le Gros Serpent. Welldid these barbarous warriors prove that they deserved those significantnames which had been bestowed for deeds in former wars. When theyengaged, some little time was lost in eluding the quick and vigorousthrusts which had been aimed at their lives. Suddenly darting on eachother, they closed, and came to the earth, twisted together like twiningserpents, in pliant and subtle folds. At the moment when the victorsfound themselves unoccupied, the spot where these experienced anddesperate combatants lay, could only be distinguished by a cloud of dustand leaves which moved from the centre of the little plain towards itsboundary, as if raised by the passage of a whirlwind. Urged by thedifferent 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. Invain did Uncas dart around the cloud, with a wish to strike his knifeinto the heart of his father's foe; the threatening rifle of Hawkeye wasraised and suspended in vain, while Duncan endeavored to seize thelimbs of the Huron with hands that appeared to have lost their power. Covered, as they were, with dust and blood, the swift evolutions of thecombatants seemed to incorporate their bodies into one. The death-likelooking figure of the Mohican, and the dark form of the Huron, gleamedbefore their eyes in such quick and confused succession, that thefriends of the former knew not where nor when to plant the succoringblow. It is true there were short and fleeting moments, when the fieryeyes of Magua were seen glittering, like the fabled organs of thebasilisk, through the dusty wreath by which he was enveloped, and heread by those short and deadly glances the fate of the combat in thepresence of his enemies; ere, however, any hostile hand could descend onhis devoted head, its place was filled by the scowling visage ofChingachgook. In this manner the scene of the combat was removed fromthe centre of the little plain to its verge. The Mohican now found anopportunity to make a powerful thrust with his knife; Magua suddenlyrelinquished his grasp, and fell backward without motion, and seeminglywithout life. His adversary leaped on his feet, making the arches of theforest ring with the sounds of triumph. 

"Well done for the Delawares! victory to the Mohican!" cried Hawkeye, once more elevating the butt of the long and fatal rifle; "a finishingblow from a man without a cross will never tell against his honor, norrob him of his right to the scalp. "

But, at the very moment when the dangerous weapon was in the act ofdescending, the subtle Huron rolled swiftly from beneath the danger, over the edge of the precipice, and falling on his feet, was seenleaping, with a single bound, into the centre of a thicket of lowbushes, which clung along its sides. The Delawares, who had believedtheir enemy dead, uttered their exclamation of surprise, and werefollowing with speed and clamor, like hounds in open view of the deer, when a shrill and peculiar cry from the scout instantly changed theirpurpose, and recalled them to the summit of the hill. 

"'Twas like himself, " cried the inveterate forester, whose prejudicescontributed so largely to veil his natural sense of justice in allmatters which concerned the Mingos; "a lying and deceitful varlet as heis. An honest Delaware now, being fairly vanquished, would have lainstill, and been knocked on the head, but these knavish Maquas cling tolife like so many cats-o'-the-mountain. Let him go--let him go; 'tis butone man, and he without rifle or bow, many a long mile from his Frenchcommerades; and, like a rattler that has lost his fangs, he can do nofurther mischief, until such time as he, and we too, may leave theprints of our moccasins over a long reach of sandy plain. See, Uncas, "he added, in Delaware, "your father is flaying the scalps already. Itmay be well to go round and feel the vagabonds that are left, or we mayhave another of them loping through the woods, and screeching like a jaythat has been winged. "

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE FIGHT IN THE FOREST

_The battle was now entirely terminated, with the exception of theprotracted struggle between Le Renard Subtil and Le Gros Serpent_]

So saying, the honest, but implacable scout, made the circuit of thedead, into whose senseless bosoms he thrust his long knife, with as muchcoolness as though they had been so many brute carcasses. He had, however, been anticipated by the elder Mohican, who had already torn theemblems of victory from the unresisting heads of the slain. 

But Uncas, denying his habits, we had almost said his nature, flew withinstinctive delicacy, accompanied by Heyward, to the assistance of thefemales, and quickly releasing Alice, placed her in the arms of Cora. Weshall not attempt to describe the gratitude to the Almighty Disposer ofevents which glowed in the bosoms of the sisters, who were thusunexpectedly restored to life and to each other. Their thanksgivingswere deep and silent; the offerings of their gentle spirits, burningbrightest and purest on the secret altars of their hearts; and theirrenovated and more earthly feelings exhibiting themselves in long andfervent, though speechless caresses. As Alice rose from her knees, whereshe had sunk by the side of Cora, she threw herself on the bosom of thelatter; and sobbed aloud the name of their aged father, while her soft, dove-like eyes sparkled with the rays of hope. 

"We are saved! we are saved!" she murmured; "to return to the arms ofour dear, dear father, and his heart will not be broken with grief. Andyou too, Cora, my sister; my more than sister, my mother; you too arespared. And Duncan, " she added, looking round upon the youth with asmile of ineffable innocence, "even our own brave and noble Duncan hasescaped without a hurt. "

To these ardent and nearly incoherent words Cora made no other answerthan by straining the youthful speaker to her heart, as she bent overher, in melting tenderness. The manhood of Heyward felt no shame indropping tears over this spectacle of affectionate rapture; and Uncasstood, fresh and blood-stained from the combat, a calm, and, apparently, an unmoved looker-on, it is true, but with eyes that had already losttheir fierceness, and were beaming with a sympathy that elevated him farabove the intelligence, and advanced him probably centuries before thepractices of his nation. 

During this display of emotions so natural in their situation, Hawkeye, whose vigilant distrust had satisfied itself that the Hurons, whodisfigured the heavenly scene, no longer possessed the power tointerrupt its harmony, approached David, and liberated him from thebonds he had, until that moment, endured with the most exemplarypatience. 

"There, " exclaimed the scout, casting the last withe behind him, "youare once more master of your own limbs, though you seem not to use themwith greater judgment than that in which they were first fashioned. Ifadvice from one who is not older than yourself, but who having livedmost of his time in the wilderness, may be said to have experiencebeyond his years, will give no offence, you are welcome to my thoughts;and these are, to part with the little tooting instrument in your jacketto the first fool you meet with, and buy some useful we'pon with themoney, if it be only the barrel of a horseman's pistol. By industry andcare, you might thus come to some prefarment; for by this time, I shouldthink, your eyes would plainly tell you that a carrion crow is a betterbird than a mocking thresher. The one will, at least, remove foul sightsfrom before the face of man, while the other is only good to brewdisturbances in the woods, by cheating the ears of all that hear them. "

"Arms and the clarion for the battle, but the song of thanksgiving tothe victory!" answered the liberated David. "Friend, " he added, thrusting forth his lean, delicate hand towards Hawkeye, in kindness, while his eyes twinkled and grew moist, "I thank thee that the hairs ofmy head still grow where they were first rooted by Providence; for, though those of other men may be more glossy and curling, I have everfound mine own well suited to the brain they shelter. That I did notjoin myself to the battle, was less owing to disinclination, than to thebonds of the heathen. Valiant and skilful hast thou proved thyself inthe conflict, and I hereby thank thee, before proceeding to dischargeother and more important duties, because thou hast proved thyself wellworthy of a Christian's praise. "

"The thing is but a trifle, and what you may often see, if you tarrylong among us, " returned the scout, a good deal softened towards theman of song, by this unequivocal expression of gratitude. "I have gotback my old companion, 'Killdeer, '" he added, striking his hand on thebreech of his rifle; "and that in itself is a victory. These Iroquoisare cunning, but they outwitted themselves when they placed theirfire-arms out of reach; and had Uncas or his father been gifted withonly their common Indian patience, we should have come in upon theknaves with three bullets instead of one, and that would have made afinish 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 ofChristianity. He that is to be saved will be saved, and he that ispredestined 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 hisrifle with a species of parental assiduity, now looked up at the otherin a displeasure that he did not affect to conceal, roughly interruptingfurther speech. 

"Doctrine, or no doctrine, " said the sturdy woodsman, "'tis the beliefof knaves, and the curse of an honest man. I can credit that yonderHuron was to fall by my hand, for with my own eyes I have seen it; butnothing short of being a witness will cause me to think he had met withany reward, or that Chingachgook, there, will be condemned at the finalday. "

"You have no warranty for such an audacious doctrine, nor any covenantto support it, " cried David, who was deeply tinctured with the subtledistinctions which, in his time, and more especially in his province, had been drawn around the beautiful simplicity of revelation, byendeavoring to penetrate the awful mystery of the divine nature, supplying faith by self-sufficiency, and by consequence, involving thosewho reasoned from such human dogmas in absurdities and doubt; "yourtemple is reared on the sands, and the first tempest will wash away itsfoundation. I demand your authorities for such an uncharitable assertion(like other advocates of a system, David was not always accurate in hisuse of terms). Name chapter and verse; in which of the holy books do youfind language to support you?"

"Book!" repeated Hawkeye, with singular and ill-concealed disdain; "doyou take me for a whimpering boy at the apron-string of one of your oldgals; and this good rifle on my knee for the feather of a goose's wing, my ox's horn for a bottle of ink, and my leathern pouch for across-barred handkercher to carry my dinner? Book! what have such as I, who am a warrior of the wilderness, though a man without a cross, to dowith books? I never read but in one, and the words that are writtenthere are too simple and too plain to need much schooling; though I mayboast that of forty long and hard-working years. "

"What call you the volume?" said David, misconceiving the other'smeaning. 

"Tis open before your eyes, " returned the scout; "and he who owns it isnot a niggard of its use. I have heard it said that there are men whoread in books to convince themselves there is a God. I know not but manmay so deform his works in the settlement, as to leave that which is soclear in the wilderness a matter of doubt among traders and priests. Ifany such there be, and he will follow me from sun to sun, through thewindings of the forest, he shall see enough to teach him that he is afool, and that the greatest of his folly lies in striving to rise to thelevel 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 whoimbibed his faith from the lights of nature, eschewing all subtleties ofdoctrine, he willingly abandoned a controversy from which he believedneither profit nor credit was to be derived. While the scout wasspeaking, he had also seated himself, and producing the ready littlevolume and the iron-rimmed spectacles, he prepared to discharge a duty, which nothing but the unexpected assault he had received in hisorthodoxy could have so long suspended. He was, in truth, a minstrel ofthe western continent--of a much later day, certainly, than those giftedbards, who formerly sang the profane renown of baron and prince, butafter the spirit of his own age and country; and he was now prepared toexercise the cunning of his craft, in celebration of, or rather inthanksgiving for, the recent victory. He waited patiently for Hawkeye tocease, then lifting his eyes, together with his voice, he said, aloud, --

"I invite you, friends, to join in praise for this signal deliverancefrom the hands of barbarians and infidels, to the comfortable and solemntones of the tune, called 'Northampton. '"

He next named the page and verse where the rhymes selected were to befound, and applied the pitch-pipe to his lips, with the decent gravitythat he had been wont to use in the temple. This time he was, however, without any accompaniment, for the sisters were just then pouring outthose 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 interruptionof any kind. 

Hawkeye listened, while he coolly adjusted his flint and reloaded hisrifle; but the sounds, wanting the extraneous assistance of scene andsympathy, failed to awaken his slumbering emotions. Never minstrel, orby whatever more suitable name David should be known, drew upon histalents in the presence of more insensible auditors; though consideringthe singleness and sincerity of his motive, it is probable that no bardof profane song ever uttered notes that ascended so near to that thronewhere all homage and praise is due. The scout shook his head, andmuttering some unintelligible words, among which "throat" and"Iroquois, " were alone audible, he walked away, to collect, and toexamine into, the state of the captured arsenal of the Hurons. In thisoffice he was now joined by Chingachgook, who found his own, as well asthe rifle of his son, among the arms. Even Heyward and David werefurnished with weapons; nor was ammunition wanting to render them alleffectual. 

When the foresters had made their selection, and distributed theirprizes, the scout announced that the hour had arrived when it wasnecessary to move. By this time the song of Gamut had ceased, and thesisters had learned to still the exhibition of their emotions. Aided byDuncan and the younger Mohican, the two latter descended the precipitoussides of that hill which they had so lately ascended under so verydifferent auspices, and whose summit had so nearly proved the scene oftheir massacre. At the foot, they found the Narragansetts browsing theherbage of the bushes; and having mounted, they followed the movementsof a guide, who, in the most deadly straits, had so often proved himselftheir friend. The journey was, however, short. Hawkeye, leaving theblind path that the Hurons had followed, turned short to his right, andentering the thicket, he crossed a babbling brook, and halted in anarrow dell, under the shade of a few water elms. Their distance fromthe base of the fatal hill was but a few rods, and the steeds had beenserviceable only in crossing the shallow stream. 

The scout and the Indians appeared to be familiar with the sequesteredplace where they now were; for, leaning their rifles against the trees, they commenced throwing aside the dried leaves, and opening the blueclay, out of which a clear and sparkling spring of bright, glancingwater, quickly bubbled. The white man then looked about him, as thoughseeking for some object, which was not to be found as readily as heexpected:--

"Them careless imps, the Mohawks, with their Tuscarora and Onondagabrethren, have been here slaking their thirst, " he muttered, "and thevagabonds have thrown away the gourd! This is the way with benefits, when they are bestowed on such disremembering hounds! Here has the Lordlaid 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 mightlaugh at the richest shop of apothecary's ware in all the colonies; andsee! the knaves have trodden in the clay, and deformed the cleanlinessof the place, as though they were brute beasts, instead of human men. "

Uncas silently extended towards him the desired gourd, which the spleenof Hawkeye had hitherto prevented him from observing, on a branch of anelm. Filling it with water, he retired a short distance, to a placewhere the ground was more firm and dry; here he coolly seated himself, and after taking a long, and, apparently, a grateful draught, hecommenced a very strict examination of the fragments of food left by theHurons, which had hung in a wallet on his arm. 

"Thank you, lad!" he continued, returning the empty gourd to Uncas; "nowwe will see how these rampaging Hurons lived, when outlying inambushments. Look at this! The varlets know the better pieces of thedeer; and one would think they might carve and roast a saddle, equal tothe best cook in the land! But everything is raw, for the Iroquois arethorough savages. Uncas, take my steel, and kindle a fire; a mouthful ofa tender broil will give natur' a helping hand, after so long a trail. "

Heyward, perceiving that their guides now set about their repast insober earnest, assisted the ladies to alight, and placed himself attheir side, not unwilling to enjoy a few moments of grateful rest, afterthe bloody scene he had just gone through. While the culinary processwas in hand, curiosity induced him to inquire into the circumstanceswhich had led to their timely and unexpected rescue:--

"How is it that we see you so soon, my generous friend, " he asked, "andwithout aid from the garrison of Edward?"

"Had we gone to the bend in the river, we might have been in time torake the leaves over your bodies, but too late to have saved yourscalps, " coolly answered the scout. "No, no; instead of throwing awaystrength and opportunity by crossing to the fort, we lay by, under thebank 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 wekept close. A difficult matter it was, too, to keep this Mohican boysnug in the ambushment. Ah! Uncas, Uncas, your behavior was more likethat of a curious woman than of a warrior on his scent. "

Uncas permitted his eyes to turn for an instant on the sturdycountenance of the speaker, but he neither spoke nor gave any indicationof repentance. On the contrary, Heyward thought the manner of the youngMohican was disdainful, if not a little fierce, and that he suppressedpassions that were ready to explode, as much in compliment to thelisteners, 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 plainlanguage to men who have passed their days in the woods. But when youlanded, we were driven to crawl, like sarpents, beneath the leaves; andthen 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 youdid not mistake the path, for the Hurons divided, and each band had itshorses. "

"Ay! there we were thrown off the scent, and might, indeed, have lostthe trail, had it not been for Uncas; we took the path, however, thatled into the wilderness; for we judged, and judged rightly, that thesavages would hold that course with their prisoners. But when we hadfollowed it for many miles, without finding a single twig broken, as Ihad advised, my mind misgave me; especially as all the footsteps had theprints of moccasins. "

"Our captors had the precaution to see us shod like themselves, " saidDuncan, raising a foot, and exhibiting the buckskin he wore. 

"Ay, 'twas judgmatical, and like themselves; though we were too expartto 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 beashamed to own; to the judgment of the young Mohican, in matters which Ishould know better than he, but which I can now hardly believe to betrue, 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 gentleones, " continued Hawkeye, glancing his eyes, not without curiousinterest, on the fillies of the ladies, "planted the legs of one side onthe ground at the same time, which is contrary to the movements of alltrotting four-footed animals of my knowledge, except the bear. And yethere are horses that always journey in this manner, as my own eyes haveseen, and as their trail has shown for twenty long miles. "

"'Tis the merit of the animal I They come from the shores ofNarragansett Bay, in the small province of Providence Plantations, andare celebrated for their hardihood, and the ease of this peculiarmovement; though other horses are not unfrequently trained to the same. "

"It may be--it may be, " said Hawkeye, who had listened with singularattention to this explanation; "though I am a man who has the full bloodof the whites, my judgment in deer and beaver is greater than in beastsof burden. Major Effingham has many noble chargers, but I have neverseen one travel after such a sideling gait. "

"True; for he would value the animals for very different properties. Still is this a breed highly esteemed, and as you witness, much honoredwith the burdens it is often destined to bear. "

The Mohicans had suspended their operations about the glimmering fire, to listen; and when Duncan had done, they looked at each othersignificantly, the father uttering the never-failing exclamation ofsurprise. The scout ruminated, like a man digesting his newly acquiredknowledge, and once more stole a curious glance at the horses. 

"I dare to say there are even stranger sights to be seen in thesettlements!" he said, at length; "natur' is sadly abused by man, whenhe once gets the mastery. But, go sideling or go straight, Uncas hadseen the movement, and their trail led us on to the broken bush. Theouter branch, near the prints of one of the horses, was bent upward, asa lady breaks a flower from its stem, but all the rest were ragged andbroken down, as if the strong hand of a man had been tearing them! So Iconcluded that the cunning varmints had seen the twig bent, and had tornthe rest, to make us believe a buck had been feeling the boughs with hisantlers. "

"I do believe your sagacity did not deceive you; for some such thingoccurred!"

"That was easy to see, " added the scout, in no degree conscious ofhaving exhibited any extraordinary sagacity; "and a very differentmatter it was from a waddling horse! It then struck me the Mingos wouldpush for this spring, for the knaves well know the vartue of itswaters!"

"Is it, then, so famous?" demanded Heyward, examining, with a morecurious 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 haveheard 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 hissilent, but heartfelt manner, and shook his head with vast satisfaction. 

"Ah! you want the flavor that one gets by habit; the time was when Iliked it as little as yourself; but I have come to my taste, and I nowcrave it, as a deer does the licks. [17] Your high spiced wines are notbetter liked than a redskin relishes this water; especially when hisnatur' is ailing. But Uncas has made his fire, and it is time we thinkof eating, for our journey is long, and all before us. "

Interrupting the dialogue by this abrupt transition, the scout hadinstant recourse to the fragments of food which had escaped the voracityof the Hurons. A very summary process completed the simple cookery, whenhe and the Mohicans commenced their humble meal, with the silence andcharacteristic diligence of men who ate in order to enable themselvesto 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 atthat solitary and silent spring, [18] around which and its sisterfountains, within fifty years, the wealth, beauty, and talents of ahemisphere were to assemble in throngs, in pursuit of health andpleasure. Then Hawkeye announced his determination to proceed. Thesisters resumed their saddles; Duncan and David grasped their rifles, and followed on their footsteps; the scout leading the advance, and theMohicans bringing up the rear. The whole party moved swiftly through thenarrow path, towards the north, leaving the healing waters to mingleunheeded with the adjacent brook, and the bodies of the dead to festeron the neighboring mount, without the rites of sepulture; a fate but toocommon to the warriors of the woods to excite either commiseration orcomment. 

CHAPTER XIII

 "I'll seek a readier path. "

 PARNELL. 

The route taken by Hawkeye lay across those sandy plains, relieved byoccasional valleys and swells of land, which had been traversed by theirparty on the morning of the same day, with the baffled Magua for theirguide. The sun had now fallen low towards the distant mountains; and astheir journey lay through the interminable forest, the heat was nolonger oppressive. Their progress, in consequence, was proportionate;and long before the twilight gathered about them, they had made goodmany toilsome miles on their return. 

The hunter, like the savage whose place he filled, seemed to selectamong the blind signs of their wild route, with a species of instinct, seldom abating his speed, and never pausing to deliberate. A rapid andoblique glance at the moss on the trees, with an occasional upward gazetowards the setting sun, or a steady but passing look at the directionof the numerous water-courses, through which he waded, were sufficientto determine his path, and remove his greatest difficulties. In themeantime, the forest began to change its hues, losing that lively greenwhich had embellished its arches, in the graver light which is the usualprecursor of the close of day. 

While the eyes of the sisters were endeavoring to catch glimpses throughthe trees, of the flood of golden glory which formed a glittering haloaround the sun, tinging here and there with ruby streaks, or borderingwith narrow edgings of shining yellow, a mass of clouds that lay piledat no great distance above the western hills, Hawkeye turned suddenly, and, pointing upwards towards the gorgeous heavens, he spoke:--

"Yonder is the signal given to a man to seek his food and natural rest, "he said: "better and wiser would it be, if he could understand the signsof nature, and take a lesson from the fowls of the air and the beasts ofthe fields! 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 wethrew up a work of blocks, to keep the ravenous varmints from handlingour scalps. If my marks do not fail me, we shall find the place a fewrods farther to our left. "

Without waiting for an assent, or, indeed, for any reply, the sturdyhunter moved boldly into a dense thicket of young chestnuts, shovingaside the branches of the exuberant shoots which nearly covered theground, like a man who expected, at each step, to discover some objecthe had formerly known. The recollection of the scout did not deceivehim. After penetrating through the brush, matted as it was with briers, for a few hundred feet he entered an open space, that surrounded a low, green hillock, which was crowned by the decayed block-house 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 thedisappearance of danger, and was now quietly crumbling in the solitudeof the forest, neglected, and nearly forgotten, like the circumstanceswhich had caused it to be reared. Such memorials of the passage andstruggles of man are yet frequent throughout the broad barrier ofwilderness which once separated the hostile provinces, and form aspecies of ruins that are intimately associated with the recollectionsof colonial history, and which are in appropriate keeping with thegloomy character of the surrounding scenery. [19] The roof of bark hadlong since fallen, and mingled with the soil; but the huge logs of pine, which had been hastily thrown together, still preserved their relativepositions, though one angle of the work had given way under thepressure, and threatened a speedy downfall to the remainder of therustic edifice. While Heyward and his companions hesitated to approach abuilding so decayed, Hawkeye and the Indians entered within the lowwalls, not only without fear, but with obvious interest. While theformer surveyed the ruins, both internally and externally, with thecuriosity of one whose recollections were reviving at each moment, Chingachgook related to his son, in the language of the Delawares, andwith the pride of a conqueror, the brief history of the skirmish whichhad been fought, in his youth, in that secluded spot. A strain ofmelancholy, however, blended with his triumph, rendering his voice, asusual, soft and musical. 

In the meantime, the sisters gladly dismounted, and prepared to enjoytheir halt in the coolness of the evening, and in a security which theybelieved nothing but the beasts of the forest could invade. 

"Would not our resting-place have been more retired, my worthy friend, "demanded the more vigilant Duncan, perceiving that the scout had alreadyfinished his short survey, "had we chosen a spot less known, and onemore rarely visited than this?"

"Few live who know the block-house was ever raised, " was the slow andmusing answer; "'tis not often that books are made, and narrativeswritten, of such a scrimmage as was here fou't atween the Mohicans andthe Mohawks, in a war of their own waging. I was then a younker, andwent out with the Delawares, because I know'd they were a scandalizedand wronged race. Forty days and forty nights did the imps crave ourblood 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 totwenty, until our numbers were nearly equal, and then we sallied outupon the hounds, and not a man of them ever got back to tell the fate ofhis 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 myselfshould lay on the naked ground, to be torn asunder by beasts, or tobleach in the rains, I buried the dead with my own hands, under thatvery little hillock where you have placed yourselves; and no bad seatdoes it make neither, though it be raised by the bones of mortal men. "

Heyward and the sisters arose, on the instant, from the grassysepulchre; nor could the two latter, notwithstanding the terrific scenesthey had so recently passed through, entirely suppress an emotion ofnatural horror, when they found themselves in such familiar contact withthe grave of the dead Mohawks. The gray light, the gloomy little area ofdark grass, surrounded by its border of brush, beyond which the pinesrose, in breathing silence, apparently, into the very clouds, and thedeath-like stillness of the vast forest, were all in unison to deepensuch a sensation. 

"They are gone, and they are harmless, " continued Hawkeye, waving hishand, with a melancholy smile, at their manifest alarm: "they'll nevershout the war-whoop nor strike a blow with the tomahawk again! And ofall those who aided in placing them where they lie, Chingachgook and Ionly are living! The brothers and family of the Mohican formed ourwar-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. The darkpersons were still to be seen within the shadows of the block-house, theson listening to the relation of his father with that sort ofintenseness which would be created by a narrative that redounded so muchto the honor of those whose names he had long revered for their courageand savage virtues. 

"I had thought the Delawares a pacific people, " said Duncan, "and thatthey never waged war in person; trusting the defence of their lands tothose very Mohawks that you slew!"

"'Tis true in part, " returned the scout, "and yet, at the bottom, 'tis awicked lie. Such a treaty was made in ages gone by, through thedeviltries of the Dutchers, who wished to disarm the natives that hadthe best right to the country where they had settled themselves. TheMohicans, though a part of the same nation, having to deal with theEnglish, never entered into the silly bargain, but kept to theirmanhood; as in truth did the Delawares, when their eyes were opened totheir folly. You see before you a chief of the great Mohican Sagamores!Once his family could chase their deer over tracts of country wider thanthat which belongs to the Albany Patteroon, without crossing brook orhill that was not their own; but what is left to their descendant! Hemay 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 solow that the ploughshares cannot reach it!"

"Enough!" said Heyward, apprehensive that the subject might lead to adiscussion that would interrupt the harmony so necessary to thepreservation of his fair companions: "we have journeyed far, and fewamong us are blessed with forms like that of yours, which seems to knowneither fatigue nor weakness. "

"The sinews and bones of a man carry me through it all, " said thehunter, surveying his muscular limbs with a simplicity that betrayed thehonest pleasure the compliment afforded him: "there are larger andheavier men to be found in the settlements, but you might travel manydays in a city before you could meet one able to walk fifty mileswithout stopping to take breath, or who has kept the hounds withinhearing during a chase of hours. However, as flesh and blood are notalways the same, it is quite reasonable to suppose that the gentle onesare 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 theirtender heads of these chestnut shoots, and a bed of grass and leaves. "

The dialogue ceased, while the hunter and his companions busiedthemselves in preparations for the comfort and protection of those theyguided. A spring, which many long years before had induced the nativesto select the place for their temporary fortification, was soon clearedof leaves, and a fountain of crystal gushed from the bed, diffusing itswaters over the verdant hillock. A corner of the building was thenroofed in such a manner as to exclude the heavy dew of the climate, andpiles of sweet shrubs and dried leaves were laid beneath it for thesisters to repose on. 

While the diligent woodsmen were employed in this manner, Cora and Alicepartook of that refreshment which duty required much more thaninclination prompted them to accept. They then retired within the walls, and first offering up their thanksgivings for past mercies, andpetitioning for a continuance of the divine favor throughout the comingnight, they laid their tender forms on the fragrant couch, and in spiteof recollections and forebodings, soon sank into those slumbers whichnature so imperiously demanded, and which were sweetened by hopes forthe morrow. Duncan had prepared himself to pass the night inwatchfulness near them, just without the ruin, but the scout, perceivinghis intention, pointed towards Chingachgook, as he coolly disposed hisown person on the grass, and said--

"The eyes of a white man are too heavy and too blind for such a watch asthis! The Mohican will be our sentinel, therefore let us sleep. "

"I proved myself a sluggard on my post during the past night, " saidHeyward, "and have less need of repose than you, who did more credit tothe character of a soldier. Let all the party seek their rest, then, while I hold guard. "

"If we lay among the white tents of the 60th, and in front of an enemylike the French, I could not ask for a better watchman, " returned thescout; "but in the darkness and among the signs of the wilderness yourjudgment would be like the folly of a child, and your vigilance thrownaway. Do then, like Uncas and myself, sleep, and sleep in safety. "

Heyward perceived, in truth, that the younger Indian had thrown his formon the side of the hillock while they were talking, like one who soughtto make the most of the time allotted to rest, and that his example hadbeen followed by David, whose voice literally "clove to his jaws, " withthe fever of his wound, heightened, as it was, by their toilsome march. Unwilling to prolong a useless discussion, the young man affected tocomply, by posting his back against the logs of the block-house, in ahalf-recumbent posture, though resolutely determined, in his own mind, not to close an eye until he had delivered his precious charge into thearms of Munro himself. Hawkeye, believing he had prevailed, soon fellasleep, and a silence as deep as the solitude in which they had foundit, pervaded the retired spot. 

For many minutes Duncan succeeded in keeping his senses on the alert, and alive to every moaning sound that arose from the forest. His visionbecame more acute as the shades of evening settled on the place; andeven after the stars were glimmering above his head, he was able todistinguish the recumbent forms of his companions, as they lay stretchedon the grass, and to note the person of Chingachgook, who sat uprightand motionless as one of the trees which formed the dark barrier onevery side. He still heard the gentle breathings of the sisters, who laywithin 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 themoanings of an owl; his heavy eyes occasionally sought the bright raysof the stars, and then he fancied he saw them through the fallen lids. At instants of momentary wakefulness he mistook a bush for his associatesentinel; his head next sank upon his shoulder, which, in its turn, sought the support of the ground; and, finally, his whole person becomerelaxed and pliant, and the young man sank into a deep sleep, dreamingthat he was a knight of ancient chivalry, holding his midnight vigilsbefore the tent of a recaptured princess, whose favor he did not despairof gaining, by such a proof of devotion and watchfulness. 

How long the tired Duncan lay in this insensible state he never knewhimself, but his slumbering visions had been long lost in totalforgetfulness, 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 aconfused recollection of the self-imposed duty he had assumed with thecommencement of the night. 

"Who comes?" he demanded, feeling for his sword at the place where itwas usually suspended, "Speak! friend or enemy?"

"Friend, " replied the low voice of Chingachgook; who, pointing upwardsat the luminary which was shedding its mild light through the opening inthe trees, directly in their bivouac, immediately added, in his rudeEnglish, "moon comes, and white man's fort far--far off; time to move, when sleep shuts both eyes of the Frenchman!"

"You say true! call up your friends, and bridle the horses, while Iprepare my own companions for the march!"

"We are awake, Duncan, " said the soft, silvery tones of Alice within thebuilding, "and ready to travel very fast after so refreshing a sleep;but you have watched through the tedious night in our behalf, afterhaving endured so much fatigue the live-long 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 fromthe shadows of the building into the light of the moon, in all theloveliness 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 ofothers. Can we not tarry here a little longer, while you find the restyou 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 eyeagain, " said the uneasy youth, gazing at the ingenuous countenance ofAlice, where, however, in its sweet solicitude, he read nothing toconfirm his half awakened suspicion. "It is but too true, that afterleading you into danger by my heedlessness, I have not even the merit ofguarding 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, willbetray our watch. "

The young man was relieved from the awkwardness of making any furtherprotestations 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, incommon with the whole party, was awake and stirring. "They scent dangerin the wind!"

"God forbid!" exclaimed Heyward. "Surely we have had enough ofbloodshed!"

While he spoke, however, the young soldier seized his rifle, andadvancing towards the front, prepared to atone for his venialremissness, by freely exposing his life in defence 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 distantsounds, which had startled the Mohicans, reached his own ears. 

"Hist!" returned the attentive scout; "'tis man; even I can now tell histread, poor as my senses are when compared to an Indian's! Thatscampering Huron has fallen in with one of Montcalm's outlying parties, and they have struck upon our trail. I shouldn't like, myself, to spillmore human blood in this spot, " he added, looking around with anxiety inhis features, at the dim objects by which he was surrounded; "but whatmust be, must! Lead the horses into the block-house, Uncas; and, friends, do you follow to the same shelter. Poor and old as it is, itoffers a cover, and has rung with the crack of a rifle afore to-night!"

He was instantly obeyed, the Mohicans leading the Narragansetts withinthe ruin, whither the whole party repaired with the most guardedsilence. 

The sounds of approaching footsteps were now too distinctly audible toleave any doubts as to the nature of the interruption. They were soonmingled with voices calling to each other in an Indian dialect, whichthe hunter, in a whisper, affirmed to Heyward was the language of theHurons. When the party reached the point where the horses had enteredthe thicket which surrounded the block-house, they were evidently atfault, having lost those marks which, until that moment, had directedtheir pursuit. 

It would seem by the voices that twenty men were soon collected at thatone spot, mingling their different opinions and advice in noisy clamor. 

"The knaves know our weakness, " whispered Hawkeye, who stood by the sideof Heyward, in deep shade, looking through an opening in the logs, "orthey wouldn't indulge their idleness in such a squaw's march. Listen tothe reptiles! each man among them seems to have two tongues, and but asingle leg. "

Duncan, brave as he was in the combat, could not, in such a moment ofpainful suspense, make any reply to the cool and characteristic remarkof the scout. He only grasped his rifle more firmly, and fastened hiseyes upon the narrow opening, through which he gazed upon the moonlightview with increasing anxiety. The deeper tones of one who spoke ashaving authority were next heard, amid a silence that denoted therespect with which his orders, or rather advice, was received. Afterwhich, by the rustling of leaves, and cracking of dried twigs, it wasapparent the savages were separating in pursuit of the lost trail. Fortunately for the pursued, the light of the moon, while it shed aflood of mild lustre upon the little area around the ruin, was notsufficiently strong to penetrate the deep arches of the forest, wherethe objects still lay in deceptive shadow. The search proved fruitless;for so short and sudden had been the passage from the faint path thetravellers had journeyed into the thicket, that every trace of theirfootsteps was lost in the obscurity of the woods. 

It was not long, however, before the restless savages were heard beatingthe brush, and gradually approaching the inner edge of that dense borderof young chestnuts which encircled the little area. 

"They are coming, " muttered Heyward, endeavoring to thrust his riflethrough the chink in the logs; "let us fire on their approach. "

"Keep everything in the shade, " returned the scout; "the snapping of aflint, or even the smell of a single karnel of the brimstone, wouldbring the hungry varlets upon us in a body. Should it please God that wemust give battle for the scalps, trust to the experience of men who knowthe ways of the savages, and who are not often backward when thewar-whoop is howled. "

Duncan cast his eyes behind him, and saw that the trembling sisters werecowering in the far corner of the building, while the Mohicans stood inthe shadow, like two upright posts, ready, and apparently willing, tostrike when the blow should be needed. Curbing his impatience, he againlooked out upon the area, and awaited the result in silence. At thatinstant the thicket opened, and a tall and armed Huron advanced a fewpaces into the open space. As he gazed upon the silent block-house, themoon fell upon his swarthy countenance, and betrayed its surprise andcuriosity. He made the exclamation which usually accompanies the formeremotion in an Indian, and, calling in a low voice, soon drew a companionto his side. 

These children of the woods stood together for several moments pointingat the crumbling edifice, and conversing in the unintelligible languageof their tribe. They then approached, though with slow and cautioussteps, pausing every instant to look at the building, like startleddeer, whose curiosity struggled powerfully with their awakenedapprehensions for the mastery. The foot of one of them suddenly restedon the mound, and he stooped to examine its nature. At this moment, Heyward observed that the scout loosened his knife in his sheath, andlowered the muzzle of his rifle. Imitating these movements, the youngman prepared himself for the struggle, which now seemed inevitable. 

The savages were so near, that the least motion in one of the horses, oreven a breath louder than common, would have betrayed the fugitives. But, in discovering the character of the mound, the attention of theHurons appeared directed to a different object. They spoke together, andthe sounds of their voices were low and solemn, as if influenced by areverence that was deeply blended with awe. Then they drew warily back, keeping their eyes riveted on the ruin, as if they expected to see theapparitions of the dead issue from its silent walls, until havingreached 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 along, 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, butwithout replying, he again turned towards those who just then interestedhim more. He heard the two Hurons leave the bushes, and it was soonplain that all the pursuers were gathered about them, in deep attentionto their report. After a few minutes of earnest and solemn dialogue, altogether different from the noisy clamor with which they had firstcollected about the spot, the sounds grew fainter and more distant, andfinally were lost in the depths of the forest. 

Hawkeye waited until a signal from the listening Chingachgook assuredhim that every sound from the retiring party was completely swallowed bythe distance, when he motioned to Heyward to lead forth the horses, andto assist the sisters into their saddles. The instant this was done, they issued through the broken gateway, and stealing out by a directionopposite to the one by which they had entered, they quitted the spot, the sisters casting furtive glances at the silent grave and crumblingruin, as they left the soft light of the moon, to bury themselves in thegloom of the woods. 

CHAPTER XIV

 "_Guard. _--Qui est là?

 _Puc. _--Paisans, pauvres gens de France. "

 _King Henry VI. _

During the rapid movement from the block-house, and until the party wasdeeply buried in the forest, each individual was too much interested inthe escape to hazard a word even in whispers. The scout resumed his postin the advance, though his steps, after he had thrown a safe distancebetween himself and his enemies, were more deliberate than in theirprevious march, in consequence of his utter ignorance of the localitiesof the surrounding woods. More than once he halted to consult with hisconfederates, the Mohicans, pointing upwards at the moon, and examiningthe barks of the trees with care. In these brief pauses, Heyward and thesisters listened, with senses rendered doubly acute by the danger, todetect any symptoms which might announce the proximity of their foes. Atsuch moments, it seemed as if a vast range of country lay buried ineternal sleep; not the least sound arising from the forest, unless itwas the distant and scarcely audible rippling of a water-course. Birds, beasts, and man, appeared to slumber alike, if, indeed, any of thelatter were to be found in that wide tract of wilderness. But the soundsof the rivulet, feeble and murmuring as they were, relieved the guidesat once from no trifling embarrassment, and towards it they immediatelyheld their way. 

When the banks of the little stream were gained, Hawkeye made anotherhalt; and, taking the moccasins from his feet, he invited Heyward andGamut to follow his example. He then entered the water, and for near anhour they travelled in the bed of the brook, leaving no trail. The moonhad already sunk into an immense pile of black clouds, which layimpending above the western horizon, when they issued from the low anddevious water-course to rise again to the light and level of the sandybut wooded plain. Here the scout seemed to be once more at home, for heheld on his way with the certainty and diligence of a man who moved inthe security of his own knowledge. The path soon became more uneven, andthe travellers could plainly perceive that the mountains drew nigher tothem on each hand, and that they were, in truth, about entering one oftheir gorges. Suddenly, Hawkeye made a pause, and waiting until he wasjoined by the whole party, he spoke, though in tones so low andcautious, that they added to the solemnity of his words, in the quietand darkness of the place. 

"It is easy to know the pathways, and to find the licks andwater-courses of the wilderness, " he said; "but who that saw this spotcould venture to say, that a mighty army was at rest among yonder silenttrees 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, isnow our greatest difficulty. See, " he said, pointing through the treestowards a spot where a little basin of water reflected the stars fromits placid bosom, "here is the 'bloody pond'; and I am on the groundthat I have not only often travelled, but over which I have fou't theenemy, from the rising to the setting sun. "

"Ha! that sheet of dull and dreary water, then, is the sepulchre of thebrave men who fell in the contest. I have heard it named, but never haveI stood on its banks before. "

"Three battles did we make with the Dutch-Frenchman[20] in a day, "continued Hawkeye, pursuing the train of his own thoughts, rather thanreplying to the remark of Duncan. "He met us hard by, in our outwardmarch to ambush his advance, and scattered us, like driven deer, throughthe defile, to the shores of Horican. Then we rallied behind our fallentrees, and made head against him, under Sir William--who was made SirWilliam for that very deed; and well did we pay him for the disgrace ofthe morning! Hundreds of Frenchmen saw the sun that day for the lasttime; and even the leader, Dieskau himself, fell into our hands so cutand torn with the lead, that he has gone back to his own country, unfitfor further acts in war. "

"'Twas a noble repulse!" exclaimed Heyward, in the heat of his youthfulardor; "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 SirWilliam's own bidding, to outflank the French, and carry the tidings oftheir disaster across the portage, to the fort on the Hudson. Justhereaway, where you see the trees rise into a mountain swell, I met aparty coming down to our aid, and I led them where the enemy were takingtheir meal, little dreaming that they had not finished the bloody workof the day. "

"And you surprised them?"

"If death can be a surprise to men who are thinking only of the cravingsof their appetites. We gave them but little breathing time, for they hadborne hard upon us in the fight of the morning, and there were few inour party who had not lost friend or relative by their hands. When allwas over, the dead, and some say the dying, were cast into that littlepond. These eyes have seen its waters colored with blood, as naturalwater never yet flowed from the bowels of the 'arth. "

"It was a convenient, and, I trust, will prove a peaceful grave for asoldier. You have, then, seen much service on this frontier?"

"I!" said the scout, erecting his tall person with an air of militarypride; "there are not many echoes among these hills that haven't rungwith the crack of my rifle, nor is there the space of a square mileatwixt Horican and the river, that 'Killdeer' hasn't dropped a livingbody 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 inthe camp who say and think, man, to lie still, should not be buriedwhile the breath is in the body; and certain it is that in the hurry ofthat evening, the doctors had but little time to say who was living andwho was dead. Hist! see you nothing walking on the shore of the pond?"

"'Tis not probable that any are as houseless as ourselves, in thisdreary forest. "

"Such as he may care but little for house or shelter, and night dew cannever wet a body that passes its days in the water, " returned the scout, grasping the shoulder of Heyward with such convulsive strength as tomake the young soldier painfully sensible how much superstitious terrorhad got the mastery of a man usually so dauntless. 

"By heaven! there is a human form, and it approaches! Stand to yourarms, my friends; for we know not whom we encounter. "

"Qui vive?" demanded a stern, quick voice, which sounded like achallenge from another world, issuing out of that solitary and solemnplace. 

"What says it?" whispered the scout; "it speaks neither Indian norEnglish!"

"Qui vive?" repeated the same voice, which was quickly followed by therattling of arms, and a menacing attitude. 

"France!" cried Heyward, advancing from the shadow of the trees to theshore of the pond, within a few yards of the sentinel. 

"D'où venez-vous--où allez-vous, d'aussi bonne heure?" demanded thegrenadier, in the language and with the accent of a man from old France. 

"Je viens de là découverte, et je vais me coucher. "

"Etes-vous officier du roi?"

"Sans doute, mon camarade; me prends-tu pour un provincial! Je suiscapitaine de chasseurs (Heyward well knew that the other was of aregiment in the line); j'ai ici, avec moi, les filles du commandant delà fortification. Aha! tu en as entendu parler! je les ai faitprisonnières près de l'autre fort, et je les conduis au général. "

"Ma foi! mesdames; j'en suis faché pour vous, " exclaimed the youngsoldier, touching his cap with grace; "mais--fortune de guerre! voustrouverez notre général un brave homme, et bien poli avec les dames. "

"C'est le caractère des gens de guerre, " said Cora, with admirableself-possession. "Adieu, mon ami; je vous souhaiterais un devoir plusagréable à remplir. "

The soldier made a low and humble acknowledgment for her civility; andHeyward adding a "Bonne nuit, mon camarade, " they moved deliberatelyforward, leaving the sentinel pacing the banks of the silent pond, little suspecting an enemy of so much effrontery, and humming to himselfthose words, which were recalled to his mind by the sight of women, andperhaps by recollections of his own distant and beautiful France--

 "Vive le vin, l'amour, " etc. , etc. 

"'Tis well you understood the knave!" whispered the scout, when they hadgained a little distance from the place, and letting his rifle fall intothe hollow of his arm again; "I soon saw that he was one of them uneasyFrenchers; and well for him it was that his speech was friendly and hiswishes kind, or a place might have been found for his bones among thoseof his countrymen. "

He was interrupted by a long and heavy gran which arose from the littlebasin, as though, in truth, the spirits of the departed lingered abouttheir watery sepulchre. 

"Surely it was of flesh!" continued the scout; "no spirit could handleits arms so steadily!"

"It _was_ of flesh; but whether the poor fellow still belongs to thisworld may well be doubted, " said Heyward, glancing his eyes around him, and missing Chingachgook from their little band. Another groan morefaint than the former, was succeeded by a heavy and sullen plunge intothe water, and all was as still again as if the borders of the drearypool had never been awakened from the silence of creation. While theyyet hesitated in uncertainty, the form of the Indian was seen glidingout of the thicket. As the chief rejoined them, with one hand heattached the reeking scalp of the unfortunate young Frenchman to hisgirdle, and with the other he replaced the knife and tomahawk that haddrunk his blood. He then took his wonted station, with the air of a manwho believed he had done a deed of merit. 

The scout dropped one end of his rifle to the earth, and leaning hishands on the other, he stood musing in profound silence. Then shakinghis head in a mournful manner, he muttered, --

"'T would have been a cruel and an unhuman act for a white-skin; but'tis the gift and natur' of an Indian, and I suppose it should not bedenied. I could wish, though, it had befallen an accursed Mingo, ratherthan that gay young boy from the old countries. "

"Enough!" said Heyward, apprehensive the unconscious sisters mightcomprehend the nature of the detention, and conquering his disgust by atrain of reflections very much like that of the hunter; "'tis done; andthough better it were left undone, cannot be amended. You see we are, too obviously, within the sentinels of the enemy; what course do youpropose to follow?"

"Yes, " said Hawkeye, rousing himself again, "'tis as you say, too lateto harbor further thoughts about it. Ay, the French have gathered aroundthe fort in good earnest, and we have a delicate needle to thread inpassing them. "

"And but little time to do it in, " added Heyward, glancing his eyesupward, toward the bank of vapor that concealed the setting moon. 

"And little time to do it in!" repeated the scout. "The thing may bedone in two fashions, by the help of Providence, without which it maynot be done at all. "

"Name them quickly, for time presses. "

"One would be to dismount the gentle ones, and let their beasts rangethe plain; by sending the Mohicans in front, we might then cut a lanethrough their sentries, and enter the fort over the dead bodies. "

"It will not do--it will not do!" interrupted the generous Heyward; "asoldier might force his way in this manner, but never with such aconvoy. "

"'Twould be, indeed, a bloody path for tender feet to wade in, " returnedthe equally reluctant scout; "but I thought it befitting my manhood toname it. We must then turn on our trail and get without the line oftheir look-outs, when we will bend short to the west, and enter themountains; where I can hide you, so that all the devil's hounds inMontcalm'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 mandateto "follow, " moved along the route by which they had just entered theirpresent critical and even dangerous situation. Their progress, liketheir late dialogue, was guarded, and without noise; for none knew atwhat moment a passing patrol, or a crouching picket of the enemy, mightrise upon their path. As they held their silent way along the margin ofthe pond, again Heyward and the scout stole furtive glances at itsappalling dreariness. They looked in vain for the form they had sorecently seen stalking along its silent shores, while a low and regularwash of the little waves, by announcing that the waters were not yetsubsided, furnished a frightful memorial of the deed of blood they hadjust witnessed. Like all that passing and gloomy scene, the low basin, however, quickly melted in the darkness, and became blended with themass of black objects in the rear of the travellers. 

Hawkeye soon deviated from the line of their retreat, and striking offtowards the mountains which form the western boundary of the narrowplain, he led his followers, with swift steps, deep within the shadowsthat were cast from their high and broken summits. The route was nowpainful; lying over ground ragged with rocks, and intersected withravines, and their progress proportionately slow. Bleak and black hillslay on every side of them, compensating in some degree for theadditional toil of the march, by the sense of security they imparted. Atlength the party began slowly to climb a steep and rugged ascent by apath that curiously wound among rocks and trees, avoiding the one, andsupported by the other, in a manner that showed it had been devised bymen long practised in the arts of the wilderness. As they gradually rosefrom the level of the valleys, the thick darkness which usually precedesthe approach of day began to disperse, and objects were seen in theplain and palpable colors with which they had been gifted by nature. When they issued from the stunted woods which clung to the barren sidesof the mountain, upon a flat and mossy rock that formed its summit, theymet the morning, as it came blushing above the green pines of a hillthat lay on the opposite side of the valley of the Horican. 

The scout now told the sisters to dismount; and taking the bridles fromthe mouths, and the saddles off the backs of the jaded beasts, he turnedthem loose, to glean a scanty subsistence among the shrubs and meagreherbage of that elevated region. 

"Go, " he said, "and seek your food where natur' gives it you; and bewarethat you become not food to ravenous wolves yourselves, among thesehills. "

"Have we no further need of them?" demanded Heyward. 

"See, and judge with your own eyes, " said the scout, advancing towardsthe eastern brow of the mountain, whither he beckoned for the wholeparty to follow; "if it was as easy to look into the heart of man as itis to spy out the nakedness of Montcalm's camp from this spot, hypocrites would grow scarce, and the cunning of a Mingo might prove alosing game, compared to the honesty of a Delaware. "

When the travellers reached the verge of the precipice, they saw, at aglance, the truth of the scout's declaration, and the admirableforesight with which he had led them to their commanding station. 

The mountain on which they stood, elevated, perhaps, a thousand feet inthe air, was a high cone that rose a little in advance of that rangewhich stretches for miles along the western shores of the lake, untilmeeting its sister piles, beyond the water, it ran off towards theCanadas, in confused and broken masses of rock, thinly sprinkled withevergreens. Immediately at the feet of the party, the southern shore ofthe Horican swept in a broad semicircle, from mountain to mountain, marking a wide strand, that soon rose into an uneven and somewhatelevated plain. To the north stretched the limpid, and, as it appearedfrom that dizzy height, the narrow sheet of the "holy lake, " indentedwith numberless bays, embellished by fantastic headlands, and dottedwith countless islands. At the distance of a few leagues, the bed of thewaters became lost among mountains, or was wrapped in the masses ofvapor that came slowly rolling along their bosom, before a light morningair. But a narrow opening between the crests of the hills pointed outthe passage by which they found their way still farther north, to spreadtheir pure and ample sheets again, before pouring out their tribute intothe distant Champlain. To the south stretched the defile, or ratherbroken plain, so often mentioned. For several miles in this direction, the mountains appeared reluctant to yield their dominion, but withinreach of the eye they diverged, and finally melted into the level andsandy lands, across which we have accompanied our adventurers in theirdouble journey. Along both ranges of hills, which bounded the oppositesides of the lake and valley, clouds of light vapor were rising inspiral wreaths from the uninhabited woods, looking like the smokes ofhidden cottages; or rolled lazily down the declivities, to mingle withthe fogs of the lower land. A single, solitary, snow-white cloud floatedabove the valley, and marked the spot beneath which lay the silent poolof the "bloody pond. "

Directly on the shore of the lake, and nearer to its western than to itseastern margin, lay the extensive earthen ramparts and low buildings ofWilliam Henry. Two of the sweeping bastions appeared to rest on thewater which washed their bases, while a deep ditch and extensivemorasses guarded its other sides and angles. The land had been clearedof wood for a reasonable distance around the work, but every other partof the scene lay in the green livery of nature, except where the limpidwater mellowed the view, or the bold rocks thrust their black and nakedheads above the undulating outline of the mountain ranges. In its frontmight be seen the scattered sentinels, who held a weary watch againsttheir numerous foes; and within the walls themselves, the travellerslooked down upon men still drowsy with a night of vigilance. Towards thesoutheast, but in immediate contact with the fort, was an entrenchedcamp, posted on a rocky eminence, that would have been far more eligiblefor the work itself, in which Hawkeye pointed out the presence of thoseauxiliary regiments that had so recently left the Hudson in theircompany. From the woods, a little farther to the south, rose numerousdark and lurid smokes, that were easily to be distinguished from thepurer exhalations of the springs, and which the scout also showed toHeyward, as evidences that the enemy lay in force in that direction. 

But the spectacle which most concerned the young soldier was on thewestern bank of the lake, though quite near to its southern termination. On a strip of land, which appeared, from his stand, too narrow tocontain such an army, but which, in truth, extended many hundreds ofyards from the shores of the Horican to the base of the mountain, wereto be seen the white tents and military engines of an encampment of tenthousand men. Batteries were already thrown up in their front, and evenwhile the spectators above them were looking down, with such differentemotions, on a scene which lay like a map beneath their feet, the roarof 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 musingscout, "and the watchers have a mind to wake up the sleepers by thesound of cannon. We are a few hours too late? Montcalm has alreadyfilled the woods with his accursed Iroquois. "

"The place is, indeed, invested, " returned Duncan, "but is there noexpedient by which we may enter? capture in the works would be farpreferable to falling again into the hands of roving Indians. "

"See!" exclaimed the scout, unconsciously directing the attention ofCora to the quarters of her own father, "how that shot has made thestones fly from the side of the commandant's house! Ay! these Frencherswill pull it to pieces faster than it was put together, solid and thickthough it be. "

"Heyward, I sicken at the sight of danger that I cannot share, " said theundaunted, but anxious daughter. "Let us go to Montcalm, and demandadmission: he dare not deny a child the boon. "

"You would scarce find the tent of the Frenchman with the hair on yourhead, " said the blunt scout. "If I had but one of the thousand boatswhich lie empty along that shore, it might be done. Ha! here will soonbe an end of the firing, for yonder comes a fog that will turn day tonight, and make an Indian arrow more dangerous than a moulded 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 someMingo 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 toany danger. "

The scout turned to her with a smile of honest and cordial approbationas he answered, --

"I would I had a thousand men, of brawny limbs and quick eyes, thatfeared death as little as you! I'd send them jabbering Frenchers backinto their den again, afore the week was ended, howling like so manyfettered hounds or hungry wolves. But stir, " he added, turning from herto the rest of the party, "the fog comes rolling down so fast, we shallhave 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 onyour left cheeks--or rather, follow the Mohicans; they'd scent theirway, be it in day or be it at night. "

He then waved his hand for them to follow, and threw himself down thesteep declivity, with free, but careful footsteps. Heyward assisted thesisters to descend, and in a few minutes they were all far down amountain whose sides they had climbed with so much toil and pain. 

The direction taken by Hawkeye soon brought the travellers to the levelof the plain, nearly opposite to a sally-port in the western curtain ofthe fort, which lay, itself, at the distance of about half a mile fromthe point where he halted to allow Duncan to come up with his charge. Intheir eagerness, and favored by the nature of the ground, they hadanticipated the fog, which was rolling heavily down the lake, and itbecame necessary to pause, until the mists had wrapped the camp of theenemy in their fleecy mantle. The Mohicans profited by the delay, tosteal 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 toprofit early by their report, and to obtain some faint knowledge forhimself 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 ourpath, " he said; "redskins and whites; and we shall be as likely to fallinto their midst as to pass them in the fog!"

"Cannot we make a circuit to avoid the danger, " asked Heyward, "and comeinto our path again when it is passed?"

"Who that once bends from the line of his march in a fog can tell whenor how to turn to find it again! The mists of Horican are not like thecurls from a peace-pipe, or the smoke which settles above a mosquitofire. "

He was yet speaking, when a crashing sound was heard, and a cannon-ballentered the thicket, striking the body of a sapling, and rebounding tothe earth, its force being much expended by previous resistance. TheIndians followed instantly like busy attendants on the terriblemessenger, 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; "fordesperate fevers are not to be treated like a toothache. Come, then, thefog 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 withhis foot, "has ploughed the 'arth in its road from the fort, and weshall hunt for the furrow it has made, when all other signs may fail. Nomore words, but follow, or the fog may leave us in the middle of ourpath, a mark for both armies to shoot at. "

Heyward perceiving that, in fact, a crisis had arrived when acts weremore required than words, placed himself between the sisters, and drewthem swiftly forward, keeping the dim figure of their leader in his eye. It was soon apparent that Hawkeye had not magnified the power of thefog, for before they had proceeded twenty yards, it was difficult forthe different individuals of the party to distinguish each other, in thevapor. 

They had made their little circuit to the left, and were alreadyinclining again towards the right, having, as Heyward thought, got overnearly half the distance to the friendly works, when his ears weresaluted with the fierce summons, apparently within twenty feet of them, of--

"Qui va là?"

"Push on!" whispered the scout, once more bending to the left. 

"Push on!" repeated Heyward; when the summons was renewed by a dozenvoices, each of which seemed charged with menace. 

"C'est moi, " cried Duncan, dragging, rather than leading those hesupported, swiftly onward. 

"Bête!--qui?--moi!"

"Ami de là France. "

"Tu m'as plus l'air d'un _ennemi_ de là France; arrête! où pardieu je teferai ami du diable. Non! feu, camarades, feu!"

The order was instantly obeyed, and the fog was stirred by the explosionof fifty muskets. Happily, the aim was bad, and the bullets cut the airin a direction a little different from that taken by the fugitives;though still so nigh them, that to the unpractised ears of David and thetwo females, it appeared as if they whistled within a few inches of theorgans. The outcry was renewed, and the order, not only to fire again, but to pursue, was too plainly audible. When Heyward briefly explainedthe meaning of the words they heard, Hawkeye halted, and spoke withquick decision and great firmness. 

"Let us deliver our fire, " he said; "they will believe it a sortie, andgive way, or they will wait for reinforcements. "

The scheme was well conceived, but failed in its effect. The instant theFrench 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 tothe farthest boundary of the woods. 

"We shall draw their entire army upon us, and bring on a generalassault, " said Duncan: "lead on, my friend, for your own life, andours. "

The scout seemed willing to comply; but, in the hurry of the moment, andin the change of position, he had lost the direction. In vain he turnedeither cheek towards the light air; they felt equally cool. In thisdilemma, Uncas lighted on the furrow of the cannon-ball, where it hadcut the ground in three adjacent ant-hills. 

"Give me the range!" said Hawkeye, bending to catch a glimpse of thedirection, 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 fogrolled upwards in thick wreaths, and several cannon belched across theplain, and the roar was thrown heavily back from the bellowing echoes ofthe mountain. 

"'Tis from the fort!" exclaimed Hawkeye, turning short on his tracks;"and we, like stricken fools, were rushing to the woods, under the veryknives of the Maquas. "

The instant their mistake was rectified, the whole party retraced theerror with the utmost diligence. Duncan willingly relinquished thesupport of Cora to the arm of Uncas, and Cora as readily accepted thewelcome assistance. Men, hot and angry in pursuit, were evidently ontheir footsteps, and each instant threatened their capture, if not theirdestruction. 

"Point de quartier aux coquins!" cried an eager pursuer, who seemed todirect the operations of the enemy. 

"Stand firm, and be ready, my gallant 60ths!" suddenly exclaimed a voiceabove them; "wait to see the enemy, --fire low, and sweep the glacis. "

"Father! father!" exclaimed a piercing cry from out the mist; "it is I!Alice! thy own Elsie! spare, O! save your daughters!"

"Hold!" shouted the former speaker, in the awful tones of parentalagony, the sound reaching even to the woods, and rolling back in solemnecho. "'Tis she! God has restored me my children! Throw open thesally-port; to the field, 60ths, to the field; pull not a trigger, lestye 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, passingswiftly towards the glacis. He knew them for his own battalion of theroyal Americans, and flying to their head, soon swept every trace of hispursuers from before the works. 

For an instant, Cora and Alice had stood trembling and bewildered bythis unexpected desertion; but, before either had leisure for speech, oreven thought, an officer of gigantic frame whose locks were bleachedwith years and service, but whose air of military grandeur had beenrather softened than destroyed by time, rushed out of the body of themist, and folded them to his bosom, while large scalding tears rolleddown his pale and wrinkled cheeks, and he exclaimed, in the peculiaraccent of Scotland, --

"For this I thank thee, Lord! Let danger come as it will, thy servant isnow prepared!"

CHAPTER XV

 "Then go we in, to know his embassy; Which I could, with ready guess, declare, Before the Frenchman speak a word of it. "

 _King Henry V. _

A few succeeding days were passed amid the privations, the uproar, andthe dangers of the siege, which was vigorously pressed by a poweragainst whose approaches Munro possessed no competent means ofresistance. It appeared as if Webb, with his army, which lay slumberingon the banks of the Hudson, had utterly forgotten the strait to whichhis countrymen were reduced. Montcalm had filled the woods of theportage with his savages, every yell and whoop from whom rang throughthe British encampment, chilling the hearts of men who were already buttoo much disposed to magnify the danger. 

Not so, however, with the besieged. Animated by the words, andstimulated by the examples, of their leaders, they had found theircourage, and maintained their ancient reputation, with zeal that didjustice to the stern character of their commander. As if satisfied withthe toil of marching through the wilderness to encounter his enemy, theFrench general, though of approved skill, had neglected to seize theadjacent mountains; whence the besieged might have been exterminatedwith impunity, and which, in the more modern warfare of the country, would not have been neglected for a single hour. This sort of contemptfor eminences, or rather dread of the labor of ascending them, mighthave been termed the besetting weakness of the warfare of the period. Itoriginated in the simplicity of the Indian contests, in which, from thenature of the combats, and the density of the forests, fortresses wererare, and artillery next to useless. The carelessness engendered bythese usages descended even to the war of the Revolution, and lost theStates the important fortress of Ticonderoga, opening a way for the armyof Burgoyne into what was then the bosom of the country. We look back atthis ignorance, or infatuation, whichever it may be called, with wonder, knowing that the neglect of an eminence, whose difficulties, like thoseof Mount Defiance, have been so greatly exaggerated, would, at thepresent time, prove fatal to the reputation of the engineer who hadplanned the works at their base, or to that of the general whose lot itwas to defend them. 

The tourist, the valetudinarian, or the amateur of the beauties ofnature, who, in the train of his four-in-hand, now rolls through thescenes we have attempted to describe, in quest of information, health, or pleasure, or floats steadily towards his object on those artificialwaters which have sprung up under the administration of a statesman[21]who has dared to stake his political character on the hazardous issue, is not to suppose that his ancestors traversed those hills, or struggledwith the same currents with equal facility. The transportation of asingle heavy gun was often considered equal to a victory gained; if, happily, the difficulties of the passage had not so far separated itfrom its necessary concomitant, the ammunition, as to render it no morethan an useless tube of unwieldy iron. 

The evils of this state of things pressed heavily on the fortunes of theresolute Scotsman who now defended William Henry. Though his adversaryneglected the hills, he had planted his batteries with judgment on theplain, and caused them to be served with vigor and skill. Against thisassault, the besieged could only oppose the imperfect and hastypreparations of a fortress in the wilderness. 

It was in the afternoon of the fifth day of the siege, and the fourth ofhis own service in it, that Major Heyward profited by a parley that hadjust been beaten, by repairing to the ramparts of one of the waterbastions, to breathe the cool air from the lake, and to take a survey ofthe progress of the siege. He was alone, if the solitary sentinel whopaced the mound be excepted; for the artillerists had hastened also toprofit by the temporary suspension of their arduous duties. The eveningwas delightfully calm, and the light air from the limpid water fresh andsoothing. It seemed as if, with the termination to the roar of artilleryand the plunging of shot, nature had also seized the moment to assumeher mildest and most captivating form. The sun poured down his partingglory on the scene, without the oppression of those fierce rays thatbelong to the climate and the season. The mountains looked green andfresh and lovely; tempered with the milder light, or softened in shadow, as thin vapors floated between them and the sun. The numerous islandsrested on the bosom of the Horican, some low and sunken, as if imbeddedin the waters, and others appearing to hover above the element, inlittle hillocks of green velvet; among which the fishermen of thebeleaguering army peacefully rowed their skiffs, or floated at rest onthe glassy mirror, in quiet pursuit of their employment. 

The scene was at once animated and still. All that pertained to naturewas sweet, or simply grand; while those parts which depended on thetemper and movements of man were lively and playful. 

Two little spotless flags were abroad, the one on a salient angle of thefort, and the other on the advanced battery of the besiegers; emblems ofthe truce 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 thepebbly beach, within dangerous proximity to the sullen but silent cannonof the fort, while the eastern mountain was sending back the loud shoutsand gay merriment that attended their sport. Some were rushing eagerlyto enjoy the aquatic games of the lake, and others were already toilingtheir way up the neighboring hills, with the restless curiosity of theirnation. To all these sports and pursuits, those of the enemy who watchedthe besieged, and the besieged themselves, were, however, merely theidle, though sympathizing spectators. Here and there a picket had, indeed, raised a song, or mingled in a dance, which had drawn the duskysavages around them, from their lairs in the forest. In short, everything wore rather the appearance of a day of pleasure, than of anhour stolen from the dangers and toil of a bloody and vindictivewarfare. 

Duncan had stood in a musing attitude, contemplating this scene a fewminutes, when his eyes were directed to the glacis in front of thesally-port already mentioned, by the sounds of approaching footsteps. Hewalked to an angle of the bastion, and beheld the scout advancing, underthe custody of a French officer, to the body of the fort. Thecountenance of Hawkeye was haggard and careworn, and his air dejected, as though he felt the deepest degradation at having fallen into thepower of his enemies. He was without his favorite weapon, and his armswere even bound behind him with thongs, made of the skin of a deer. Thearrival of flags, to cover the messengers of summons, had occurred sooften of late, that when Heyward first threw his careless glance on thisgroup, he expected to see another of the officers of the enemy, chargedwith 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 intothe bosom of the work. 

The sounds of other voices, however, caught his attention, and for amoment caused him to forget his purpose. At the inner angle of the moundhe met the sisters, walking along the parapet in search, like himself, of air and relief from confinement. They had not met from that painfulmoment 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 nowsaw them refreshed and blooming, though timid and anxious. Under such aninducement, it will cause no surprise that the young man lost sight, fora time, of other objects in order to address them. He was, however, anticipated by the voice of the ingenuous and youthful Alice. 

"Ah! thou truant! thou recreant knight! he who abandons his damsels inthe very lists!" she cried; "here have we been days, nay, ages, expecting you at our feet, imploring mercy and forgetfulness of yourcraven backsliding, or, I should rather say, back-running--for verilyyou fled in a manner that no stricken deer, as our worthy friend thescout would say, could equal!"

"You know that Alice means our thanks and our blessings, " added thegraver and more thoughtful Cora. "In truth, we have a little wonderedwhy you should so rigidly absent yourself from a place where thegratitude of the daughters might receive the support of a parent'sthanks. "

"Your father himself could tell you, that though absent from yourpresence, I have not been altogether forgetful of your safety, " returnedthe young man; "the mastery of yonder village of huts, " pointing to theneighboring entrenched camp, "has been keenly disputed; and he who holdsit is sure to be possessed of this fort, and that which it contains. Mydays and my nights have all been passed there since we separated, because I thought that duty called me thither. But, " he added with anair of chagrin, which he endeavored, though unsuccessfully, to conceal, "had I been aware that what I then believed a soldier's conduct could sobe construed, shame would have been added to the list of reasons. "

"Heyward!--Duncan!" exclaimed Alice, bending forward to read hishalf-averted countenance, until a lock of her golden hair rested on herflushed cheek, and nearly concealed the tear that had started to hereye; "did I think this idle tongue of mine had pained you, I wouldsilence it forever, Cora can say, if Cora would, how justly we haveprized your services, and how deep--I had almost said, how fervent--isour gratitude. "

"And will Cora attest the truth of this?" cried Duncan, suffering thecloud 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 ofthe knight in the duty of a soldier?"

Cora made no immediate answer, but turned her face towards the water, asif looking on the sheet of the Horican. When she did bend her dark eyeson the young man, they were yet filled with an expression of anguishthat at once drove every thought but that of kind solicitude from hismind. 

"You are not well, dearest Miss Munro!" he exclaimed; "we have trifledwhile you are in suffering. "

"'Tis nothing, " she answered, refusing his offered support with femininereserve. "That I cannot see the sunny side of the picture of life, likethis artless but ardent enthusiast, " she added, laying her hand lightly, but affectionately, on the arm of her sister, "is the penalty ofexperience, and, perhaps, the misfortune of my nature. See, " shecontinued, as if determined to shake off infirmity, in a sense of duty;"look around you, Major Heyward, and tell me what a prospect is this forthe daughter of a soldier whose greatest happiness is his honor and hismilitary renown. "

"Neither ought nor shall be tarnished by circumstances over which he hashad no control, " Duncan warmly replied. "But your words recall me to myown duty. I go now to your gallant father, to hear his determination inmatters of the last moment to the defence. God bless you in everyfortune, noble--Cora--I may and must call you. " She frankly gave him herhand, though her lip quivered, and her cheeks gradually became of anashy paleness. "In every fortune, I know you will be an ornament andhonor to your sex. Alice, adieu"--his tone changed from admiration totenderness--"adieu, Alice; we shall soon meet again; as conquerors, Itrust, and amid rejoicings!"

Without waiting for an answer from either, the young man threw himselfdown the grassy steps of the bastion, and moving rapidly across theparade, he was quickly in the presence of their father. Munro waspacing his narrow apartment with a disturbed air and gigantic strides asDuncan entered. 

"You have anticipated my wishes, Major Heyward, " he said; "I was aboutto request this favor. "

"I am sorry to see, sir, that the messenger I so warmly recommended hasreturned in custody of the French! I hope there is no reason to distrusthis 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 politenessof his nation, he has sent him in with a doleful tale, of 'knowing how Ivalued the fellow, he could not think of retaining him. ' A Jesuiticalway, 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 animpatient boy, sir, and cannot give the gentlemen leisure for theirmarch!"

"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 agreeablepart of the matter. For the customary attentions of your Marquis ofMontcalm--I warrant me, Duncan, that he of Lothian would buy a dozensuch marquisates--but, if the news of the letter were bad, the gentilityof 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'sgrandfather taught the noble science of dancing. "

"But what says the scout? he has eyes and ears, and a tongue: whatverbal report does he make?"

"O! sir, he is not wanting in natural organs, and he is free to tell allthat he has seen and heard. The whole amount is this: there is a fort ofhis majesty's on the banks of the Hudson, called Edward, in honor of hisgracious highness of York, you'll know; and it is well filled with armedmen, as such a work should be. "

"But was there no movement, no signs of any intention to advance to ourrelief?"

"There were the morning and evening parades; and when one of theprovincial loons--you'll know, Duncan, you're half a Scotsmanyourself--when one of them dropped his powder over his porretch, if ittouched the coals, it just burnt!" Then suddenly changing his bitter, ironical manner, to one more grave and thoughtful, he continued; "andyet there might, and must be, something in that letter which it would bewell to know!"

"Our decision should be speedy, " said Duncan, gladly availing himself ofthis change of humor, to press the more important objects of theirinterview; "I cannot conceal from you, sir, that the camp will not bemuch longer tenable; and I am sorry to add, that things appear no betterin the fort; more than half the guns are bursted. "

"And how should it be otherwise? Some were fished from the bottom of thelake; some have been rusting in the woods since the discovery of thecountry; and some were never guns at all--mere privateersmen'splaythings! Do you think, sir, you can have Woolwich Warren in the midstof a wilderness, three thousand miles from Great Britain!"

"The walls are crumbling about our ears, and provisions begin to failus, " continued Heyward, without regarding this new burst of indignation;"even the men show signs of discontent and alarm. "

"Major Heyward, " said Munro, turning to his youthful associate with thedignity of his years and superior rank; "I should have served hismajesty for half a century, and earned these gray hairs, in vain, were Iignorant of all you say, and of the pressing nature of ourcircumstances; still, there is everything due to the honor of the king'sarms and something to ourselves. While there is hope of succor, thisfortress will I defend, though it be to be done with pebbles gathered onthe 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 leftamong 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 othercivilities, invited me to a personal interview between the works and hisown 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 meethim, and I would employ you, an officer of rank, as my substitute; forit would but ill comport with the honor of Scotland to let it be saidone of her gentlemen was outdone in civility by a native of any othercountry on earth. "

Without assuming the supererogatory task of entering into a discussionof the comparative merits of national courtesy, Duncan cheerfullyassented to supply the place of the veteran in the approachinginterview. A long and confidential communication now succeeded, duringwhich the young man received some additional insight into his duty, fromthe experience and native acuteness of his commander, and then theformer took his leave. 

As Duncan could only act as the representative of the commandant of thefort, the ceremonies which should have accompanied a meeting between theheads of the adverse forces were of course dispensed with. The trucestill existed, and with a roll and beat of the drum, and covered by alittle white flag, Duncan left the sally-port, within ten minutes afterhis instructions were ended. He was received by the French officer inadvance with the usual formalities, and immediately accompanied to adistant marquee of the renowned soldier who led the forces of France. 

The general of the enemy received the youthful messenger, surrounded byhis principal officers, and by a swarthy band of the native chiefs, whohad followed him to the field, with the warriors of their severaltribes. Heyward paused short, when, in glancing his eyes rapidly overthe dark group of the latter, he beheld the malignant countenance ofMagua, regarding him with the calm but sullen attention which marked theexpression of that subtle savage. A slight exclamation of surprise evenburst from the lips of the young man; but instantly recollecting hiserrand, and the presence in which he stood, he suppressed everyappearance of emotion, and turned to the hostile leader, who had alreadyadvanced a step to receive him. 

The Marquis of Montcalm was, at the period of which we write, in theflower of his age, and, it may be added, in the zenith of his fortunes. But, even in that enviable situation, he was affable, and distinguishedas much for his attention to the forms of courtesy, as for thatchivalrous courage which, only two short years afterwards, induced himto throw away his life on the plains of Abraham. Duncan, in turning hiseyes from the malign expression of Magua, suffered them to rest withpleasure on the smiling and polished features, and the noble militaryair, of the French general. 

"Monsieur, " said the latter, "j'ai beaucoup de plaisir à--bah!--où estcet interprête?"

"Je crois, monsieur, qu'il ne sera pas nécessaire, " Heyward modestlyreplied; "je parle un peu Français. "

"Ah! j'en suis bien aise, " said Montcalm, taking Duncan familiarly bythe arm, and leading him deep into the marquee, a little out ofear-shot; "je déteste ces fripons-là; on ne sait jamais sur quel pié onest avec eux. Eh, bien! monsieur, " he continued, still speaking inFrench; "though I should have been proud of receiving your commandant, Iam very happy that he has seen proper to employ an officer sodistinguished, and who, I am sure, is so amiable, as yourself. "

Duncan bowed low, pleased with the compliment, in spite of a most heroicdetermination to suffer no artifice to allure him into forgetfulness ofthe interest of his prince; and Montcalm, after a pause of a moment, asif to recollect 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 ofhumanity, and less of your courage? The one as strongly characterizesthe 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 tostimulate the one, we can, as yet, see no particular call for theexercise of the other. "

Montcalm, in his turn, slightly bowed, but it was with the air of a mantoo practised to remember the language of flattery. After musing amoment, he added, --

"It is possible my glasses have deceived me, and that your works resistour cannon better than I had supposed. You know our force?"

"Our accounts vary, " said Duncan, carelessly; "the highest, however, hasnot exceeded twenty thousand men. "

The Frenchman bit his lip, and fastened his eyes keenly on the other asif to read his thoughts; then, with a readiness peculiar to himself, hecontinued, as if assenting to the truth of an enumeration which quitedoubled 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 tobe 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, " headded, smiling archly, "I may be permitted to believe that gallantry isnot forgotten by one so young as yourself. The daughters of thecommandant, I learn, have passed into the fort since it was invested?"

"It is true, monsieur; but, so far from weakening our efforts, they setus an example of courage in their own fortitude. Were nothing butresolution necessary to repel so accomplished a soldier as M. DeMontcalm, I would gladly trust the defence of William Henry to the elderof those ladies. "

"We have a wise ordinance in our Salique laws, which says, 'The crown ofFrance shall never degrade the lance to the distaff, '" said Montcalm, dryly, and with a little hauteur; but instantly adding, with his formerfrank and easy air, "as all the nobler qualities are hereditary, I caneasily credit you; though, as I said before, courage has its limits, andhumanity must not be forgotten. I trust, monsieur, you come authorizedto treat for the surrender of the place?"

"Has your excellency found our defence so feeble as to believe themeasure necessary?"

"I should be sorry to have the defence protracted in such a manner as toirritate my red friends there, " continued Montcalm, glancing his eyes atthe group of grave and attentive Indians, without attending to theother's question; "I find it difficult, even now, to limit them to theusages of war. "

Heyward was silent; for a painful recollection of the dangers he had sorecently escaped came over his mind, and recalled the images of thosedefenceless beings who had shared in all his sufferings. 

"Ces messieurs-là, " said Montcalm, following up the advantage which heconceived he had gained, "are most formidable when baffled: and it isunnecessary to tell you with what difficulty they are restrained intheir anger. Eh bien, monsieur! shall we speak of the terms?"

"I fear your excellency has been deceived as to the strength of WilliamHenry, and the resources of its garrison!"

"I have not sat down before Quebec, but an earthen work, that isdefended by twenty-three hundred gallant men, " was the laconic reply. 

"Our mounds are earthen, certainly--nor are they seated on the rocks ofCape Diamond; but they stand on that shore which proved so destructiveto Dieskau and his army. There is also a powerful force within a fewhours' march of us, which we account upon as part of our means. "

"Some six or eight thousand men, " returned Montcalm, with much apparentindifference, "whom their leader wisely judges to be safer in theirworks than in the field. "

It was now Heyward's turn to bite his lip with vexation, as the other socoolly alluded to a force which the young man knew to be overrated. Bothmused a little while in silence, when Montcalm renewed the conversation, in a way that showed he believed the visit of his guest was solely topropose terms of capitulation. On the other hand, Heyward began to throwsundry inducements in the way of the French general, to betray thediscoveries he had made through the intercepted letter. The artifice ofneither, however, succeeded; and after a protracted and fruitlessinterview, Duncan took his leave, favorably impressed with an opinion ofthe courtesy and talents of the enemy's captain, but as ignorant of whathe came to learn as when he arrived. Montcalm followed him as far as theentrance of the marquee, renewing his invitations to the commandant ofthe fort to give him an immediate meeting in the open ground, betweenthe two armies. 

There they separated, and Duncan returned to the advanced post of theFrench, accompanied as before; whence he instantly proceeded to thefort, and to the quarters of his own commander. 

CHAPTER XVI

 "_Edg. _--Before you fight the battle, ope this letter. "

 _King Lear. _

Major Heyward found Munro attended only by his daughters. Alice sat uponhis knee, parting the gray hairs on the forehead of the old man with herdelicate fingers; and, whenever he affected to frown on her trifling, appeasing his assumed anger by pressing her ruby lips fondly on hiswrinkled brow. Cora was seated nigh them, a calm and amused looker-on;regarding the wayward movements of her more youthful sister, with thatspecies of maternal fondness which characterized her love for Alice. Notonly the dangers through which they had passed, but those which stillimpended above them, appeared to be momentarily forgotten, in thesoothing indulgence of such a family meeting. It seemed as if they hadprofited by the short truce, to devote an instant to the purest and bestaffections: the daughters forgetting their fears, and the veteran hiscares, in the security of the moment. Of this scene, Duncan, who in hiseagerness to report his arrival had entered unannounced, stood manymoments an unobserved and a delighted spectator. But the quick anddancing eyes of Alice soon caught a glimpse of his figure reflected froma glass, and she sprang blushing from her father's knee, exclaimingaloud, --

"Major Heyward!"

"What of the lad?" demanded the father; "I have sent him to crack alittle 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 asoldier, without having his camp filled with such prattling hussies asyourself!"

Alice laughingly followed her sister, who instantly led the way from anapartment where she perceived their presence was no longer desirable. Munro, instead of demanding the result of the young man's mission, pacedthe room for a few moments, with his hands behind his back, and his headinclined towards the floor, like a man lost in thought. At length heraised his eyes, glistening with a father's fondness, and exclaimed, --

"They are a pair of excellent girls, Heyward, and such as any one mayboast of. "

"You are not now to learn my opinion of your daughters, Colonel Munro. "

"True, lad, true, " interrupted the impatient old man; "you were aboutopening your mind more fully on that matter the day you got in; but Idid not think it becoming in an old soldier to be talking of nuptialblessings and wedding jokes when the enemies of his king were likely tobe unbidden guests at the feast! But I was wrong, Duncan, boy, I waswrong there; and I am now ready to hear what you have to say. "

"Notwithstanding the pleasure your assurance gives me, dear sir, I havejust now a message from Montcalm--"

"Let the Frenchman and all his host go to the devil, sir?" exclaimed thehasty veteran. "He is not yet master of William Henry, nor shall he everbe, provided Webb proves himself the man he should. No, sir! thankHeaven, we are not yet in such a strait that it can be said Munro is toomuch 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 justgive you a hearing, though all the knights of St. Louis were in a bodyat the sally-port, with the French saint at their head, craving to speaka word under favor. A pretty degree of knighthood, sir, is that whichcan be bought with sugar-hogsheads! and then your two-penny marquisates!The thistle is the order for dignity and antiquity; the veritable _nemome 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 inexhibiting his contempt for the message of the French general, was fainto humor a spleen that he knew would be short-lived; he thereforereplied with as much indifference as he could assume on such asubject, --

"My request, as you know, sir, went so far as to presume to the honor ofbeing 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 anabuse of a confided trust, had I taken advantage of my situation forsuch a purpose. "

"Your notions are those of a gentleman, Major Heyward, and well enoughin their place. But Cora Munro is a maiden too discreet, and of a mindtoo elevated and improved, to need the guardianship even of a father. "

"Cora!"

"Ay--Cora! we are talking of your pretensions to Miss Munro, are we not, sir?"

"I--I--I 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 offendedfeeling. 

"You have another, and not less lovely child. "

"Alice!" exclaimed the father, in an astonishment equal to that withwhich 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 effectproduced by a communication which, as it now appeared, was sounexpected. For several minutes Munro paced the chamber with long andrapid strides, his rigid features working convulsively, and everyfaculty seemingly absorbed in the musings of his own mind. At length, hepaused directly in front of Heyward, and riveting his eyes upon those ofthe other, he said, with a lip that quivered violently, --

"Duncan Heyward, I have loved you for the sake of him whose blood is inyour veins; I have loved you for your own good qualities; and I haveloved you, because I thought you would contribute to the happiness of mychild. But all this love would turn to hatred, were I assured that whatI so much apprehend is true. "

"God forbid that any act or thought of mine should lead to such achange!" exclaimed the young man, whose eye never quailed under thepenetrating look it encountered. Without adverting the impossibility ofthe other's comprehending those feelings which were hid in his ownbosom, Munro suffered himself to be appeased by the unalteredcountenance he met, and with a voice sensibly softened, he continued, --

"You would be my son, Duncan, and you're ignorant of the history of theman you wish to call your father. Sit ye down, young man, and I willopen to you the wounds of a seared heart, in as few words as may besuitable. "

By this time, the message of Montcalm was as much forgotten by him whobore 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 andattitude of respectful attention. At length the former spoke:--

"You'll know, already, Major Heyward, that my family was both ancientand honorable, " commenced the Scotsman; "though it might not altogetherbe endowed with that amount of wealth that should correspond with itsdegree. I was, may be, such an one as yourself when I plighted my faithto Alice Graham, the only child of a neighboring laird of some estate. But the connection was disagreeable to her father, on more accounts thanmy poverty. I did therefore what an honest man should--restored themaiden her troth, and departed the country in the service of my king. Ihad 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 mylot to form a connection with one who in time became my wife, and themother of Cora. She was the daughter of a gentleman of those isles, by alady whose misfortune it was, if you will, " said the old man, proudly, "to be descended, remotely, from that unfortunate class who are sobasely enslaved to administer to the wants of a luxurious people. Ay, sir, that is a curse entailed on Scotland by her unnatural union with aforeign and trading people. But could I find a man among them who woulddare to reflect on my child, he should feel the weight of a father'sanger! Ha! Major Heyward, you are yourself born at the south, wherethese unfortunate beings are considered of a race inferior to your own. "

"'Tis most unfortunately true, sir, " said Duncan, unable any longer toprevent his eyes from sinking to the floor in embarrassment. 

"And you cast it on my child as a reproach! You scorn to mingle theblood of the Heywards with one so degraded--lovely and virtuous thoughshe be?" fiercely demanded the jealous parent. 

"Heaven protect me from a prejudice so unworthy of my reason!" returnedDuncan, at the same time conscious of such a feeling, and that as deeplyrooted as if it had been ingrafted in his nature. "The sweetness, thebeauty, the witchery of your younger daughter, Colonel Munro, mightexplain my motives, without imputing to me this injustice. "

"Ye are right, sir, " returned the old man, again changing his tones tothose of gentleness, or rather softness; "the girl is the image of whather mother was at her years, and before she had become acquainted withgrief. When death deprived me of my wife I returned to Scotland, enriched by the marriage; and would you think it, Duncan! The sufferingangel 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 over-looked my want of faith, and all difficulties being nowremoved, she took me for her husband. "

"And became the mother of Alice?" exclaimed Duncan, with an eagernessthat might have proved dangerous at a moment when the thoughts of Munrowere less occupied than at present. 

"She did, indeed, " said the old man, "and dearly did she pay for theblessing she bestowed. But she is a saint in heaven, sir; and it illbecomes one whose foot rests on the grave to mourn a lot so blessed. Ihad her but a single year, though; a short term of happiness for one whohad seen her youth fade in hopeless pining. "

There was something so commanding in the distress of the old man, thatHeyward did not dare to venture a syllable of consolation. Munro satutterly unconscious of the other's presence, his features exposed andworking with the anguish of his regrets, while heavy tears fell from hiseyes, and rolled unheeded from his cheeks to the floor. At length hemoved, as if suddenly recovering his recollection; when he arose, andtaking a single turn across the room, he approached his companion withan air of military grandeur, and demanded, --

"Have you not, Major Heyward, some communication that I should hear fromthe Marquis de Montcalm?"

Duncan started, in his turn, and immediately commenced, in anembarrassed voice, the half-forgotten message. It is unnecessary todwell upon the evasive, though polite manner, with which the Frenchgeneral had eluded every attempt of Heyward to worm from him the purportof the communication he had proposed making, or on the decided, thoughstill polished message, by which he now gave his enemy to understand, that unless he chose to receive it in person, he should not receive itat all. As Munro listened to the detail of Duncan, the excited feelingsof 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 thisgentleman invited me to a conference, and when I send him a capablesubstitute, 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; andyou will remember that the invitation, which he now repeats, was to thecommandant of the works, and not to his second. "

"Well, sir, is not a substitute clothed with all the power and dignityof 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 tolet him behold the firm countenance we maintain in spite of his numbersand his summons. There might be no bad policy in such a stroke, youngman. "

Duncan, who believed it of the last importance that they should speedilycome at the contents of the letter borne by the scout, gladly encouragedthis idea. 

"Without doubt, he could gather no confidence by witnessing ourindifference, " he said. 

"You never said truer word. I could wish, sir, that he would visit theworks in open day, and in the form of a storming party: that is theleast failing method of proving the countenance of an enemy, and wouldbe far preferable to the battering system he has chosen. The beauty andmanliness of warfare has been much deformed, Major Heyward, by the artsof your Monsieur Vauban. Our ancestors were far above such scientificcowardice!"

"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, andgive them a flourish of the music; and send out a messenger to let themknow who is coming. We will follow with a small guard, for such respectis due to one who holds the honor of his king in keeping; and harkee, Duncan, " he added, in a half whisper, though they were alone, "it may beprudent to have some aid at hand, in case there should be treachery atthe 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, tomake the necessary arrangements. A very few minutes only were necessaryto parade a few files, and to despatch an orderly with a flag toannounce the approach of the commandant of the fort. When Duncan haddone both these, he led the guard to the sally-port, near which he foundhis superior ready, waiting his appearance. As soon as the usualceremonials of a military departure were observed, the veteran and hismore youthful companion left the fortress, attended by the escort. 

They had proceeded only a hundred yards from the works, when the littlearray which attended the French general to the conference, was seenissuing from the hollow way, which formed the bed of a brook that ranbetween the batteries of the besiegers and the fort. From the momentthat Munro left his own works to appear in front of his enemies, his airhad been grand, and his step and countenance highly military. Theinstant he caught a glimpse of the white plume that waved in the hat ofMontcalm, his eye lighted, and age no longer appeared to possess anyinfluence over his vast and still muscular person. 

"Speak to the boys to be watchful, sir, " he said, in an undertone, toDuncan; "and to look well to their flints and steel, for one is neversafe with a servant of these Louises; at the same time, we will showthem the front of men in deep security. Ye'll understand me, MajorHeyward!"

He was interrupted by the clamor of a drum from the approachingFrenchmen, which was immediately answered, when each party pushed anorderly in advance, bearing a white flag, and the wary Scotsman halted, with his guard close at his back. As soon as this slight salutation hadpassed, Montcalm moved towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran, and dropping his spotless plume nearlyto the earth in courtesy. If the air of Munro was more commanding andmanly, it wanted both the ease and insinuating polish of that of theFrenchman. Neither spoke for a few moments, each regarding the otherwith curious and interested eyes. Then, as became his superior rank andthe nature of the interview, Montcalm broke the silence. After utteringthe usual words of greeting, he turned to Duncan, and continued with asmile of recognition, speaking always in French, --

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE MEETING OF THE GENERALS

_As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved towardsthem with a quick but graceful step, baring his head to the veteran, anddropping his spotless plume nearly to the earth in courtesy_]

"I am rejoiced, monsieur, that you have given us the pleasure of yourcompany on this occasion. There will be no necessity to employ anordinary interpreter; for, in your hands, I feel the same security as ifI 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 arrière, mes enfans--il fait chaud; retirez-vous un peu. "

Before Major Heyward would imitate this proof of confidence, he glancedhis eyes around the plain, and beheld with uneasiness the numerous duskygroups of savages, who looked out from the margin of the surroundingwoods, curious spectators of the interview. 

"Monsieur de Montcalm will readily acknowledge the difference in oursituation, " he said, with some embarrassment, pointing at the same timetowards those dangerous foes, who were to be seen in almost everydirection. "Were we to dismiss our guard, we should stand here at themercy of our enemies. "

"Monsieur, you have the plighted faith of _un gentilhomme Français_; foryour safety, " returned Montcalm, laying his hand impressively on hisheart; "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 failto demand an instant explanation. 

"Is it not our interest, sir, to betray no distrust?" retorted Duncan. "Monsieur de Montcalm pledges his word for our safety, and I haveordered the men to withdraw a little, in order to prove how much wedepend on his assurance. "

"It may be all right, sir, but I have no overweening reliance on thefaith of these marquesses, or marquis, as they call themselves. Theirpatents of nobility are too common to be certain that they bear the sealof true honor. "

"You forget, dear sir, that we confer with an officer distinguishedalike in Europe and America for his deeds. From a soldier of hisreputation we can have nothing to apprehend. "

The old man made a gesture of resignation, though his rigid featuresstill betrayed his obstinate adherence to a distrust, which he derivedfrom a sort of hereditary contempt of his enemy, rather than from anypresent signs which might warrant so uncharitable a feeling. Montcalmwaited patiently until this little dialogue in demi-voice 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 hasalready done everything which is necessary for the honor of his prince, and will not listen to the admonitions of humanity. I will forever beartestimony that his resistance has been gallant, and was continued aslong as there was hope. "

When this opening was translated to Munro, he answered with dignity, butwith sufficient courtesy, --

"However I may prize such testimony from Monsieur Montcalm, it will bemore 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 touseless obstinacy. Monsieur would wish to see my camp, and witness, forhimself, our numbers, and the impossibility of his resisting them, withsuccess?"

"I know that the king of France is well served, " returned the unmovedScotsman, as soon as Duncan ended his translation; "but my own royalmaster has as many and as faithful troops. "

"Though not at hand, fortunately for us, " said Montcalm, withoutwaiting, 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 hefaces 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 by-playwith Munro. 

"Your pardon, monsieur, " rejoined the Frenchman, suffering a slightcolor to appear on his dark cheek. "There is a vast difference betweenunderstanding and speaking a foreign tongue; you will, therefore, pleaseto assist me still. " Then after a short pause, he added, "These hillsafford us every opportunity of reconnoitring your works, messieurs, andI am possibly as well acquainted with their weak condition as you can beyourselves. "

"Ask the French general if his glasses can reach to the Hudson, " saidMunro, proudly; "and if he knows when and where to expect the army ofWebb. "

"Let General Webb be his own interpreter, " returned the politicMontcalm, suddenly extending an open letter towards Munro, as he spoke;"you will there learn, monsieur, that his movements are not likely toprove embarrassing to my army. "

The veteran seized the offered paper, without waiting for Duncan totranslate the speech, and with an eagerness that betrayed how importanthe deemed its contents. As his eye passed hastily over the words, hiscountenance changed from its look of military pride to one of deepchagrin: his lip began to quiver; and, suffering the paper to fall fromhis hand, his head dropped upon his chest, like that of a man whosehopes were withered at a single blow. Duncan caught the letter from theground, and without apology for the liberty he took, he read at a glanceits cruel purport. Their common superior, so far from encouraging themto resist, advised a speedy surrender, urging in the plainest languageas a reason, the utter impossibility of his sending a single man totheir rescue. 

"Here is no deception!" exclaimed Duncan, examining the billet bothinside and out; "this is the signature of Webb, and must be the capturedletter. "

"The man has betrayed me!" Munro at length bitterly exclaimed: "he hasbrought dishonor to the door of one where disgrace was never beforeknown 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 ourhonor. Let us then sell our lives at such a rate as shall make ourenemies believe the purchase too dear. "

"Boy, I thank thee, " exclaimed the old man, rousing himself from hisstupor; "you have, for once, reminded Munro of his duty. We will goback, and dig our graves behind those ramparts. "

"Messieurs, " said Montcalm, advancing towards them a step, in generousinterest, "you little know Louis de St. Véran, if you believe himcapable of profiting by this letter to humble brave men, or to build upa dishonest reputation for himself. Listen to my terms before you leaveme. "

"What says the Frenchman?" demanded the veteran, sternly; "does he makea 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 hewishes 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 isnecessary to the interests of my master that it should be destroyed;but, as for yourselves, and your brave comrades, there is no privilegedear 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 heardhim with amazement, and a sensibility that was deeply touched by suchunusual and unexpected generosity. 

"Go you, Duncan, " he said; "go with this marquess, as indeed marquess heshould be; go to his marquee and arrange it all. I have lived to see twothings in my old age, that never did I expect to behold. An Englishmanafraid to support a friend, and a Frenchman too honest to profit by hisadvantage. "

So saying, the veteran again dropped his head to his chest, and returnedslowly towards the fort, exhibiting, by the dejection of his air, to theanxious garrison, a harbinger of evil tidings. 

From the shock of this unexpected blow the haughty feelings of Munronever recovered; but from that moment there commenced a change in hisdetermined character, which accompanied him to a speedy grave. Duncanremained to settle the terms of the capitulation. He was seen tore-enter the works during the first watches of the night, andimmediately after a private conference with the commandant, to leavethem again, It was then openly announced, that hostilities mustcease--Munro having signed a treaty, by which the place was to beyielded to the enemy, with the morning; the garrison to retain theirarms, their colors, and their baggage, and consequently, according tomilitary opinion, their honor. 

CHAPTER XVII

 "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 thenight of the 9th of August, 1757, much in the manner they would had theyencountered on the fairest fields of Europe. While the conquered werestill, sullen, and dejected, the victors triumphed. But there are limitsalike 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 callfrom some exulting young Frenchman of the advanced pickets, or amenacing challenge from the fort, which sternly forbade the approach ofany hostile footsteps before the stipulated moment. Even theseoccasional threatening sounds ceased to be heard in that dull hour whichprecedes the day, at which period a listener might have sought in vainany evidence of the presence of those armed powers that then slumberedon the shores of the "holy lake. "

It was during these moments of deep silence, that the canvas whichconcealed the entrance to a spacious marquee in the French encampmentwas shoved aside, and a man issued from beneath the drapery into theopen air. He was enveloped in a cloak that might have been intended as aprotection from the chilling damps of the woods, but which servedequally well as a mantle, to conceal his person. He was permitted topass the grenadier, who watched over the slumbers of the Frenchcommander, without interruption, the man making the usual salute whichbetokens military deference, as the other passed swiftly through thelittle city of tents, in the direction of William Henry. Whenever thisunknown individual encountered one of the numberless sentinels whocrossed his path, his answer was prompt, and as it appearedsatisfactory; for he was uniformly allowed to proceed, without furtherinterrogation. 

With the exception of such repeated, but brief interruptions, he hadmoved, silently, from the centre of the camp, to its most advancedoutposts, when he drew nigh the soldier who held his watch nearest tothe works of the enemy. As he approached he was received with the usualchallenge, --

"Qui vive?"

"France, " was the reply. 

"Le mot d'ordre?"

"La victoire, " said the other, drawing so nigh as to be heard in a loudwhisper. 

"C'est bien, " returned the sentinel, throwing his musket from the chargeto his shoulder; "vous vous promenez bien matin, monsieur!"

"Il est nécessaire d'être 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 towards the Britishfortification. The man started; his arms rattled heavily, as he threwthem forward, in the lowest and most respectful salute; and when he hadagain recovered his piece, he turned to walk his post, muttering betweenhis teeth, --

"Il faut être vigilant, en vérité! je crois que nous avons là, uncaporal qui ne dort jamais!"

The officer proceeded, without affecting to hear the words which escapedthe sentinel in his surprise; nor did he again pause until he hadreached the low strand, and in a somewhat dangerous vicinity to thewestern water bastion of the fort. The light of an obscure moon was justsufficient to render objects, though dim, perceptible in their outlines. He, therefore, took the precaution to place himself against the trunk ofa tree, where he leaned for many minutes, and seemed to contemplate thedark and silent mounds of the English works in profound attention. Hisgaze at the ramparts was not that of a curious or idle spectator; buthis looks wandered from point to point, denoting his knowledge ofmilitary usages, and betraying that his search was not unaccompanied bydistrust. At length he appeared satisfied; and having cast his eyesimpatiently upwards towards the summit of the eastern mountain, as ifanticipating the approach of the morning, he was in the act of turningon his footsteps, when a light sound on the nearest angle of the bastioncaught his ear, and induced him to remain. 

Just then a figure was seen to approach the edge of the rampart, whereit stood, apparently contemplating in its turn the distant tents of theFrench encampment. Its head was then turned towards the east, as thoughequally anxious for the appearance of light, when the form leanedagainst the mound, and seemed to gaze upon the glassy expanse of thewaters, which, like a submarine firmament, glittered with its thousandmimic stars. The melancholy air, the hour, together with the vast frameof the man who thus leaned, in musing, against the English ramparts, left no doubt as to his person, in the mind of his observant spectator. Delicacy, no less than prudence, now urged him to retire; and he hadmoved cautiously round the body of the tree for that purpose, whenanother sound drew his attention, and once more arrested his footsteps. It was a low and almost inaudible movement of the water, and wassucceeded by a grating of pebbles one against the other. In a moment hesaw a dark form rise, as it were out of the lake, and steal withoutfurther noise to the land, within a few feet of the place where hehimself stood. A rifle next slowly rose between his eyes and the waterymirror; but before it could be discharged his own hand was on the lock. 

"Hugh!" exclaimed the savage, whose treacherous aim was so singularlyand so unexpectedly interrupted. 

Without making any reply, the French officer laid his hand on theshoulder of the Indian, and led him in profound silence to a distancefrom the spot, where their subsequent dialogue might have proveddangerous, and where it seemed that one of them, at least, sought avictim. Then, throwing open his cloak, so as to expose his uniform andthe cross of St. Louis which was suspended at his breast, Montcalmsternly demanded, --

"What means this! Does not my son know that the hatchet is buriedbetween the English and his Canadian Father?"

"What can the Hurons do?" returned the savage, speaking also, thoughimperfectly, in the French language. "Not a warrior has a scalp, and thepale-faces make friends!"

"Ha! Le Renard Subtil! Methinks this is an excess of zeal for a friendwho was so late an enemy! How many suns have set since Le Renard struckthe war-post of the English?"

"Where is that sun!" demanded the sullen savage. "Behind the hill; andit is dark and cold. But when he comes again, it will be bright andwarm. Le Subtil is the sun of his tribe. There have been clouds, andmany mountains between him and his nation; but now he shines, and it isa clear sky!"

"That Le Renard has power with his people, I well know, " said Montcalm;"for yesterday he hunted for their scalps, and to-day they hear him atthe council-fire. "

"Magua is a great chief. "

"Let him prove it, by teaching his nation how to conduct itself towardsour 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 has been orderedto drive off these English squatters. They have consented to go, and nowhe calls them enemies no longer. "

"'Tis well. Magua took the hatchet to color it with blood. It is nowbright; when it is red, it shall be buried. "

"But Magua is pledged not to sully the lilies of France. The enemies ofthe great king across the salt lake are his enemies; his friends, thefriends of the Hurons. "

"Friends!" repeated the Indian, in scorn. "Let his father give Magua ahand. "

Montcalm, who felt that his influence over the warlike tribes he hadgathered was to be maintained by concession rather than by power, complied reluctantly with the other's request. The savage placed thefinger of the French commander on a deep scar in his bosom, and thenexultingly 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 theother, 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 theirmark, " returned the savage, with a hollow laugh, which did not concealthe fierce temper that nearly choked him. Then recollecting himself, with sudden and native dignity, he added, "Go; teach your young men, itis peace. Le Renard Subtil knows how to speak to a Huron warrior. "

Without deigning to bestow further words, or to wait for any answer, thesavage cast his rifle into the hollow of his arm, and moved silentlythrough the encampment towards the woods where his own tribe was knownto lie. Every few yards as he proceeded he was challenged by thesentinels; but he stalked sullenly onward, utterly disregarding thesummons of the soldiers, who only spared his life because they knew theair and tread no less than the obstinate daring of an Indian. 

Montcalm lingered long and melancholy on the strand, where he had beenleft by his companion, brooding deeply on the temper which hisungovernable ally had just discovered. Already had his fair fame beentarnished by one horrid scene, and in circumstances fearfully resemblingthose under which he now found himself. As he mused he became keenlysensible of the deep responsibility they assume who disregard the meansto attain their end, and of all the danger of setting in motion anengine which it exceeds human power to control. Then shaking off a trainof reflections that he accounted a weakness in such a moment of triumph, he retraced his steps towards 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. Thehorns of the victors sounded merry and cheerful flourishes, until thelast laggard of the camp was at his post; but the instant the Britishfifes had blown their shrill signal, they became mute. In the meantimethe day had dawned, and when the line of the French army was ready toreceive its general, the rays of a brilliant sun were glancing along theglittering array. Then that success, which was already so well known, was officially announced; the favored band who were selected to guardthe gates of the fort were detailed, and defiled before their chief; thesignal of their approach was given, and all the usual preparations for achange of masters were ordered and executed directly under the guns ofthe contested works. 

A very different scene presented itself within the lines of theAnglo-American army. As soon as the warning signal was given, itexhibited all the signs of a hurried and forced departure. The sullensoldiers shouldered their empty tubes and fell into their places, likemen whose blood had been heated by the past contest, and who onlydesired the opportunity to revenge an indignity which was still woundingto their pride, concealed as it was under all the observances ofmilitary etiquette. Women and children ran from place to place, somebearing the scanty remnants of their baggage, and others searching inthe ranks for those countenances they looked up to for protection. 

Munro appeared among his silent troops firm but dejected. It was evidentthat the unexpected blow had struck deep into his heart, though hestruggled to sustain his misfortune with the port of 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 theold 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?"

"To-day I am only a soldier, Major Heyward, " said the veteran. "All thatyou see here, claim alike to be my children. "

Duncan had heard enough. Without losing one of those moments which hadnow become so precious, he flew towards the quarters of Munro, in questof the sisters. He found them on the threshold of the low edifice, already prepared to depart, and surrounded by a clamorous and weepingassemblage of their own sex, that had gathered about the place, with asort of instinctive consciousness that it was the point most likely tobe protected. Though the cheeks of Cora were pale, and her countenanceanxious, she had lost none of her firmness; but the eyes of Alice wereinflamed, 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 goodname, I trust, remains. "

"'Tis brighter than ever. But, dearest Miss Munro, it is time to thinkless of others, and to make some provision for yourself. Militaryusage, --pride, --that pride on which you so much value yourself, demandsthat your father and I should for a little while continue with thetroops. Then where to seek a proper protector for you against theconfusion and chances of such a scene?"

"None is necessary, " returned Cora; "who will dare to injure or insultthe daughter of such a father, at a time like this?"

"I would not leave you alone, " continued the youth, looking about him ina hurried manner, "for the command of the best regiment in the pay ofthe king. Remember, our Alice is not gifted with all your firmness, andGod only knows the terror she might endure. "

"You may be right, " Cora replied, smiling again, but far more sadly thanbefore. "Listen! chance has already sent us a friend when he is mostneeded. "

Duncan did listen, and on the instant comprehended her meaning. The lowand serious sounds of the sacred music, so well known to the easternprovinces, caught his ear, and instantly drew him to an apartment in anadjacent building, which had already been deserted by its customarytenants. There he found David, pouring out his pious feelings, throughthe only medium in which he ever indulged. Duncan waited, until, by thecessation of the movement of the hand, he believed the strain was ended, when, by touching his shoulder, he drew the attention of the other tohimself, and in a few words explained his wishes. 

"Even so, " replied the single-minded disciple of the King of Israel, when the young man had ended; "I have found much that is comely andmelodious in the maidens, and it is fitting that we who have consortedin so much peril, should abide together in peace. I will attend them, when I have completed my morning praise, to which nothing is now wantingbut the doxology. Wilt thou bear a part, friend? The metre is common, and the tune, 'Southwell. '"

Then, extending the little volume, and giving the pitch of the air anewwith considerate attention, David recommenced and finished his strains, with a fixedness of manner that it was not easy to interrupt. Heywardwas fain to wait until the verse was ended; when, seeing David relievinghimself from the spectacles, and replacing the book, he continued, --

"It will be your duty to see that none dare to approach the ladies withany rude intention, or to offer insult or taunt at the misfortune oftheir brave father. In this task you will be seconded by the domesticsof their household. "

"Even so. "

"It is possible that the Indians and stragglers of the enemy mayintrude, in which case you will remind them of the terms of thecapitulation, and threaten to report their conduct to Montcalm. A wordwill suffice. "

"If not, I have that here which shall, " returned David, exhibiting hisbook, with an air in which meekness and confidence were singularlyblended. "Here are words which, uttered, or rather thundered, withproper emphasis, and in measured time, shall quiet the most unrulytemper:--

 "'Why rage the heathen furiously!'"--

"Enough, " said Heyward, interrupting the burst of his musicalinvocation: "we understand each other; it is time that we should nowassume our respective duties. "

Gamut cheerfully assented, and together they sought the females. Corareceived her new, and somewhat extraordinary protector, courteously atleast; and even the pallid features of Alice lighted again with some oftheir native archness as she thanked Heyward for his care. Duncan tookoccasion to assure them he had done the best that circumstancespermitted, and, as he believed, quite enough for the security of theirfeelings; of danger there was none. He then spoke gladly of hisintention to rejoin them the moment he had led the advance a few milestowards the Hudson, and immediately took his leave. 

By this time the signal of departure had been given, and the head of theEnglish column was in motion. The sisters started at the sound, andglancing their eyes around, they saw the white uniforms of the Frenchgrenadiers, who had already taken possession of the gates of the fort. At that moment, an enormous cloud seemed to pass suddenly above theirheads, and looking upward, they discovered that they stood beneath thewide folds of the standard of France. 

"Let us go, " said Cora; "this is no longer a fit place for the childrenof 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 theirrank, bowed often and low, forbearing, however, to intrude thoseattentions which they saw, with peculiar tact, might not be agreeable. As every vehicle and each beast of burden was occupied by the sick andwounded, Cora had decided to endure the fatigues of a foot march, ratherthan interfere with their comforts. Indeed, many a maimed and feeblesoldier was compelled to drag his exhausted limbs in the rear of thecolumns, for the want of the necessary means of conveyance, in thatwilderness. The whole, however, was in motion; the weak and wounded, groaning, and in suffering; their comrades, silent and sullen; and thewomen 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 totheir eyes. At a little distance on the right, and somewhat in the rear, the French army stood to their arms, Montcalm having collected hisparties, so soon as his guards had possession of the works. They wereattentive but silent observers of the proceedings of the vanquished, failing in none of the stipulated military honors, and offering no tauntor insult, in their success, to their less fortunate foes. Living massesof the English, to the amount in the whole of near three thousand, weremoving slowly across the plain, towards the common centre, and graduallyapproached each other, as they converged to the point of their march, avista cut through the lofty trees, where the road to the Hudson enteredthe forest. Along the sweeping borders of the woods, hung a dark cloudof savages, eying the passage of their enemies, and hovering, at adistance, like vultures, who were only kept from swooping on their prey, by the presence and restraint of a superior army. A few had straggledamong 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 acollection of stragglers, by the sounds of contention. A truantprovincial was paying the forfeit of his disobedience, by beingplundered of those very effects which had caused him to desert his placein the ranks. The man was of powerful frame, and too avaricious to partwith his goods without a struggle. Individuals from either partyinterfered; the one side to prevent, and the other to aid in therobbery. Voices grew loud and angry, and a hundred savages appeared, asit were by magic, where a dozen only had been seen a minute before. Itwas then that Cora saw the form of Magua gliding among his countrymen, and speaking with his fatal and artful eloquence. The mass of women andchildren stopped, and hovered together like alarmed and flutteringbirds. But the cupidity of the Indian was soon gratified, and thedifferent bodies again moved slowly onward. 

The savages now fell back, and seemed content to let their enemiesadvance without further molestation. But as the female crowd approachedthem, the gaudy colors of a shawl attracted the eyes of a wild anduntutored Huron. He advanced to seize it, without the least hesitation. The woman, more in terror than through love of the ornament, wrapped herchild 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 toabandon the trifle, when the savage relinquished his hold of the shawl, and tore the screaming infant from her arms. Abandoning everything tothe greedy grasp of those around her, the mother darted, withdistraction in her mien, to reclaim her child. The Indian smiled grimly, and extended one hand, in sign of a willingness to exchange, while withthe other, he flourished the babe over his head, holding it by the feetas if to enhance the value of the ransom. 

"Here--here--there--all--any--everything!" exclaimed the breathlesswoman; tearing the lighter articles of dress from her person, withill-directed and trembling fingers; "take all, but give me my babe!"

The savage spurned the worthless rags, and perceiving that the shawl hadalready become a prize to another, his bantering but sullen smilechanging to a gleam of ferocity, he dashed the head of the infantagainst a rock, and cast its quivering remains to her very feet. For aninstant, the mother stood, like a statue of despair, looking wildly downat the unseemly object, which had so lately nestled in her bosom andsmiled in her face; and then she raised her eyes and countenance towardsheaven, 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 hisdisappointment, and excited at the sight of blood, the Huron mercifullydrove his tomahawk into her own brain. The mother sank under the blow, and fell, grasping at her child, in death, with the same engrossing lovethat had caused her to cherish it when living. 

At that dangerous moment Magua placed his hands to his mouth, and raisedthe fatal and appalling whoop. The scattered Indians started at thewell-known cry, as coursers bound at the signal to quit the goal; and, directly, there arose such a yell along the plain, and through thearches of the wood, as seldom burst from human lips before. They whoheard it listened with a curdling horror at the heart, little inferiorto that dread which may be expected to attend the blasts of the finalsummons. 

More than two thousand raving savages broke from the forest at thesignal, and threw themselves across the fatal plain with instinctivealacrity. 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 theirfurious blows long after their victims were beyond the power of theirresentment. The flow of blood might be likened to the outbreaking of atorrent; 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 solidmasses, endeavoring to awe their assailants by the imposing appearanceof a military front. The experiment in some measure succeeded, thoughfar too many suffered their unloaded muskets to be torn from theirhands, in the vain hope of appeasing the savages. 

In such a scene none had leisure to note the fleeting moments. It mighthave been ten minutes (it seemed an age), that the sisters had stoodriveted to one spot, horror-stricken, and nearly helpless. When thefirst blow was struck, their screaming companions had pressed upon themin a body, rendering flight impossible; and now that fear or death hadscattered most, if not all, from around them, they saw no avenue open, but such as conducted to the tomahawks of their foes. On every sidearose shrieks, groans, exhortations, and curses. At this moment Alicecaught a glimpse of the vast form of her father, moving rapidly acrossthe plain, in the direction of the French army. He was, in truth, proceeding to Montcalm, fearless of every danger, to claim the tardyescort for which he had before conditioned. Fifty glittering axes andbarbed spears were offered unheeded at his life, but the savagesrespected his rank and calmness, even in their fury. The dangerousweapons were brushed aside by the still nervous arm of the veteran, orfell of themselves, after menacing an act that it would seem no one hadcourage to perform. Fortunately, the vindictive Magua was searching forhis victim in the very band the veteran had just quitted. 

"Father--father--we are here!" shrieked Alice, as he passed, at no greatdistance, without appearing to heed them. "Come to us, father, or wedie!"

The cry was repeated, and in terms and tones that might have melted aheart of stone, but it was unanswered. Once, indeed, the old manappeared to catch the sounds, for he paused and listened; but Alice haddropped senseless on the earth, and Cora had sunk at her side, hoveringin untiring tenderness over her lifeless form. Munro shook his head indisappointment, and proceeded, bent on the high duty of his station. 

"Lady, " said Gamut, who, helpless and useless as he was, had not yetdreamed of deserting his trust, "it is the jubilee of the devils, andthis 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 thesimple but expressive gesture that accompanied her words. He gazed, fora moment, at the dusky forms that were acting their hellish rites onevery side of him, and his tall person grew more erect, while his chestheaved, and every feature swelled, and seemed to speak with the power ofthe feelings by which he was governed. 

"If the Jewish boy might tame the evil spirit of Saul by the sound ofhis 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 tones, he poured out a strain sopowerful as to be heard even amid the din of that bloody field. Morethan one savage rushed towards them, thinking to rifle the unprotectedsisters of their attire, and bear away their scalps; but when they foundthis strange and unmoved figure riveted to his post, they paused tolisten. Astonishment soon changed to admiration, and they passed on toother and less courageous victims, openly expressing their satisfactionat the firmness with which the white warrior sang his death song. Encouraged and deluded by his success, David exerted all his powers toextend what he believed so holy an influence. The unwonted sounds caughtthe ears of a distant savage, who flew raging from group to group, likeone who, scorning to touch the vulgar herd, hunted for some victim moreworthy of his renown. It was Magua, who uttered a yell of pleasure whenhe beheld his ancient prisoners again at his mercy. 

"Come, " he said, laying his soiled hands on the dress of Cora, "thewigwam 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, andanswered, --"It is red, but it comes from white veins!"

"Monster! there is blood, oceans of blood, upon thy soul; thy spirit hasmoved 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 ofAlice in his arms, the subtle Indian moved swiftly across the plaintowards the woods. 

"Hold!" shrieked Cora, following wildly on his footsteps; "release thechild! wretch! what is't you do?"

But Magua was deaf to her voice; or rather he knew his power, and wasdetermined to maintain it. 

"Stay--lady--stay, " called Gamut, after the unconscious Cora. "The holycharm is beginning to be felt, and soon shalt thou see this horridtumult stilled. "

Perceiving that, in his turn, he was unheeded, the faithful Davidfollowed the distracted sister, raising his voice again in sacred song, and sweeping the air to the measure, with his long arm, in diligentaccompaniment. In this manner they traversed the plain, through theflying, the wounded, and the dead. The fierce Huron was, at any time, sufficient for himself and the victim that he bore; though Cora wouldhave fallen, more than once, under the blows of her savage enemies, butfor the extraordinary being who stalked in her rear, and who nowappeared to the astonished natives gifted with the protecting spirit ofmadness. 

Magua, who knew how to avoid the more pressing dangers, and also toelude pursuit, entered the woods through a low ravine, where he quicklyfound the Narragansetts, which the travellers had abandoned so shortlybefore, awaiting his appearance, in custody of a savage as fierce and asmalign 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, therewas a present relief in escaping from the bloody scene enacting on theplain, to which Cora could not be altogether insensible. She took herseat, and held forth her arms for her sister, with an air of entreatyand love that even the Huron could not deny. Placing Alice, then, on thesame animal with Cora, he seized the bridle, and commenced his route byplunging deeper into the forest. David, perceiving that he was leftalone, 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 pathpermitted. 

They soon began to ascend, but as the motion had a tendency to revivethe dormant faculties of her sister, the attention of Cora was too muchdivided between the tenderest solicitude in her behalf, and in listeningto the cries which were still too audible on the plain, to note thedirection in which they journeyed. When, however, they gained theflattened surface of the mountain-top, and approached the easternprecipice, she recognized the spot to which she had once before been ledunder the more friendly auspices of the scout. Here Magua suffered themto dismount; and, notwithstanding their own captivity, the curiositywhich seems inseparable from horror, induced them to gaze at thesickening sight below. 

The cruel work was still unchecked. On every side the captured wereflying before their relentless persecutors, while the armed columns ofthe Christian king stood fast in an apathy which has never beenexplained, and which has left an unmovable blot on the otherwise fairescutcheon of their leader. Nor was the sword of death stayed untilcupidity got the mastery of revenge. Then, indeed, the shrieks of thewounded and the yells of their murderers grew less frequent, until, finally, the cries of horror were lost to their ear, or were drowned inthe loud, long, and piercing whoops of the triumphant savages. 

CHAPTER XVIII

 "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 thandescribed in the preceding chapter, is conspicuous in the pages ofcolonial history, by the merited title of "The Massacre of WilliamHenry. " It so far deepened the stain which a previous and very similarevent had left upon the reputation of the French commander, that it wasnot entirely erased by his early and glorious death. It is now becomingobscured by time; and thousands, who know that Montcalm died like a heroon the plains of Abraham, have yet to learn how much he was deficient inthat moral courage without which no man can be truly great. Pages mightbe written to prove, from this illustrious example, the defects of humanexcellence; to show how easy it is for generous sentiments, highcourtesy, and chivalrous courage, to lose their influence beneath thechilling blight of selfishness, and to exhibit to the world a man whowas great in all the minor attributes of character, but who was foundwanting when it became necessary to prove how much principle is superiorto policy. But the task would exceed our prerogatives; and, as history, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere ofimaginary brightness, it is probable that Louis de Saint Véran will beviewed by posterity only as the gallant defender of his country, whilehis cruel apathy on the shores of the Oswego and of the Horican will beforgotten. Deeply regretting this weakness on the part of a sister muse, we shall at once retire from her sacred precincts, within the properlimits of our own humble vocation. 

The third day from the capture of the fort was drawing to a close, butthe business of the narrative must still detain the reader on the shoresof the "holy lake. " When last seen, the environs of the works werefilled with violence and uproar. They were now possessed by stillnessand death. The blood-stained 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 smoulderingruin; charred rafters, fragments of exploded artillery, and rentmason-work, covering its earthen mounds in confused disorder. 

A frightful change had also occurred in the season. The sun had hid itswarmth behind an impenetrable mass of vapor, and hundreds of humanforms, which had blackened beneath the fierce heats of August, werestiffening in their deformity, before the blasts of a prematureNovember. The curling and spotless mists, which had been seen sailingabove the hills towards the north, were now returning in an interminabledusky sheet, that was urged along by the fury of a tempest. The crowdedmirror of the Horican was gone; and, in its place, the green and angrywaters lashed the shores, as if indignantly casting back its impuritiesto the polluted strand. Still the clear fountain retained a portion ofits charmed influence, but it reflected only the sombre gloom that fellfrom the impending heavens. That humid and congenial atmosphere whichcommonly adorned the view, veiling its harshness, and softening itsasperities, had disappeared, and the northern air poured across thewaste of water so harsh and unmingled, that nothing was left to beconjectured by the eye, or fashioned by the fancy. 

The fiercer element had cropped the verdure of the plain, which lookedas though it were scathed by the consuming lightning. But, here andthere, a dark green tuft rose in the midst of the desolation; theearliest fruits of a soil that had been fattened with human blood. Thewhole landscape, which, seen by a favoring light, and in a genialtemperature, had been found so lovely, appeared now like some picturedallegory of life, in which objects were arrayed in their harshest buttruest colors, and without the relief of any shadowing. 

The solitary and arid blades of grass arose from the passing gustsfearfully perceptible; the bold and rocky mountains were too distinct intheir barrenness, and the eye even sought relief, in vain, by attemptingto pierce the illimitable void of heaven, which was shut to its gaze bythe 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, thenrising in a shrill and mournful whistling, it entered the forest with arush that filled the air with the leaves and branches it scattered inits path. Amid the unnatural shower, a few hungry ravens struggled withthe gale; but no sooner was the green ocean of woods, which stretchedbeneath them, passed, than they gladly stopped, at random, to theirhideous banquet. 

In short, it was the scene of wildness and desolation; and it appearedas if all who had profanely entered it had been stricken, at a blow, bythe relentless arm of death. But the prohibition had ceased; and for thefirst time since the perpetrators of those foul deeds which had assistedto disfigure the scene were gone, living human beings had now presumedto approach the place. 

About an hour before the setting of the sun, on the day alreadymentioned, the forms of five men might have been seen issuing from thenarrow vista of trees, where the path to the Hudson entered the forest, and advancing in the direction of the ruined works. At first theirprogress was slow and guarded, as though they entered with reluctanceamid the horrors of the spot, or dreaded the renewal of its frightfulincidents. A light figure preceded the rest of the party, with thecaution and activity of a native; ascending every hillock toreconnoitre, and indicating, by gestures, to his companions, the routehe deemed it most prudent to pursue. Nor were those in the rear wantingin every caution and foresight known to forest warfare. One among them, he also was an Indian, moved a little on one flank, and watched themargin of the woods, with eyes long accustomed to read the smallest signof danger. The remaining three were white, though clad in vestmentsadapted, both in quality and color, to their present hazardouspursuit, --that of hanging on the skirts of a retiring army in thewilderness. 

The effects produced by the appalling sights that constantly arose intheir path to the lake shore, were as different as the characters of therespective individuals who composed the party. The youth in front threwserious but furtive glances at the mangled victims, as he steppedlightly across the plain, afraid to exhibit his feelings, and yet tooinexperienced to quell entirely their sudden and powerful influence. Hisred associate, however, was superior to such a weakness. He passed thegroups of dead with a steadiness of purpose, and an eye so calm, thatnothing but long and inveterate practice could enable him to maintain. The sensations produced in the minds of even the white men weredifferent, though uniformly sorrowful. One, whose gray locks andfurrowed lineaments, blending with a martial air and tread, betrayed, inspite of the disguise of a woodsman's dress, a man long experienced inscenes of war, was not ashamed to groan aloud, whenever a spectacle ofmore than usual horror came under his view. The young man at his elbowshuddered, but seemed to suppress his feelings in tenderness to hiscompanion. Of them all, the straggler who brought up the rear appearedalone to betray his real thoughts, without fear of observation or dreadof consequences. He gazed at the most appalling sight with eyes andmuscles that knew not how to waver, but with execrations so bitter anddeep as to denote how much he denounced the crime of his enemies. 

The reader will perceive at once, in these respective characters, theMohicans, and their white friend, the scout; together with Munro andHeyward. It was, in truth, the father in quest of his children, attendedby the youth who felt so deep a stake in their happiness, and thosebrave and trusty foresters, who had already proved their skill andfidelity through the trying scenes related. 

When Uncas, who moved in front, had reached the centre of the plain, heraised a cry that drew his companions in a body to the spot. The youngwarrior had halted over a group of females who lay in a cluster, aconfused mass of dead. Notwithstanding the revolting horror of theexhibition, Munro and Heyward flew towards the festering heap, endeavoring, with a love that no unseemliness could extinguish, todiscover whether any vestiges of those they sought were to be seen amongthe tattered and many-colored garments. The father and lover foundinstant relief in the search; though each was condemned again toexperience the misery of an uncertainty that was hardly lessinsupportable than the most revolting truth. They were standing, silentand thoughtful, around the melancholy pile, when the scout approached. Eying the sad spectacle with an angry countenance, the sturdy woodsman, for the first time since his entering the plain, spoke intelligibly andaloud:--

"I have been on many a shocking field, and have followed a trail ofblood for many miles, " he said, "but never have I found the hand of thedevil 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 thismuch will I say--here, in the face of heaven, and with the power of theLord so manifest in this howling wilderness, --that should theseFrenchers ever trust themselves again within the range of a raggedbullet, there is one rifle shall play its part, so long as flint willfire or powder burn! I leave the tomahawk and knife to such as have anatural gift to use them. What say you, Chingachgook, " he added inDelaware; "shall the Hurons boast of this to their women when the deepsnows come?"

A gleam of resentment flashed across the dark lineaments of the Mohicanchief: he loosened his knife in its sheath; and then turning calmly fromthe sight, his countenance settled into a repose as deep as if he neverknew the instigation of passion. 

"Montcalm! Montcalm!" continued the deeply resentful and lessself-restrained scout; "they say a time must come, when all the deedsdone in the flesh will be seen at a single look; and that by eyescleared from mortal infirmities. Woe betide the wretch who is born tobehold this plain, with the judgment hanging about his soul! Ha--as I ama man of white blood, yonder lies a redskin, without the hair of hishead where nature rooted it! Look to him, Delaware; it may be one ofyour missing people; and he should have burial like a stout warrior. Isee it in your eye, Sagamore: a Huron pays for this, afore the fallwinds have blown away the scent of the blood!"

Chingachgook approached the mutilated form, and turning it over, hefound the distinguishing marks of one of those six allied tribes, ornations, as they were called, who, while they fought in the Englishranks, were so deadly hostile to his own people. Spurning the loathsomeobject with his foot, he turned from it with the same indifference hewould have quitted a brute carcass. The scout comprehended the action, and very deliberately pursued his own way, continuing, however, hisdenunciations against the French commander in the same resentful strain. 

"Nothing but vast wisdom and unlimited power should dare to sweep offmen in multitudes, " he added; "for it is only the one that can know thenecessity of the judgment; and what is there, short of the other, thatcan replace the creatures of the Lord? I hold it a sin to kill thesecond buck afore the first is eaten, unless a march in the front, or anambushment, be contemplated. It is a different matter with a fewwarriors in open and rugged fight, for 'tis their gift to die with therifle or the tomahawk in hand; according as their natures may happen tobe, white or red. Uncas, come this way, lad, and let the ravens settleupon the Mingo. I know, from often seeing it, that they have a cravingfor the flesh of an Oneida; and it is as well to let the bird follow thegift of its natural appetite. "

"Hugh!" exclaimed the young Mohican, rising on the extremities of hisfeet, and gazing intently in his front, frightening the raven to someother prey, by the sound and the action. 

"What is it, boy?" whispered the scout, lowering his tall form into acrouching attitude, like a panther about to take his leap; "God send itbe a tardy Frencher, skulking for plunder. I do believe 'Killdeer' wouldtake an oncommon range to-day!"

Uncas, without making any reply, bounded away from the spot, and in thenext instant he was seen tearing from a bush, and waving in triumph afragment of the green riding-veil 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 quick 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 thepiece of gauze, and crushed it in his hand, while his eyes roamedfearfully among the bushes, as if he equally dreaded and hoped for thesecrets they might reveal. 

"Here are no dead, " said Heyward; "the storm seems not to have passedthis way. "

"That's manifest; and clearer than the heavens above our heads, "returned the undisturbed scout; "but either she, or they that haverobbed her, have passed the bush; for I remember the rag she wore tohide a face that all did love to look upon. Uncas, you are right; thedark-hair has been here, and she has fled like a frightened fawn, to thewood; none who could fly would remain to be murdered. Let us search forthe marks she left; for to Indian eyes, I sometimes think even ahumming-bird leaves his trail in the air. "

The young Mohican darted away at the suggestion, and the scout hadhardly done speaking, before the former raised a cry of success from themargin of the forest. On reaching the spot, the anxious party perceivedanother portion of the veil fluttering on the lower branch of a beech. 

"Softly, softly, " said the scout, extending his long rifle in front ofthe eager Heyward; "we now know our work, but the beauty of the trailmust not be deformed. A step too soon may give us hours of trouble. Wehave them, though; that much is beyond denial. "

"Bless ye, bless ye, worthy man!" exclaimed Munro; "whither, then, havethey fled, and where are my babes?"

"The path they have taken depends on many chances. If they have gonealone, they are quite as likely to move in a circle as straight, andthey may be within a dozen miles of us; but if the Hurons, or any of theFrench Indians, have laid hands on them, 'tis probable they are now nearthe borders of the Canadas. But what matters that?" continued thedeliberate scout, observing the powerful anxiety and disappointment thelisteners exhibited; "here are the Mohicans and I on one end of thetrail, and, rely on it, we find the other, though they should be ahundred leagues asunder! Gently, gently, Uncas, you are as impatient asa man in the settlements; you forget that light feet leave but faintmarks!"

"Hugh!" exclaimed Chingachgook, who had been occupied in examining anopening that had been evidently made through the low underbrush, whichskirted the forest; and who now stood erect, as he pointed downwards, inthe attitude and with the air of a man who beheld a disgusting serpent. 

"Here is the palpable impression of the footstep of a man, " criedHeyward, bending over the indicated spot; "he has trod in the margin ofthis 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 skinsagainst as many flints, that the Mohicans and I enter their wigwamswithin the month! Stoop to it, Uncas, and try what you can make of themoccasin; for moccasin it plainly is, and no shoe. "

The young Mohican bent over the track, and removing the scattered leavesfrom around the place, he examined it with much of that sort of scrutinythat a money-dealer, in these days of pecuniary doubts, would bestow ona suspected due-bill. At length he arose from his knees, satisfied withthe result of the examination. 

"Well, boy, " demanded the attentive scout, "what does it say? can youmake anything of the tell-tale?"

"Le Renard Subtil!"

"Ha! that rampaging devil again! there never will be an end of hisloping, till 'Killdeer' has said a friendly word to him. "

Heyward reluctantly admitted the truth of this intelligence, and nowexpressed rather his hopes than his doubts by saying, --

"One moccasin is so much like another, it is probable there is somemistake. "

"One moccasin like another! you may as well say that one foot is likeanother; though we all know that some are long, and others short; somebroad, and others narrow; some with high, and some with low insteps;some in-toed, and some out. One moccasin is no more like another thanone book is like another; though they who can read in one are seldomable 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 otherchase. And the fellow will drink when he can get an opportunity: yourdrinking Indian always learns to walk with a wider toe than the naturalsavage, it being the gift of a drunkard to straddle, whether of white orred skin. 'Tis just the length and breadth too! look at it, Sagamore:you measured the prints more than once, when we hunted the varmints fromGlenn's to the health-springs. "

Chingachgook complied; and after finishing his short examination, hearose, and with a quiet demeanor, he merely pronounced the word--

"Magua!"

"Ay, 'tis a settled thing; here then have passed the dark-hair andMagua. "

"And not Alice?" demanded Heyward. 

"Of her we have not yet seen the signs, " returned the scout, lookingclosely around at the trees, the bushes, and the ground. "What have wethere? Uncas, bring hither the thing you see dangling from yonderthorn-bush. "

When the Indian had complied, the scout received the prize, and holdingit on high, he laughed in his silent but heartfelt manner. 

"'Tis the tooting we'pon of the singer! now we shall have a trail apriest might travel, " he said. "Uncas, look for the marks of a shoe thatis long enough to uphold six feet two of tottering human flesh. I beginto have some hopes of the fellow, since he has given up squalling tofollow some better trade. "

"At least, he has been faithful to his trust, " said Heyward; "and Coraand Alice are not without a friend. "

"Yes, " said Hawkeye, dropping his rifle, and leaning on it with an airof visible contempt, "he will do their singing. Can he slay a buck fortheir dinner; journey by the moss on the beeches, or cut the throat of aHuron? If not, the first catbird[22] he meets is the cleverest of thetwo. Well, boy, any signs of such a foundation?"

"Here is something like the footstep of one who has worn a shoe; can itbe 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 dark-hair's; and small it is, too, for one of such a noble height and grand appearance. The singerwould cover it with his heel. "

"Where! let me look on the footsteps of my child, " said Munro, shovingthe bushes aside, and bending fondly over the nearly obliteratedimpression. Though the tread, which had left the mark, had been lightand rapid, it was still plainly visible. The aged soldier examined itwith eyes that grew dim as he gazed; nor did he rise from his stoopingposture until Heyward saw that he had watered the trace of hisdaughter's passage with a scalding tear. Willing to divert a distresswhich threatened each moment to break through the restraint ofappearances, by giving the veteran something to do, the young man saidto the scout, --

"As we now possess these infallible signs, let us commence our march. Amoment, 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 thathad come under his view; "we know that the rampaging Huron haspassed, --and the dark hair, --and the singer, --but where is she of theyellow locks and blue eyes? Though little, and far from being as bold asher sister, she is fair to the view, and pleasant in discourse. Has sheno friend, that none care for her?"

"God forbid she should ever want hundreds! Are we not now in herpursuit? 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 shehas not passed, light and little as her footstep would be. "

Heyward drew back, all his ardor to proceed seeming to vanish on theinstant. 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 dark-hair 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 anotherscent. Move on, Uncas, and keep your eyes on the dried leaves. I willwatch the bushes, while your father shall run with a low nose to theground. 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 alreadyadvancing in the order he had prescribed; "yes, you can keep in ourrear, and be careful not to cross the trail. "

Before they had proceeded many rods, the Indians stopped, and appearedto 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 oftheir mutual admiration, and now regarding each other with the mostunequivocal pleasure. 

"They have found the little foot!" exclaimed the scout, moving forward, without attending further to his own portion of the duty. "What have wehere? An ambushment has been planted in the spot? No, by the truestrifle on the frontiers, here have been them one-sided horses again! Nowthe 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 asapling, in waiting; and yonder runs the broad path away to the north, in full sweep for the Canadas. "

"But still there are no signs of Alice--of the younger MissMunro, "--said Duncan. 

"Unless the shining bauble Uncas has just lifted from the ground shouldprove 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 haveseen, on the fatal morning of the massacre, dangling from the fair neckof his mistress. He seized the highly prized jewel; and as he proclaimedthe fact, it vanished from the eyes of the wondering scout, who in vainlooked for it on the ground, long after it was warmly pressed againstthe beating heart of Duncan. 

"Pshaw!" said the disappointed Hawkeye, ceasing to rake the leaves withthe breech of his rifle; "'tis a certain sign of age, when the sightbegins 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 tosettle all disputes between me and the Mingos. I should like to find thething too, if it were only to carry it to the right owner, and thatwould be bringing the two ends of what I call a long trailtogether, --for by this time the broad St. Lawrence, or, perhaps, theGreat Lakes themselves, are atwixt us. "

"So much the more reason why we should not delay our march, " returnedHeyward; "let us proceed. "

"Young blood and hot blood, they say, are much the same thing. We arenot about to start on a squirrel hunt, or to drive a deer into theHorican, but to outlie for days and nights, and to stretch across awilderness where the feet of men seldom go, and where no bookishknowledge would carry you through harmless. An Indian never starts onsuch an expedition without smoking over his council-fire; and though aman of white blood, I honor their customs in this particular, seeingthat they are deliberate and wise. We will, therefore, go back, andlight our fire to-night in the ruins of the old fort, and in the morningwe shall be fresh, and ready to undertake our work like men, and notlike babbling women or eager boys. "

Heyward saw, by the manner of the scout, that altercation would beuseless. Munro had again sunk into that sort of apathy which had besethim since his late overwhelming misfortunes, and from which he wasapparently to be roused only by some new and powerful excitement. Makinga merit of necessity, the young man took the veteran by the arm, andfollowed in the footsteps of the Indians and the scout, who had alreadybegun to retrace the path which conducted them to the plain. 

CHAPTER XIX

 "_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 hiscompanions immediately made their preparations to pass the night there;but with an earnestness and sobriety of demeanor, that betrayed how muchthe unusual horrors they had just witnessed worked on even theirpractised feelings. A few fragments of rafters were reared against ablackened wall; and when Uncas had covered them slightly with brush, thetemporary accommodations were deemed sufficient. The young Indianpointed towards his rude hut, when his labor was ended; and Heyward, whounderstood the meaning of the silent gesture, gently urged Munro toenter. Leaving the bereaved old man alone with his sorrows, Duncanimmediately returned to the open air, too much excited himself to seekthe repose he had recommended to his veteran friend. 

While Hawkeye and the Indians lighted their fire, and took theirevening's repast, a frugal meal of dried bear's meat, the young man paida visit to that curtain of the dilapidated fort which looked out on thesheet of the Horican. The wind had fallen, and the waves were alreadyrolling on the sandy beach beneath him, in a more regular and temperedsuccession. The clouds, as if tired of their furious chase, werebreaking asunder; the heavier volumes, gathering in black masses aboutthe horizon, while the lighter scud still hurried above the water, oreddied among the tops of the mountains, like broken flights of birds, hovering around their roosts. Here and there, a red and fiery starstruggled through the drifting vapor, furnishing a lurid gleam ofbrightness to the dull aspect of the heavens. Within the bosom of theencircling hills, an impenetrable darkness had already settled; and theplain lay like a vast and deserted charnel-house, without omen orwhisper to disturb the slumbers of its numerous and hapless tenants. 

Of this scene, so chillingly in accordance with the past, Duncan stoodfor many minutes a rapt observer. His eyes wandered from the bosom ofthe mound, where the foresters were seated around their glimmering fire, to the fainter light which still lingered in the skies, and then restedlong and anxiously on the embodied gloom, which lay like a dreary voidon that side of him where the dead reposed. He soon fancied thatinexplicable sounds arose from the place, though so indistinct andstolen, as to render not only their nature but even their existenceuncertain. Ashamed of his apprehensions, the young man turned towardsthe water, and strove to divert his attentions to the mimic stars thatdimly glimmered on its moving surface. Still, his too conscious earsperformed their ungrateful duty, as if to warn him of some lurkingdanger. At length a swift trampling seemed quite audibly to rush athwartthe darkness. Unable any longer to quiet his uneasiness, Duncan spoke ina low voice to the scout, requesting him to ascend the mound to theplace where he stood. Hawkeye threw his rifle across an arm, andcomplied, but with an air so unmoved and calm, as to prove how much hecounted on the security of their position. 

"Listen!" said Duncan, when the other placed himself deliberately at hiselbow: "there are suppressed noises on the plain which may show thatMontcalm has not yet entirely deserted his conquest. "

"Then ears are better than eyes, " said the undisturbed scout, who, having just deposited a portion of bear between his grinders, spokethick and slow, like one whose mouth was doubly occupied. "I, myself, saw him caged in Ty, with all his host; for your Frenchers, when theyhave done a clever thing, like to get back, and have a dance, or amerry-making, with the women over their success. "

"I know not. An Indian seldom sleeps in war, and plunder may keep aHuron here after his tribe has departed. It would be well to extinguishthe fire, and have a watch--listen! you hear the noise I mean!"

"An Indian more rarely lurks about the graves. Though ready to slay, andnot over-regardful of the means, he is commonly content with the scalp, unless when blood is hot, and temper up; but after the spirit is oncefairly gone, he forgets his enmity, and is willing to let the dead findtheir natural rest. Speaking of spirits, Major, are you of opinion thatthe heaven of a redskin and of us whites will be one and the same?"

"No doubt--no doubt. I thought I heard it again! or was it the rustlingof the leaves in the top of the beech?"

"For my own part, " continued Hawkeye, turning his face, for a moment, inthe direction indicated by Heyward, but with a vacant and carelessmanner, "I believe that paradise is ordained for happiness; and that menwill be indulged in it according to their dispositions and gifts. Itherefore judge that a redskin is not far from the truth when hebelieves he is to find them glorious hunting-grounds of which histraditions tell; nor, for that matter, do I think it would be anydisparagement 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 growsbold, " said the unmoved scout. "There would be picking, too, among theskins 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 mindsdiffer as to their ideas of enjoyment. For myself, and I say it withreverence to the ordering of Providence, it would be no great indulgenceto be kept shut up in those mansions of which they preach, having anatural longing for motion and the chase. "

Duncan, who was now made to understand the nature of the noises he hadheard, answered with more attention to the subject which the humor ofthe scout had chosen for discussion, by saying, --

"It is difficult to account for the feelings that may attend the lastgreat change. "

"It would be a change, indeed, for a man who has passed his days in theopen air, " returned the single-minded scout; "and who has so oftenbroken his fast on the head-waters of the Hudson, to sleep within soundof the roaring Mohawk. But it is a comfort to know we serve a mercifulMaster, though we do it each after his fashion, and with great tracts ofwilderness atween us--what 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 toa spot, to which the glare from the fire did not extend. When he hadtaken this precaution, the scout placed himself in an attitude ofintense attention, and listened long and keenly for a repetition of thelow sound that had so unexpectedly startled him. His vigilance, however, seemed exercised in vain; for, after a fruitless pause, he whispered toDuncan, --

"We must give a call to Uncas. The boy has Indian senses, and may hearwhat 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 helooked towards the black mounds, as if seeking the place whence thesounds proceeded. The scout repeated the call, and in a few moments, Duncan saw the figure of Uncas stealing cautiously along the rampart, tothe spot where they stood. 

Hawkeye explained his wishes in a very few words, which were spoken inthe Delaware tongue. So soon as Uncas was in possession of the reasonwhy he was summoned, he threw himself flat on the turf; where, to theeyes of Duncan, he appeared to lie quiet and motionless. Surprised atthe immovable attitude of the young warrior, and curious to observe themanner in which he employed his faculties to obtain the desiredinformation, Heyward advanced a few steps, and bent over the darkobject, on which he had kept his eyes riveted. Then it was he discoveredthat the form of Uncas had vanished, and that he beheld only the darkoutline of an inequality in the embankment. 

"What has become of the Mohican?" he demanded of the scout, steppingback in amazement; "it was here that I saw him fall, and I could havesworn that here he yet remained. "

"Hist! speak lower; for we know not what ears are open, and the Mingosare a quick-witted breed. As for Uncas, he is out on the plain, and theMaquas, if any such are about us, will find their equal. "

"You think that Montcalm has not called off all his Indians? Let us givethe alarm to our companions, that we may stand to our arms. Here arefive of us, who are not unused to meet an enemy. "

"Not a word to either, as you value life. Look at the Sagamore, how likea grand Indian chief he sits by the fire. If there are any skulkers outin the darkness, they will never discover by his countenance that wesuspect danger at hand. "

"But they may discover him, and it will prove his death. His person canbe too plainly seen by the light of that fire, and he will become thefirst and most certain victim. "

"It is undeniable that now you speak the truth, " returned the scout, betraying more anxiety than was usual; "yet what can be done? A singlesuspicious look might bring on an attack before we are ready to receiveit. 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 Mingos; his Indiannature will teach him how to act. "

The scout applied his fingers to his mouth, and raised a low hissingsound, that caused Duncan, at first, to start aside, believing that heheard a serpent. The head of Chingachgook was resting on a hand, as hesat musing by himself; but the moment he heard the warning of the animalwhose name he bore, it arose to an upright position and his dark eyesglanced swiftly and keenly on every side of him. With this sudden andperhaps involuntary movement, every appearance of surprise or alarmended. His rifle lay untouched, and apparently unnoticed, within reachof his hand. The tomahawk that he had loosened in his belt for the sakeof ease, was even suffered to fall from its usual situation to theground, and his form seemed to sink, like that of a man whose nerves andsinews were suffered to relax for the purpose of rest. Cunninglyresuming his former position, though with a change of hands, as if themovement had been made merely to relieve the limb, the native awaitedthe result with a calmness and fortitude that none but an Indian warriorwould have known how to exercise. 

But Heyward saw that while to a less instructed eye the Mohican chiefappeared to slumber, his nostrils were expanded, his head was turned alittle to one side, as if to assist the organs of hearing, and that hisquick and rapid glances ran incessantly over every object, within thepower of his vision. 

"See the noble fellow!" whispered Hawkeye, pressing the arm of Heyward;"he knows that a look or a motion might discansart our schemes, and putus at the mercy of them imps--"

He was interrupted by the flash and report of a rifle. The air wasfilled with sparks of fire around that spot where the eyes of Heywardwere still fastened with admiration and wonder. A second look told himthat Chingachgook had disappeared in the confusion. In the meantime thescout had thrown forward his rifle, like one prepared for service, andawaited impatiently the moment when an enemy might rise to view. Butwith the solitary and fruitless attempt made on the life ofChingachgook, the attack appeared to have terminated. Once or twice thelisteners thought they could distinguish the distant rustling of bushes, as bodies of some unknown description rushed through them; nor was itlong before Hawkeye pointed out the "scampering of the wolves, " as theyfled precipitately before the passage of some intruder on their properdomains. After an impatient and breathless pause, a plunge was heard inthe water, and it was immediately followed by the report of anotherrifle. 

"There goes Uncas!" said the scout; "the boy bears a smart piece! I knowits crack, as well as a father knows the language of his child, for Icarried the gun myself until a better offered. "

"What can this mean?" demanded Duncan; "we are watched, and, as it wouldseem, marked for destruction. "

"Yonder scattered brand can witness that no good was intended, and thisIndian will testify that no harm has been done, " returned the scout, dropping his rifle across his arm again, and following Chingachgook, whojust then reappeared within the circle of light, into the bosom of theworks. "How is it, Sagamore? Are the Mingos upon us in earnest, or is itonly one of those rept_y_les who hang upon the skirts of a war party, toscalp the dead, go in, and make their boast among the squaws of thevaliant 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 thebullet that had nearly proved fatal to himself. After which, he wascontent to reply, holding a single finger up to view, with the Englishmonosyllable, --

"One. "

"I thought as much, " returned Hawkeye, seating himself; "and as he hadgot the cover of the lake afore Uncas pulled upon him, it is more thanprobable the knave will sing his lies about some great ambushment, inwhich he was outlying on the trail of two Mohicans and a whitehunter--for the officers can be considered as little better than idlersin such a scrimmage. Well, let him--let him. There are always somehonest men in every nation, though heaven knows, too, that they arescarce among the Maquas, to look down an upstart when he brags ag'inthe face of reason. The varlet sent his lead within whistle of yourears, Sagamore. "

Chingachgook turned a calm and incurious eye towards the place where theball had struck, and then resumed his former attitude, with a composurethat could not be disturbed by so trifling an incident. Just then Uncasglided into the circle, and seated himself at the fire, with the sameappearance of indifference as was maintained by his father. 

Of these several movements Heyward was a deeply interested and wonderingobserver. It appeared to him as though the foresters had some secretmeans of intelligence, which had escaped the vigilance of his ownfaculties. In place of that eager and garrulous narration with which awhite youth would have endeavored to communicate, and perhapsexaggerate, that which had passed out in the darkness of the plain, theyoung warrior was seemingly content to let his deeds speak forthemselves. It was, in fact, neither the moment nor the occasion for anIndian to boast of his exploits; and it is probable, that had Heywardneglected to inquire, not another syllable would, just then, have beenuttered on the subject. 

"What has become of our enemy, Uncas?" demanded Duncan: "we heard yourrifle, and hoped you had not fired in vain. "

The young chief removed a fold of his hunting-shirt, and quietly exposedthe fatal tuft of hair, which he bore as the symbol of victory. Chingachgook laid his hand on the scalp, and considered it for a momentwith deep attention. Then dropping it, with disgust depicted in hisstrong features, he ejaculated, --

"Oneida!"

"Oneida!" repeated the scout, who was fast losing his interest in thescene, in an apathy nearly assimilated to that of his red associates, but who now advanced with uncommon earnestness to regard the bloodybadge. "By the Lord, if the Oneidas are outlying upon the trail, weshall be flanked by devils on every side of us! Now, to white eyes thereis 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, heeven names the tribe of the poor devil with as much ease as if the scalpwas the leaf of a book, and each hair a letter. What right haveChristian whites to boast of their learning, when a savage can read alanguage 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 hissoft 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 wouldnot have attempted the life of a friend. "

"He mistake a Mohican in his paint for a Huron! You would be as likelyto mistake the white-coated grenadiers of Montcalm for the scarletjackets of the 'Royal Americans', " returned the scout. "No, no, thesarpent knew his errand; nor was there any great mistake in the matter, for there is but little love atween a Delaware and a Mingo, let theirtribes go out to fight for whom they may, in a white quarrel. For thatmatter, though the Oneidas do serve his sacred majesty, who is my ownsovereign lord and master, I should not have deliberated long aboutletting off 'Killdeer' at the imp myself, had luck thrown him in myway. "

"That would have been an abuse of our treaties, and unworthy of yourcharacter. "

"When a man consorts much with a people, " continued Hawkeye, "if theyare honest and he no knave, love will grow up atwixt them. It is truethat white cunning has managed to throw the tribes into great confusionas respects friends and enemies; so that the Hurons and the Oneidas, whospeak the same tongue, or what may be called the same, take each other'sscalps, and the Delawares are divided among themselves; a few hangingabout their great council-fire on their own river, and fighting on thesame side with the Mingos, while the greater part are in the Canadas, out of natural enmity to the Maquas--thus throwing everything intodisorder, and destroying all the harmony of warfare. Yet a red natur' isnot likely to alter with every shift of policy; so that the love atwixta Mohican and a Mingo is much like the regard between a white man and asarpent. "

"I regret to hear it; for I had believed those natives who dwelt withinour boundaries had found us too just and liberal, not to identifythemselves fully with our quarrels. "

"Why, I believe it is natur' to give a preference to one's own quarrelsbefore those of strangers. Now, for myself, I do love justice; andtherefore I will not say I hate a Mingo, for that may be unsuitable tomy color and my religion, though I will just repeat, it may have beenowing to the night that 'Killdeer' had no hand in the death of thisskulking Onedia. "

Then, as if satisfied with the force of his own reasons, whatever mightbe their effect on the opinions of the other disputant, the honest butimplacable woodsman turned from the fire, content to let the controversyslumber. Heyward withdrew to the rampart, too uneasy and too littleaccustomed to the warfare of the woods to remain at ease under thepossibility of such insidious attacks. Not so, however, with the scoutand the Mohicans. Those acute and long practised senses, whose powers sooften exceed the limits of all ordinary credulity, after having detectedthe danger, had enabled them to ascertain its magnitude and duration. Not one of the three appeared in the least to doubt their perfectsecurity, as was indicated by the preparations that were soon made tosit 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 itwas one of its consequences, that the Delaware and the Mingo (as thepeople of the Six Nations were called) were found fighting in the sameranks, while the latter sought the scalp of the Huron, though believedto be the root of his own stock. The Delawares were even divided amongthemselves. Though love for the soil which had belonged to his ancestorskept the Sagamore of the Mohicans with a small band of followers whowere serving at Edward, under the banners of the English king, by farthe largest portion of his nation were known to be in the field asallies of Montcalm. The reader probably knows, if enough has not alreadybeen gleaned from this narrative, that the Delaware, or Lenape, claimedto be the progenitors of that numerous people, who once were masters ofmost of the Eastern and Northern States of America, of whom thecommunity of the Mohicans was an ancient and highly honored member. 

It was, of course, with a perfect understanding of the minute andintricate interest which had armed friend against friend, and broughtnatural enemies to combat by each other's side, that the scout and hiscompanions now disposed themselves to deliberate on the measures thatwere to govern their future movements, amid so many jarring and savageraces of men. Duncan knew enough of Indian customs to understand thereason that the fire was replenished, and why the warriors, notexcepting Hawkeye, took their seats within the curl of its smoke withso much gravity and decorum. Placing himself at an angle of the works, where he might be a spectator of the scene within, while he kept awatchful eye against any danger from without, he awaited the result withas much patience as he could summon. 

After a short and impressive pause, Chingachgook lighted a pipe whosebowl was curiously carved in one of the soft stones of the country, andwhose stem was a tube of wood, and commenced smoking. When he hadinhaled enough of the fragrance of the soothing weed, he passed theinstrument into the hands of the scout. In this manner the pipe had madeits rounds three several times, amid the most profound silence, beforeeither of the party opened his lips. Then the Sagamore, as the oldestand highest in rank, in a few calm and dignified words, proposed thesubject for deliberation. He was answered by the scout; and Chingachgookrejoined, when the other objected to his opinions. But the youthfulUncas continued a silent and respectful listener, until Hawkeye, incomplaisance, demanded his opinion. Heyward gathered from the manners ofthe different speakers, that the father and son espoused one side of adisputed question, while the white man maintained the other. The contestgradually grew warmer, until it was quite evident the feelings of thespeakers began to be somewhat enlisted in the debate. 

Notwithstanding the increasing warmth of the amicable contest, the mostdecorous Christian assembly, not even excepting those in which itsreverend ministers are collected, might have learned a wholesome lessonof moderation from the forbearance and courtesy of the disputants. Thewords of Uncas were received with the same deep attention as those whichfell from the maturer wisdom of his father; and so far from manifestingany impatience, neither spoke in reply, until a few moments of silentmeditation were, seemingly, bestowed in deliberating on what had alreadybeen said. 

The language of the Mohicans was accompanied by gestures so direct andnatural, that Heyward had but little difficulty in following the threadof their argument. On the other hand, the scout was obscure; because, from the lingering pride of color, he rather affected the cold andartificial manner which characterizes all classes of Anglo-Americans, when unexcited. By the frequency with which the Indians described themarks of a forest trail, it was evident they urged a pursuit by land, while the repeated sweep of Hawkeye's arm towards the Horican denotedthat he was for a passage across its waters. 

The latter was, to every appearance, fast losing ground, and the pointwas about to be decided against him, when he arose to his feet, andshaking off his apathy, he suddenly assumed the manner of an Indian, andadopted all the arts of native eloquence. Elevating an arm, he pointedout the track of the sun, repeating the gesture for every day that wasnecessary to accomplish their object. Then he delineated a long andpainful path, amid rocks and water-courses. The age and weakness of theslumbering and unconscious Munro were indicated by signs too palpable tobe mistaken. Duncan perceived that even his own powers were spokenlightly of, as the scout extended his palm, and mentioned him byappellation of the "Open Hand, "--a name his liberality had purchased ofall the friendly tribes. Then came a representation of the light andgraceful movements of a canoe, set in forcible contrast to the totteringsteps of one enfeebled and tired. He concluded by pointing to the scalpof the Oneida, and apparently urging the necessity of their departingspeedily, and in a manner that should leave no trail. 

The Mohicans listened gravely, and with countenances that reflected thesentiments of the speaker. Conviction gradually wrought its influence, and towards the close of Hawkeye's speech, his sentences wereaccompanied by the customary exclamation of commendation. In short, Uncas and his father became converts to his way of thinking, abandoningtheir own previously expressed opinions with a liberality and candorthat, had they been the representatives of some great and civilizedpeople, would have infallibly worked their political ruin, bydestroying, forever, their reputation for consistency. 

The instant the matter in discussion was decided, the debate, andeverything connected with it, except the results, appeared to beforgotten. Hawkeye, without looking round to read his triumph inapplauding eyes, very composedly stretched his tall frame before thedying embers, and closed his own organs in sleep. 

Left now in a measure to themselves, the Mohicans, whose time had beenso much devoted to the interests of others, seized the moment to devotesome attention to themselves. Casting off, at once, the grave andaustere demeanor of an Indian chief, Chingachgook commenced speaking tohis son in the soft and playful tones of affection. Uncas gladly metthe familiar air of his father; and before the hard breathing of thescout announced that he slept, a complete change was effected in themanner of his two associates. 

It is impossible to describe the music of their language, while thusengaged in laughter and endearments, in such a way as to render itintelligible to those whose ears have never listened to its melody. Thecompass of their voices, particularly that of the youth, waswonderful, --extending from the deepest bass to tones that were evenfeminine in softness. The eyes of the father followed the plastic andingenious movements of the son with open delight, and he never failed tosmile in reply to the other's contagious, but low laughter. While underthe influence of these gentle and natural feelings, no trace of ferocitywas to be seen in the softened features of the Sagamore. His figuredpanoply of death looked more like a disguise assumed in mockery, than afierce annunciation of a desire to carry destruction in his footsteps. 

After an hour passed in the indulgence of their better feelings, Chingachgook abruptly announced his desire to sleep, by wrapping hishead in his blanket, and stretching his form on the naked earth. Themerriment of Uncas instantly ceased; and carefully raking the coals insuch 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 experiencedforesters, Heyward soon imitated their example; and long before thenight had turned, they who lay in the bosom of the ruined work, seemedto slumber as heavily as the unconscious multitude whose bones werealready beginning to bleach on the surrounding plain. 

CHAPTER XX

 "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 arousethe sleepers. Casting aside their cloaks Munro and Heyward were on theirfeet while the woodsman was still making his low calls, at the entranceof the rude shelter where they had passed the night. When they issuedfrom beneath its concealment, they found the scout awaiting theirappearance nigh by, and the only salutation between them was thesignificant gesture for silence, made by their sagacious leader. 

"Think over your prayers, " he whispered, as they approached him; "for Heto whom you make them knows all tongues; that of the heart as well asthose of the mouth. But speak not a syllable; it is rare for a whitevoice to pitch itself properly in the woods, as we have seen by theexample of that miserable devil, the singer. Come, " he continued, turning towards a curtain of the works; "let us get into the ditch onthis side, and be regardful to step on the stones and fragments of woodas you go. "

His companions complied, though to two of them the reasons of thisextraordinary precaution were yet a mystery. When they were in the lowcavity that surrounded the earthen fort on three sides, they found thepassage nearly choked by the ruins. With care and patience, however, they succeeded in clambering after the scout, until they reached thesandy shore of the Horican. 

"That's a trail that nothing but a nose can follow, " said the satisfiedscout, looking back along their difficult way; "grass is a treacherouscarpet for a flying party to tread on, but wood and stone take no printfrom a moccasin. Had you worn your armed boots, there might, indeed, have been something to fear; but with the deer-skin suitably prepared, aman may trust himself, generally, on rocks with safety. Shove in thecanoe nigher to the land, Uncas; this sand will take a stamp as easilyas the butter of the Jarmans on the Mohawk. Softly, lad, softly; it mustnot touch the beach, or the knaves will know by what road we have leftthe place. "

The young man observed the precaution; and the scout, laying a boardfrom the ruins to the canoe, made a sign for the two officers to enter. When this was done, everything was studiously restored to its formerdisorder; and then Hawkeye succeeded in reaching his little birchenvessel, without leaving behind him any of those marks which he appearedso much to dread. Heyward was silent, until the Indians had cautiouslypaddled the canoe some distance from the fort, and within the broad anddark shadow that fell from the eastern mountain on the glassy surface ofthe 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 asthis we float on, " returned the scout, "your two eyes would answer yourown question. Have you forgotten the skulking rept_y_le that Uncasslew?"

"By no means. But he was said to be alone, and dead men give no causefor fear. "

"Ay, he was alone in his deviltry! but an Indian whose tribe counts somany warriors, need seldom fear his blood will run, without thedeath-shriek coming speedily from some of his enemies. "

"But our presence--the authority of Colonel Munro--would prove asufficient protection against the anger of our allies, especially in acase where a wretch so well merited his fate. I trust in Heaven you havenot deviated a single foot from the direct line of our course, with soslight a reason!"

"Do you think the bullet of that varlet's rifle would have turned aside, though his majesty the king had stood in its path?" returned thestubborn scout. "Why did not the grand Frencher, he who iscaptain-general of the Canadas, bury the tomahawks of the Hurons, if aword 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 hehad paused a moment, in deference to the sorrow of his aged friend, heresumed the subject. 

"The Marquis of Montcalm can only settle that error with his God, " saidthe young man solemnly. 

"Ay, ay; now there is reason in your words, for they are bottomed onreligion and honesty. There is a vast difference between throwing aregiment of white coats atwixt the tribes and the prisoners, and coaxingan angry savage to forget he carries a knife and a rifle, with wordsthat must begin with calling him your son. No, no, " continued the scout, looking back at the dim shore of William Henry, which was now fastreceding, and laughing in his own silent but heartfelt manner; "I haveput a trail of water atween us; and unless the imps can make friendswith the fishes, and hear who has paddled across their basin, this finemorning, we shall throw the length of the Horican behind us, before theyhave made up their minds which path to take. "

"With foes in front, and foes in our rear, our journey is like to be oneof danger. "

"Danger!" repeated Hawkeye, calmly; "no, not absolutely of danger; for, with vigilant ears and quick eyes, we can manage to keep a few hoursahead of the knaves; or, if we must try the rifle, there are three of uswho 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 ofit is probable; and it may happen, a brush, a skrimmage, or some suchdivarsion, but always where covers are good, and ammunition abundant. "

It is possible that Heyward's estimate of danger differed in some degreefrom 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 daydawned, they entered the narrows of the lake, [23] and stole swiftly andcautiously among their numberless little islands. It was by this roadthat Montcalm had retired with his army; and the adventurers knew notbut he had left some of his Indians in ambush, to protect the rear ofhis forces, and collect the stragglers. They, therefore, approached thepassage with the customary silence of their guarded habits. 

Chingachgook laid aside his paddle; while Uncas and the scout urged thelight vessel through crooked and intricate channels, where every footthat they advanced exposed them to the danger of some sudden rising ontheir progress. The eyes of the Sagamore moved warily from islet toislet, and copse to copse, as the canoe proceeded; and when a clearersheet of water permitted, his keen vision was bent along the bald rocksand impending forests, that frowned upon the narrow strait. 

Heyward, who was a doubly interested spectator, as well from thebeauties of the place as from the apprehension natural to his situation, was just believing that he had permitted the latter to be excitedwithout sufficient reason, when the paddle ceased moving, in obedienceto a signal from Chingachgook. 

"Hugh!" exclaimed Uncas, nearly at the moment that the light tap hisfather had made on the side of the canoe notified them of the vicinityof danger. 

"What now?" asked the scout; "the lake is as smooth as if the winds hadnever blown, and I can see along its sheet for miles; there is not somuch as the black head of a loon dotting the water. "

The Indian gravely raised his paddle, and pointed in the direction inwhich his own steady look was riveted. Duncan's eyes followed themotion. A few rods in their front lay another of the low wooded islets, but it appeared as calm and peaceful as if its solitude had never beendisturbed by the foot of man. 

"I see nothing, " he said, "but land and water; and a lovely scene itis. "

"Hist!" interrupted the scout. "Ay, Sagamore, there is always a reasonfor what you do. 'Tis but a shade, and yet it is not natural. You seethe mist, major, that is rising above the island; you can't call it afog, 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 thathangs along its lower side, and which you may trace down into thethicket of hazel? 'Tis from a fire; but one that, in my judgment, hasbeen suffered to burn low. "

"Let us then push for the place, and relieve our doubts, " said theimpatient Duncan; "the party must be small that can lie on such a bit ofland. "

"If you judge of Indian cunning by the rules you find in books, or bywhite sagacity, they will lead you astray, if not to your death, "returned Hawkeye, examining the signs of the place with that acutenesswhich 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: theone is, to return, and give up all thoughts of following the Hurons--"

"Never!" exclaimed Heyward, in a voice far too loud for theircircumstances. 

"Well, well, " continued Hawkeye, making a hasty sign to repress hisimpatience; "I am much of your mind myself; though I thought it becomingmy experience to tell the whole. We must then make a push, and if theIndians or Frenchers are in the narrows, run the gauntlet through thesetoppling mountains. Is there reason in my words, Sagamore?"

The Indian made no other answer than by dropping his paddle into thewater, and urging forward the canoe. As he held the office of directingits course, his resolution was sufficiently indicated by the movement. The whole party now plied their paddles vigorously, and in a very fewmoments they had reached a point whence they might command an entireview of the northern shore of the island, the side that had hithertobeen concealed. 

"There they are, by all the truth of signs, " whispered the scout; "twocanoes and a smoke. The knaves haven't yet got their eyes out of themist, or we should hear the accursed whoop. Together, friend! we areleaving them, and are already nearly out of whistle of a bullet. "

The well known crack of a rifle, whose ball came skipping along theplacid 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 the canoes, which were soon dancing over the water, in pursuit. These fearfulprecursors of a coming struggle produced no change in the countenancesand 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 possessinglife and volition. 

"Hold them there, Sagamore, " said Hawkeye, looking coolly backward overhis left shoulder, while he still plied his paddle; "keep them justthere. Them Hurons have never a piece in their nation that will executeat this distance; but 'Killdeer' has a barrel on which a man maycalculate. "

The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficient ofthemselves to maintain the requisite distance, deliberately laid asidehis paddle, and raised the fatal rifle. Three several times he broughtthe piece to his shoulder, and when his companions were expecting itsreport, he as often lowered it to request the Indians would permit theirenemies to approach a little nigher. At length his accurate andfastidious eye seemed satisfied, and throwing out his left arm on thebarrel, he was slowly elevating the muzzle, when an exclamation fromUncas, who sat in the bow, once more caused him to suspend the shot. 

"What now, lad?" demanded Hawkeye; "you saved a Huron from thedeath-shriek by that word; have you reason for what you do?"

Uncas pointed towards the rocky shore a little in their front, whenceanother war canoe was darting directly across their course. It was tooobvious now that their situation was imminently perilous to need the aidof language to confirm it. The scout laid aside his rifle, and resumedthe paddle, while Chingachgook inclined the bows of the canoe a littletowards the western shore, in order to increase the distance betweenthem and this new enemy. In the meantime they were reminded of thepresence of those who pressed upon their rear, by wild and exultingshouts. The stirring scene awakened even Munro from his apathy. 

"Let us make for the rocks on the main, " he said, with the mien of atired soldier, "and give battle to the savages. God forbid that I, orthose attached to me and mine, should ever trust again to the faith ofany servant of the Louis's!"

"He who wishes to prosper in Indian warfare, " returned the scout, "mustnot be too proud to learn from the wit of a native. Lay her more alongthe land, Sagamore; we are doubling on the varlets, and perhaps they maytry to strike our trail on the long calculation. "

Hawkeye was not mistaken; for when the Hurons found their course waslikely to throw them behind their chase, they rendered it less direct, until, by gradually bearing more and more obliquely, the two canoes wereere long, gliding on parallel lines, within two hundred yards of eachother. It now became entirely a trial of speed. So rapid was theprogress of the light vessels, that the lake curled in their front, inminiature waves, and their motion became undulating by its own velocity. It was, perhaps, owing to this circumstance, in addition to thenecessity of keeping every hand employed at the paddles, that theHurons had not immediate recourse to their fire-arms. The exertions ofthe fugitives were too severe to continue long, and the pursuers had theadvantage of numbers. Duncan observed, with uneasiness, that the scoutbegan to look anxiously about him, as if searching for some furthermeans of assisting their flight. 

"Edge her a little more from the sun, Sagamore, " said the stubbornwoodsman; "I see the knaves are sparing a man to the rifle. A singlebroken bone might lose us our scalps. Edge more from the sun and we willput the island between us. "

The expedient was not without its use. A long, low island lay at alittle distance before them, and as they closed with it, the chasingcanoe was compelled to take a side opposite to that on which the pursuedpassed. The scout and his companions did not neglect this advantage, butthe instant they were hid from observation by the bushes, they redoubledefforts that before had seemed prodigious. The two canoes came round thelast low point, like two coursers at the top of their speed, thefugitives taking the lead. This change had brought them nigher to eachother, however, while it altered their relative positions. 

"You showed knowledge in the shaping of birchen bark, Uncas, when youchose this from among the Huron canoes, " said the scout, smiling, apparently more in satisfaction at their superiority in the race, thanfrom that prospect of final escape which now began to open a little uponthem. "The imps have put all their strength again at the paddles, and weare to struggle for our scalps with bits of flattened wood, instead ofclouded barrels and true eyes. A long stroke, and together, friends. "

"They are preparing for a shot, " said Heyward; "and as we are in a linewith them, it can scarcely fail. "

"Get you then into the bottom of the canoe, " returned the scout; "youand 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, whilethe warriors were under fire!"

"Lord! Lord! That is now a white man's courage!" exclaimed the scout;"and like too many of his notions, not to be maintained by reason. Doyou think the Sagamore, or Uncas, or even I, who am a man without across, would deliberate about finding a cover in the skrimmage, when anopen body would do no good? For what have the Frenchers reared up theirQuebec, if fighting is always to be done in the clearings?"

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE FLIGHT ACROSS THE LAKE

_The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were sufficient ofthemselves to maintain the requisite distance, deliberately laid asidehis paddle, and raised the fatal rifle_]

"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 bulletswhistled about them, Duncan saw the head of Uncas turned, looking backat himself and Munro. Notwithstanding the nearness of the enemy, and hisown great personal danger, the countenance of the young warriorexpressed no other emotion, as the former was compelled to think, thanamazement at finding men willing to encounter so useless an exposure. Chingachgook was probably better acquainted with the notions of whitemen, for he did not even cast a glance aside from the riveted look hiseye maintained on the object by which he governed their course. A ballsoon 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 theHurons, who seized the opportunity to fire another volley. Uncasdescribed an arc in the water with his own blade, and as the canoepassed swiftly on, Chingachgook recovered his paddle, and flourishing iton high, he gave the war-whoop of the Mohicans, and then lent hisstrength and skill again to the important task. 

The clamorous sounds of "Le Gros Serpent!" "La Longue Carabine!" "LeCerf Agile!" burst at once from the canoes behind, and seemed to givenew zeal to the pursuers. The scout seized "Killdeer" in his left hand, and elevating it above his head, he shook it in triumph at his enemies. The savages answered the insult with a yell, and immediately anothervolley succeeded. The bullets pattered along the lake, and one evenpierced the bark of their little vessel. No perceptible emotion could bediscovered in the Mohicans during this critical moment, their rigidfeatures expressing neither hope nor alarm; but the scout again turnedhis 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 notto be found among the Mingos that can calculate a true range in adancing 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 feetto their two!"

Duncan, who was not altogether as easy under this nice estimate ofdistances as his companions, was glad to find, however, that owing totheir superior dexterity, and the diversion among their enemies, theywere 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 acurious eye; "it would not have cut the skin of an infant, much less ofmen, 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'lllet 'Killdeer' take a part in the conversation. "

Heyward seized the paddle, and applied himself to the work with aneagerness that supplied the place of skill, while Hawkeye was engaged ininspecting 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 asimilar object, and he now fell backward, suffering his gun to escapefrom his hands into the water. In an instant, however, he recovered hisfeet, though his gestures were wild and bewildered. At the same momenthis companions suspended their efforts, and the chasing canoes clusteredtogether, and became stationary. Chingachgook and Uncas profited by theinterval to regain their wind, though Duncan continued to work with themost persevering industry. The father and son now cast calm butinquiring glances at each other, to learn if either had sustained anyinjury by the fire; for both well knew that no cry or exclamation would, in such a moment of necessity, have been permitted to betray theaccident. A few large drops of blood were trickling down the shoulder ofthe Sagamore, who, when he perceived that the eyes of Uncas dwelt toolong on the sight, raised some water in the hollow of his hand, andwashing 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 reloadedhis rifle; "we are a little too far already for a rifle to put forth itsbeauties, and you see yonder imps are holding a council. Let them comeup within striking distance--my eye may well be trusted in such amatter--and I will trail the varlets the length of the Horican, guaranteeing that not a shot of theirs shall, at the worst, more thanbreak the skin, while 'Killdeer' shall touch the life twice in threetimes. "

"We forget our errand, " returned the diligent Duncan. "For God's sakelet us profit by this advantage, and increase our distance from theenemy. "

"Give me my children, " said Munro hoarsely; "trifle no longer with afather's agony, but restore me my babes. "

Long and habitual deference to the mandates of his superiors had taughtthe scout the virtue of obedience. Throwing a last and lingering glanceat the distant canoes, he laid aside his rifle, and relieving thewearied Duncan, resumed the paddle, which he wielded with sinews thatnever tired. His efforts were seconded by those of the Mohicans, and avery few minutes served to place such a sheet of water between them andtheir 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 islandswere few, and easily avoided. The strokes of the paddles grew moremeasured and regular, while they who plied them continued their labor, after the close and deadly chase from which they had just relievedthemselves, with as much coolness as though their speed had been triedin sport, rather than under such pressing, nay, almost desperatecircumstances. 

Instead of following the western shore, whither their errand led them, the wary Mohican inclined his course more towards those hills behindwhich Montcalm was known to have led his army into the formidablefortress of Ticonderoga. As the Hurons, to every appearance, hadabandoned the pursuit, there was no apparent reason for this excess ofcaution. It was, however, maintained for hours, until they had reached abay, nigh the northern termination of the lake. Here the canoe wasdriven upon the beach, and the whole party landed. Hawkeye and Heywardascended an adjacent bluff, where the former, after considering theexpanse of water beneath him, pointed out to the latter a small blackobject, hovering under a headland, at the distance of several miles. 

"Do you see it?" demanded the scout. "Now, what would you account thatspot, were you left alone to white experience to find your way throughthis wilderness?"

"But for its distance and its magnitude, I should suppose it a bird. Canit be a living object?"

"'Tis a canoe of good birchen bark, and paddled by fierce and craftyMingos. Though Providence has lent to those who inhabit the woods eyesthat would be needless to men in the settlements, where there areinventions to assist the sight, yet no human organs can see all thedangers which at this moment circumvent us. These varlets pretend to bebent chiefly on their sun-down meal, but the moment it is dark they willbe 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 areuseful at times, especially when the game takes the water, " continuedthe scout, gazing about him with a countenance of concern; "but theygive no cover, except it be to the fishes. God knows what the countrywould 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 rockabove the canoe, " interrupted the abstracted scout. "My life on it, other eyes than ours see it, and know its meaning. Well, words will notmend the matter, and it is time that we were doing. "

Hawkeye moved away from the look-out, and descended, musing profoundly, to the shore. He communicated the result of his observations to hiscompanions, in Delaware, and a short and earnest consultation succeeded. When it terminated, the three instantly set about executing their newresolutions. 

The canoe was lifted from the water, and borne on the shoulders of theparty. They proceeded into the wood, making as broad and obvious a trailas possible. They soon reached a water-course, which they crossed, andcontinued onward, until they came to an extensive and naked rock. Atthis point, where their footsteps might be expected to be no longervisible, they retraced their route to the brook, walking backwards, withthe utmost care. They now followed the bed of the little stream to thelake, into which they immediately launched their canoe again. A lowpoint concealed them from the headland, and the margin of the lake wasfringed for some distance with dense and overhanging bushes. Under thecover of these natural advantages, they toiled their way, with patientindustry, until the scout pronounced that he believed it would be safeonce more to land. 

The halt continued until evening rendered objects indistinct anduncertain to the eye. Then they resumed their route, and, favored by thedarkness, pushed silently and vigorously towards the western shore. Although the rugged outline of mountain, to which they were steering, presented no distinctive marks to the eyes of Duncan, the Mohicanentered the little haven he had selected with the confidence andaccuracy of an experienced pilot. 

The boat was again lifted and borne into the woods where it wascarefully concealed under a pile of brush. The adventurers assumed theirarms and packs, and the scout announced to Munro and Heyward that he andthe Indians were at last in readiness to proceed. 

CHAPTER XXI

 "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 thisday, less known to the inhabitants of the States, than the deserts ofArabia, or the steppes of Tartary. It was the sterile and ruggeddistrict which separates the tributaries of Champlain from those of theHudson, 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 richand thriving settlements, though none but the hunter or the savage isever known, even now, to penetrate its wild recesses. 

As Hawkeye and the Mohicans had, however, often traversed the mountainsand valleys of this vast wilderness, they did not hesitate to plungeinto its depths, with the freedom of men accustomed to its privationsand difficulties. For many hours the travellers toiled on theirlaborious way, guided by a star, or following the direction of somewater-course, until the scout called a halt, and holding a shortconsultation with the Indians, they lighted their fire, and made theusual preparations to pass the remainder of the night where they thenwere. 

Imitating the example, and emulating the confidence, of their moreexperienced associates, Munro and Duncan slept without fear, if notwithout uneasiness. The dews were suffered to exhale, and the sundispersed the mists, and was shedding a strong and clear light in theforest, when the travellers resumed their journey. 

After proceeding a few miles, the progress of Hawkeye, who led theadvance, became more deliberate and watchful. He often stopped toexamine the trees; nor did he cross a rivulet, without attentivelyconsidering the quantity, the velocity, and the color of its waters. Distrusting his own judgment his appeals to the opinion of Chingachgookwere frequent and earnest. During one of these conferences, Heywardobserved that Uncas stood a patient and silent, though, as he imagined, an interested listener. He was strongly tempted to address the youngchief, and demand his opinion of their progress; but the calm anddignified demeanor of the native induced him to believe that, likehimself, the other was wholly dependent on the sagacity and intelligenceof the seniors of the party. At last, the scout spoke in English, and atonce explained the embarrassment of their situation. 

"When I found that the home path of the Hurons run north, " he said, "itdid not need the judgment of many long years to tell that they wouldfollow the valleys, and keep atween the waters of the Hudson and theHorican, 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 Scaroon, and not a sign ofa trail have we crossed! Human natur' is weak, and it is possible we maynot have taken the proper scent. "

"Heaven protect us from such an error!" exclaimed Duncan. "Let usretrace our steps, and examine as we go, with keener eyes. Has Uncas nocounsel to offer in such a strait?"

The young Mohican cast a glance at his father, but maintaining his quietand reserved mien, he continued silent. Chingachgook had caught thelook, and motioning with his hand, he bade him speak. The moment thispermission was accorded, the countenance of Uncas changed from its gravecomposure to a gleam of intelligence and joy. Bounding forward like adeer, he sprang up the side of a little acclivity, a few rods inadvance, and stood exultingly over a spot of fresh earth that looked asthough it had been recently upturned by the passage of some heavyanimal. 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 ladis 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 canmeasure what he knows by the page, may conceit that his knowledge, likehis legs, outruns that of his father; but where experience is themaster, the scholar is made to know the value of years, and respectsthem accordingly. "

"See!" said Uncas, pointing north and south, at the evident marks ofthe broad trail on either side of him: "the dark-hair has gone towardsthe frost. "

"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 yourwaddling beasts: this Huron travels like a white general. The fellow isstricken with a judgment, and is mad! Look sharp for wheels, Sagamore, "he continued, looking back, and laughing in his newly awakenedsatisfaction; "we shall soon have the fool journeying in a coach, andthat 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, inwhich a circuitous distance of more than forty miles had been passed, did not fail to impart a portion of hope to the whole party. Theiradvance was rapid; and made with as much confidence as a traveller wouldproceed along a wide highway. If a rock, or a rivulet, or a bit of earthharder than common, severed the links of the clue they followed, thetrue eye of the scout recovered them at a distance, and seldom renderedthe delay of a single moment necessary. Their progress was muchfacilitated by the certainty that Magua had found it necessary tojourney through the valleys; a circumstance which rendered the generaldirection of the route sure. Nor had the Huron entirely neglected thearts uniformly practised by the natives when retiring in front of anyenemy. False trails, and sudden turnings, were frequent, wherever abrook, or the formation of the ground, rendered them feasible; but hispursuers 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 Scaroon, and werefollowing the route of the declining sun. After descending an eminenceto a low bottom, through which a stream glided, they suddenly came to aplace where the party of Le Renard had made a halt. Extinguished brandswere lying around a spring, the offals of a deer were scattered aboutthe place, and the trees bore evident marks of having been browsed bythe horses. At a little distance, Heyward discovered, and contemplatedwith tender emotion, the small bower under which he was fain to believethat Cora and Alice had reposed. But while the earth was trodden, andthe footsteps of both men and beasts were so plainly visible around theplace, the trail appeared to have suddenly ended. 

It was easy to follow the track of the Narragansetts, but they seemedonly to have wandered without guides, or any other object than thepursuit of food. At length Uncas, who, with his father, had endeavoredto trace the route of the horses, came upon a sign of their presencethat was quite recent. Before following the clue, he communicated hissuccess to his companions; and while the latter were consulting on thecircumstance, the youth reappeared, leading the two fillies, with theirsaddles broken, and the housings soiled, as though they had beenpermitted to run at will for several days. 

"What should this mean?" said Duncan, turning pale, and glancing hiseyes around him, as if he feared the brush and leaves were about to giveup some horrid secret. 

"That our march is come to a quick end, and that we are in an enemy'scountry, " returned the scout. "Had the knaves been pressed, and thegentle ones wanted horses to keep up with the party, he might have takentheir scalps; but without an enemy at his heels, and with such ruggedbeasts as these, he would not hurt a hair of their heads. I know yourthoughts, and shame be it to our color that you have reason for them;but he who thinks that even a Mingo would ill-treat a woman, unless itbe to tomahawk her, knows nothing of Indian natur', or the laws of thewoods. No, no; I have heard that the French Indians had come into thesehills, 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 anyday among these mountains; for the Frenchers are running a new lineatween the provinces of the king and the Canadas. It is true that thehorses are here, but the Hurons are gone; let us then hunt for the pathby which they departed. "

Hawkeye and the Mohicans now applied themselves to their task in goodearnest. A circle of a few hundred feet in circumference was drawn, andeach of the party took a segment for his portion. The examination, however, resulted in no discovery. The impressions of footsteps werenumerous, but they all appeared like those of men who had wandered aboutthe spot, without any design to quit it. Again the scout and hiscompanions made the circuit of the halting-place, each slowly followingthe other, until they assembled in the centre once more, no wiser thanwhen they started. 

"Such cunning is not without its deviltry, " exclaimed Hawkeye, when hemet the disappointed looks of his assistants. 

"We must get down to it, Sagamore, beginning at the spring, and goingover the ground by inches. The Huron shall never brag in his tribe thathe has a foot which leaves no print. "

Setting the example himself, the scout engaged in the scrutiny withrenewed zeal. Not a leaf was left unturned. The sticks were removed, andthe stones lifted; for Indian cunning was known frequently to adoptthese 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 portionof the task the soonest, raked the earth across the turbid little rillwhich 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 withkeen and curious eyes. A cry of exultation immediately announced thesuccess of the young warrior. The whole party crowded to the spot whereUncas pointed out the impression of a moccasin in the moist alluvion. 

"The lad will be an honor to his people, " said Hawkeye, regarding thetrail with as much admiration as a naturalist would expend on the tuskof a mammoth or the rib of a mastodon; "ay, and a thorn in the sides ofthe Hurons. Yet that is not the footstep of an Indian! the weight is toomuch on the heel, and the toes are squared, as though one of the Frenchdancers had been in, pigeon-winging his tribe! Run back, Uncas, andbring me the size of the singer's foot. You will find a beautiful printof it just opposite yon rock, agin the hillside. "

While the youth was engaged in this commission, the scout andChingachgook were attentively considering the impressions. Themeasurements agreed, and the former unhesitatingly pronounced that thefootstep was that of David, who had once more, been made to exchange hisshoes for moccasins. 

"I can now read the whole of it, as plainly as if I had seen the arts ofLe Subtil, " he added; "the singer, being a man whose gifts lay chieflyin his throat and feet, was made to go first, and the others have trodin 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 tocarry 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 rodsgo by. "

The whole party now proceeded, following the course of the rill, keepinganxious eyes on the regular impressions. The water soon flowed into itsbed again, but watching the ground on either side, the foresters pursuedtheir way content with knowing that the trail lay beneath. More thanhalf a mile was passed, before the rill rippled close around the base ofan extensive and dry rock. Here they paused to make sure that the Huronshad not quitted the water. 

It was fortunate they did so. For the quick and active Uncas soon foundthe impression of a foot on a bunch of moss, where it would seem anIndian had inadvertently trodden. Pursuing the direction given by thisdiscovery, he entered the neighboring thicket, and struck the trail, asfresh and obvious as it had been before they reached the spring. Anothershout announced the good fortune of the youth to his companions, and atonce terminated the search. 

"Ay, it has been planned with Indian judgment, " said the scout, when theparty was assembled around the place; "and would have blinded whiteeyes. "

"Shall we proceed?" demanded Heyward. 

"Softly, softly: we know our path; but it is good to examine theformation of things. This is my schooling, major; and if one neglectsthe book, there is little chance of learning from the open hand ofProvidence. All is plain but one thing, which is the manner that theknave contrived to get the gentle ones along the blind trail. Even aHuron would be too proud to let their tender feet touch the water. "

"Will this assist in explaining the difficulty?" said Heyward, pointingtowards the fragments of a sort of handbarrow, that had been rudelyconstructed of boughs, and bound together with withes, and which nowseemed carelessly cast aside as useless. 

"'Tis explained!" cried the delighted Hawkeye. "If them varlets havepassed a minute, they have spent hours in striving to fabricate a lyingend to their trail! Well, I've known them to waste a day in the samemanner, to as little purpose. Here we have three pair of moccasins, andtwo of little feet. It is amazing that any mortal beings can journey onlimbs so small! Pass me the thong of buckskin, Uncas, and let me takethe length of this foot. By the Lord, it is no longer than a child's andyet the maidens are tall and comely. That Providence is partial in itsgifts, for its own wise reasons, the best and most contented of us mustallow. "

"The tender limbs of my daughters are unequal to these hardships, " saidMunro, looking at the light footsteps of his children, with a parent'slove: "we shall find their fainting forms in this desert. "

"Of that there is little cause of fear, " returned the scout, slowlyshaking his head; "this is a firm and straight, though a light step, andnot over long. See, the heel has hardly touched the ground; and therethe dark-hair has made a little jump, from root to root. No, no; myknowledge for it, neither of them was nigh fainting, hereaway. Now, thesinger was beginning to be foot-sore and leg-weary as is plain by histrail. There, you see, he slipped; here he has travelled wide, andtottered; and there, again, it looks as though he journeyed onsnow-shoes. Ay, ay, a man who uses his throat altogether, can hardlygive his legs a proper training. "

From such undeniable testimony did the practised woodsman arrive at thetruth, with nearly as much certainty and precision as if he had been awitness of all those events which his ingenuity so easily elucidated. Cheered by these assurances, and satisfied by a reasoning that was soobvious, while it was so simple, the party resumed its course, aftermaking a short halt to take a hurried repast. 

When the meal was ended, the scout cast a glance upwards at the settingsun, and pushed forward with a rapidity which compelled Heyward and thestill vigorous Munro to exert all their muscles to equal. Their routenow lay along the bottom which had already been mentioned. As the Huronshad made no further efforts to conceal their footsteps, the progress ofthe pursuers was no longer delayed by uncertainty. Before an hour hadelapsed, however, the speed of Hawkeye sensibly abated, and his head, instead of maintaining its former direct and forward look, began to turnsuspiciously from side to side, as if he were conscious of approachingdanger. He soon stopped again, and waited for the whole party to comeup. 

"I scent the Hurons, " he said, speaking to the Mohicans; "yonder is opensky, through the tree-tops, and we are getting too nigh theirencampment. Sagamore, you will take the hillside, to the right; Uncaswill bend along the brook to the left, while I will try the trail. Ifanything should happen, the call will be three croaks of a crow. I sawone of the birds fanning himself in the air, just beyond the deadoak--another sign that we are touching an encampment. "

The Indians departed their several ways without reply, while Hawkeyecautiously proceeded with the two gentlemen. Heyward soon pressed to theside of their guide, eager to catch an early glimpse of those enemies hehad pursued with so much toil and anxiety. His companion told him tosteal to the edge of the wood, which, as usual, was fringed with athicket, and wait his coming, for he wished to examine certainsuspicious signs a little on one side. Duncan obeyed, and soon foundhimself in a situation to command a view which he found as extraordinaryas it was novel. 

The trees of many acres had been felled, and the glow of a mild summer'sevening had fallen on the clearing, in beautiful contrast to the graylight of the forest. A short distance from the place where Duncan stood, the stream had seemingly expanded into a little lake, covering most ofthe low land, from mountain to mountain. The water fell out of this widebasin, in a cataract so regular and gentle, that it appeared rather tobe the work of human hands, than fashioned by nature. A hundred earthendwellings stood on the margin of the lake, and even in its water, asthough the latter had overflowed its usual banks. Their rounded roofs, admirably moulded for defence against the weather, denoted more ofindustry and foresight than the natives were wont to bestow on theirregular habitations, much less on those they occupied for the temporarypurposes of hunting and war. In short, the whole village or town, whichever it might be termed, possessed more of method and neatness ofexecution, 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 fanciedhe discovered several human forms advancing towards him on all fours, and apparently dragging in their train some heavy, and as he was quickto apprehend, some formidable engine. Just then a few dark looking headsgleamed out of the dwellings, and the place seemed suddenly alive withbeings, which, however, glided from cover to cover so swiftly, as toallow no opportunity of examining their humors or pursuits. Alarmed atthese suspicious and inexplicable movements, he was about to attempt thesignal of the crows, when the rustling of leaves at hand drew his eyesin another direction. 

The young man started, and recoiled a few paces instinctively, when hefound himself within a hundred yards of a stranger Indian. Recoveringhis recollection on the instant, instead of sounding an alarm, whichmight prove fatal to himself, he remained stationary, an attentiveobserver of the other's motions. 

An instant of calm observation served to assure Duncan that he wasundiscovered. The native, like himself, seemed occupied in consideringthe low dwellings of the village, and the stolen movements of itsinhabitants. It was impossible to discover the expression of hisfeatures, through the grotesque mask of paint under which they wereconcealed; though Duncan fancied it was rather melancholy than savage. His head was shaved, as usual, with the exception of the crown, fromwhose tuft three or four faded feathers from a hawk's wing were looselydangling. A ragged calico mantle half-encircled his body, while hisnether garment was composed of an ordinary shirt, the sleeves of whichwere made to perform the office that is usually executed by a much morecommodious arrangement. His legs were bare, and sadly cut and torn bybriers. The feet were, however, covered with a pair of good deer-skinmoccasins. Altogether, the appearance of the individual was forlorn andmiserable. 

Duncan was still curiously observing the person of his neighbor, whenthe scout stole silently and cautiously to his side. 

"You see we have reached their settlement or encampment, " whispered theyoung man; "and here is one of the savages himself, in a veryembarrassing position for our further movements. "

Hawkeye started, and dropped his rifle, directed by the finger of hiscompanion, the stranger came under his view. Then lowering the dangerousmuzzle, he stretched forward his long neck, as if to assist a scrutinythat was already intensely keen. 

"The imp is not a Huron, " he said, "nor of any of the Canada tribes; andyet you see, by his clothes, the knave has been plundering a white. Ay, Montcalm has raked the woods for his inroad, and a whooping, murderingset of varlets has he gathered together. Can you see where he has puthis 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 aredodging about the water, we have but little to fear from him. "

The scout turned to Heyward, and regarded him a moment with unconcealedamazement. Then opening wide his mouth, he indulged in unrestrained andheartfelt laughter, though in that silent and peculiar manner whichdanger had so long taught him to practise. 

Repeating the words, "fellows who are dodging about the water!" headded, "so much for schooling and passing a boyhood in the settlements!The knave has long legs, though, and shall not be trusted. Do you keephim under your rifle while I creep in behind, through the bush, and takehim alive. Fire on no account. "

Heyward had already permitted his companion to bury part of his personin the thicket, when, stretching forth an arm, he arrested him, in orderto ask, --

"If I see you in danger, may I not risk a shot?"

Hawkeye regarded him a moment, like one who knew not how to take thequestion; then nodding his head, he answered, still laughing, thoughinaudibly, --

"Fire a whole platoon, major. "

In the next moment he was concealed by the leaves. Duncan waited severalminutes in feverish impatience, before he caught another glimpse of thescout. Then he reappeared, creeping along the earth, from which hisdress was hardly distinguishable, directly in the rear of his intendedcaptive. Having reached within a few yards of the latter, he arose tohis feet, silently and slowly. At that instant, several loud blows werestruck on the water, and Duncan turned his eyes just in time to perceivethat a hundred dark forms were plunging, in a body, into the troubledlittle sheet. Grasping his rifle, his looks were again bent on theIndian near him. Instead of taking the alarm, the unconscious savagestretched forward his neck, as if he also watched the movements aboutthe gloomy lake, with a sort of silly curiosity. In the meantime, theuplifted hand of Hawkeye was above him. But, without any apparentreason, it was withdrawn, and its owner indulged in another long, thoughstill silent, fit of merriment. When the peculiar and hearty laughter ofHawkeye was ended, instead of grasping his victim by the throat, hetapped 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 gavethem power to improve his gifts so well, would not deny them voices toproclaim his praise. "

CHAPTER XXII

 _"Bot. _--Are we all met?"

 _"Qui. _--Pat--pat; and here's a marvellous Convenient place for our rehearsal. "

 _Midsummer Night's Dream. _

The reader may better imagine, than we describe, the surprise ofHeyward. His lurking Indians were suddenly converted into four-footedbeasts; his lake into a beaver pond; his cataract into a dam, constructed by those industrious and ingenious quadrupeds; and asuspected enemy into his tried friend, David Gamut, the master ofpsalmody. The presence of the latter created so many unexpected hopesrelative to the sisters that, without a moment's hesitation, the youngman broke out of his ambush, and sprang forward to join the twoprincipal actors in the scene. 

The merriment of Hawkeye was not easily appeased. Without ceremony, andwith a rough hand, he twirled the supple Gamut around on his heel, andmore than once affirmed that the Hurons had done themselves great creditin the fashion of his costume. Then seizing the hand of the other, hesqueezed it with a gripe that brought the tears into the eyes of theplacid David, and wished him joy of his new condition. 

"You were about opening your throat-practysings among the beavers, wereye?" he said. "The cunning devils know half the trade already, for theybeat the time with their tails, as you heard just now; and in good timeit was too, or 'Killdeer' might have sounded the first note among them. I have known greater fools, who could read and write, than anexperienced 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 ofthe nature of the cry, looked upwards in quest of the bird, as thecawing of a crow rang in the air about them. 

"See!" continued the laughing scout, as he pointed towards the remainderof the party, who, in obedience to the signal, were alreadyapproaching: "this is music which has its natural virtues; it brings twogood rifles to my elbow, to say nothing of the knives and tomahawks. Butwe see that you are safe; now tell us what has become of the maidens. "

"They are captives to the heathen, " said David; "and though greatlytroubled 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 doneour feelings, by being thus led in captivity into a far land. "

"Bless ye for these very words!" exclaimed the trembling Munro; "I shallthen receive my babes spotless and angel-like, as I lost them!"

"I know not that their delivery is at hand, " returned the doubtingDavid; "the leader of these savages is possessed of an evil spirit thatno power short of Omnipotence can tame. I have tried him sleeping andwaking, but neither sounds nor language seem to touch his soul. "

"Where is the knave?" bluntly interrupted the scout. 

"He hunts the moose to-day, with his young men; and to-morrow, as Ihear, they pass farther into these forests, and nigher to the borders ofCanada. The elder maiden is conveyed to a neighboring people, whoselodges are situate beyond yonder black pinnacle of rock; while theyounger is detained among the women of the Hurons, whose dwellings arebut two short miles hence, on a table-land, where the fire has done theoffice of the axe, and prepared the place for their reception. "

"Alice, my gentle Alice!" murmured Heyward; "she has lost theconsolation of her sister's presence!"

"Even so. But so far as praise and thanksgiving in psalmody can temperthe 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 acknowledgedthat, in spite of all my endeavors, the maiden weeps oftener than shesmiles. At such moments I forbear to press the holy songs; but there aremany sweet and comfortable periods of satisfactory communication, whenthe ears of the savages are astounded with the upliftings of ourvoices. "

"And why are you permitted to go at large, unwatched?"

David composed his features into what he intended should express an airof modest humility, before he meekly replied--

"Little be the praise to such a worm as I. But, though the power ofpsalmody was suspended in the terrible business of that field of bloodthrough which we passed, it has recovered its influence even over thesouls of the heathen, and I am suffered to go and come at will. "

The scout laughed, and tapping his own forehead significantly, heperhaps explained the singular indulgence more satisfactorily when hesaid--

"The Indians never harm a non-composser. But why, when the path lay openbefore your eyes, did you not strike back on your own trail (it is notso blind as that which a squirrel would make), and bring in the tidingsto Edward?"

The scout, remembering only his own sturdy and iron nature, had probablyexacted a task that David, under no circumstances, could have performed. But, without entirely losing the meekness of his air, the latter wascontent to answer--

"Though my soul would rejoice to visit the habitations of Christendomonce more, my feet would rather follow the tender spirits intrusted tomy keeping, even into the idolatrous province of the Jesuits, than takeone step backward, while they pined in captivity and sorrow. "

Though the figurative language of David was not very intelligible, thesincere and steady expression of his eye, and the glow on his honestcountenance, were not easily mistaken. Uncas pressed closer to his side, and regarded the speaker with a look of commendation, while his fatherexpressed his satisfaction by the ordinary pithy exclamation ofapprobation. The scout shook his head as he rejoined--

"The Lord never intended that the man should place all his endeavors inhis throat, to the neglect of other and better gifts! But he has falleninto the hands of some silly woman, when he should have been gatheringhis education under a blue sky, among the beauties of the forest. Here, friend; I did intend to kindle a fire with this tooting whistle ofthine; but as you value the thing, take it, and blow your best on it!"

Gamut received his pitch-pipe with as strong an expression of pleasureas he believed compatible with the grave functions he exercised. Afteressaying its virtues repeatedly, in contrast with his own voice, andsatisfying himself that none of its melody was lost, he made a veryserious demonstration towards achieving a few stanzas of one of thelongest effusions in the little volume so often mentioned. 

Heyward, however, hastily interrupted his pious purpose, by continuingquestions concerning the past and present condition of hisfellow-captives, and in a manner more methodical than had been permittedby his feelings in the opening of their interview. David, though heregarded 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 tothrow in a pertinent inquiry, whenever a fitting occasion presented. Inthis manner, though with frequent interruptions, which were filled withcertain threatening sounds from the recovered instrument, the pursuerswere put in possession of such leading circumstances as were likely toprove useful in accomplishing their great and engrossing object--therecovery of the sisters. The narrative of David was simple, and thefacts but few. 

Magua had waited on the mountain until a safe moment to retire presenteditself, when he had descended, and taken the route along the westernside of the Horican, in the direction of the Canadas. As the subtleHuron was familiar with the paths, and well knew there was no immediatedanger of pursuit, their progress had been moderate, and far fromfatiguing. It appeared from the unembellished statement of David, thathis own presence had been rather endured than desired; though even Maguahad not been entirely exempt from that veneration with which the Indiansregard those whom the Great Spirit has visited in their intellects. Atnight, the utmost care had been taken of the captives, both to preventinjury from the damps of the woods, and to guard against an escape. Atthe spring, the horses were turned loose, as has been seen; andnotwithstanding the remoteness and length of their trail, the artificesalready named were resorted to, in order to cut off every clue to theirplace of retreat. On their arrival at the encampment of his people, Magua, in obedience to a policy seldom departed from, separated hisprisoners. Cora had been sent to a tribe that temporarily occupied anadjacent valley, though David was too ignorant of the customs andhistory of the natives to be able to declare anything satisfactoryconcerning their name or character. He only knew that they had notengaged in the late expedition against William Henry; that, like theHurons themselves, they were allies of Montcalm; and that theymaintained an amicable, though a watchful intercourse with the warlikeand savage people, whom chance had, for a time, brought in such closeand disagreeable contact with themselves. 

The Mohicans and the scout listened to his interrupted and imperfectnarrative, with an interest that obviously increased as he proceeded;and it was while attempting to explain the pursuits of the community inwhich Cora was detained, that the latter abruptly demanded--

"Did you see the fashion of their knives? Were they of English or Frenchformation?"

"My thoughts were bent on no such vanities, but rather mingled inconsolation with those of the maidens. "

"The time may come when you will not consider the knife of a savage sucha despisable vanity, " returned the scout, with a strong expression ofcontempt for the other's dulness. "Had they held their corn-feast--orcan you say anything of the totems of the tribe?"

"Of corn, we had many and plentiful feasts; for the grain, being in themilk, is both sweet to the mouth and comfortable to the stomach. Oftotem, I know not the meaning; but if it appertaineth in any wise to theart of Indian music, it need not be inquired after at their hands. Theynever join their voices in praise, and it would seem that they are amongthe profanest of the idolatrous. "

"Therein you belie the nature of an Indian. Even the Mingo adores butthe true and living God. 'Tis a wicked fabrication of the whites, and Isay it to the shame of my color, that would make the warrior bow downbefore images of his own creation. It is true, they endeavor to maketruces with the wicked one--as who would not with an enemy he cannotconquer!--but they look up for favor and assistance to the Great andGood Spirit only. "

"It may be so, " said David; "but I have seen strange and fantasticimages drawn in their paint, of which their admiration and care savoredof spiritual pride; especially one, and that, too, a foul and loathsomeobject. "

"Was it a sarpent?" quickly demanded the scout. 

"Much the same. It was in the likeness of an abject and creepingtortoise. "

"Hugh!" exclaimed both the attentive Mohicans in a breath; while thescout shook his head with an air of one who had made an important, butby no means a pleasing discovery. Then the father spoke, in the languageof the Delawares, and with a calmness and dignity that instantlyarrested the attention even of those to whom his words wereunintelligible. His gestures were impressive, and at times energetic. Once he lifted his arm on high; and as it descended, the action threwaside the folds of his light mantle, a finger resting on his breast, asif he would enforce his meaning by the attitude. Duncan's eyes followedthe movement, and he perceived that the animal just mentioned wasbeautifully, though faintly, worked in a blue tint, on the swarthybreast of the chief. All that he had ever heard of the violentseparation of the vast tribes of the Delawares rushed across his mind, and he awaited the proper moment to speak, with a suspense that wasrendered 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 greatchief of their Tortoises! That some of this stock are among the peopleof whom the singer tells us, is plain, by his words; and had he butspent half the breath in prudent questions, that he has blown away inmaking a trumpet of his throat, we might have known how many warriorsthey numbered. It is, altogether, a dangerous path we move in; for afriend whose face is turned from you often bears a bloodier mind thanthe enemy who seeks your scalp. "

"Explain, " said Duncan. 

"'Tis a long and melancholy tradition, and one I little like to thinkof; for it is not to be denied, that the evil has been mainly done bymen with white skins. But it has ended in turning the tomahawk ofbrother against brother, and brought the Mingo and the Delaware totravel in the same path. "

"You then suspect it is a portion of that people among whom Coraresides?"

The scout nodded his head in assent, though he seemed anxious to waivethe further discussion of a subject that appeared painful. The impatientDuncan now made several hasty and desperate propositions to attempt therelease of the sisters. Munro seemed to shake off his apathy, andlistened to the wild schemes of the young man with a deference that hisgray hairs and reverend years should have denied. But the scout, aftersuffering the ardor of the lover to expend itself a little, found meansto convince him of the folly of precipitation, in a matter that wouldrequire 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 ofour approach, until we call him out, by signal, to consult. You know thecry of a crow, friend, from the whistle of the whippoorwill?"

"'Tis a pleasing bird, " returned David, "and has a soft and melancholynote! though the time is rather quick and ill-measured. "

"He speaks of the wish-ton-wish, " said the scout; "well, since you likehis whistle, it shall be your signal. Remember, then, when you hear thewhippoorwill's call three times repeated, you are to come into thebushes where the bird might be supposed----"

"Stop, " interrupted Heyward; "I will accompany him. "

"You!" exclaimed the astonished Hawkeye; "are you tired of seeing thesun 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 pervertthe gift. "

"I, too, can play the madman, the fool, the hero; in short, any oreverything to rescue her I love. Name your objections no longer; I amresolved. "

Hawkeye regarded the young man a moment in speechless amazement. ButDuncan, who, in deference to the other's skill and services, hadhitherto submitted somewhat implicitly to his dictation, now assumed thesuperior, with a manner that was not easily resisted. He waved his hand, in sign of his dislike to all remonstrance, and then, in more temperedlanguage, he continued--

"You have the means of disguise; change me; paint me, too, if you will;in short, alter me to anything--a fool. "

"It is not for one like me to say that he who is already formed by sopowerful a hand as Providence, stands in need of a change, " muttered thediscontented scout. "When you send your parties abroad in war, you findit prudent, at least, to arrange the marks and places of encampment, inorder that they who fight on your side may know when and where to expecta friend. "

"Listen, " interrupted Duncan; "you have heard from this faithfulfollower of the captives, that the Indians are of two tribes, if not ofdifferent nations. With one, whom you think to be a branch of theDelawares, is she you call the 'dark-hair'; the other, and younger ofthe ladies, is undeniably with our declared enemies, the Hurons. Itbecomes my youth and rank to attempt the latter adventure. While you, therefore, are negotiating with your friends for the release of one ofthe sisters, I will effect that of the other, or die. "

The awakened spirit of the young soldier gleamed in his eyes, and hisform became imposing under its influence. Hawkeye, though too muchaccustomed to Indian artifices not to foresee the danger of theexperiment, knew not well how to combat this sudden resolution. 

Perhaps there was something in the proposal that suited his own hardynature, and that secret love of desperate adventure, which had increasedwith his experience, until hazard and danger had become, in somemeasure, necessary to the enjoyment of his existence. Instead ofcontinuing to oppose the scheme of Duncan, his humor suddenly altered, and he lent himself to its execution. 

"Come, " he said, with a good-humored smile; "the buck that will take tothe water must be headed, and not followed. Chingachgook has as manydifferent 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 usethem, too. Seat yourself on the log; and my life on it, he can soon makea natural fool of you, and that well to your liking. "

Duncan complied; and the Mohican, who had been an attentive listener tothe discourse, readily undertook the office. Long practised in all thesubtle arts of his race, he drew, with great dexterity and quickness, the fantastic shadow that the natives were accustomed to consider as theevidence of a friendly and jocular disposition. Every line that couldpossibly be interpreted into a secret inclination for war, was carefullyavoided; while, on the other hand, he studied those conceits that mightbe construed into amity. 

In short, he entirely sacrificed every appearance of the warrior to themasquerade of a buffoon. Such exhibitions were not uncommon among theIndians; and as Duncan was already sufficiently disguised in his dress, there certainly did exist some reason for believing that, with hisknowledge 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 muchfriendly advice; concerted signals, and appointed the place where theyshould meet, in the event of mutual success. The parting between Munroand his young friend was more melancholy; still, the former submitted tothe separation with an indifference that his warm and honest naturewould never have permitted in a more healthful state of mind. The scoutled Heyward aside, and acquainted him with his intention to leave theveteran in some safe encampment, in charge of Chingachgook, while he andUncas pursued their inquiries among the people they had reason tobelieve were Delawares. Then renewing his cautions and advice, heconcluded by saying, with a solemnity and warmth of feeling, with whichDuncan was deeply touched:

"And now God bless you! You have shown a spirit that I like; for it isthe 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 tobe true. You will have occasion for your best manhood, and for a sharperwit 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 theHurons master your scalp, rely on the promise of one who has two stoutwarriors to back him. They shall pay for their victory, with a life forevery hair it holds. I say, young gentleman, may Providence bless yourundertaking, which is altogether for good; and remember, that to outwitthe knaves it is lawful to practise things that may not be naturally thegift of a white skin. "

Duncan shook his worthy and reluctant associate warmly by the hand, oncemore recommended his aged friend to his care, and returning his goodwishes, he motioned to David to proceed. Hawkeye gazed after thehigh-spirited and adventurous young man for several moments, in openadmiration; then shaking his head doubtingly, he turned, and led his owndivision of the party into the concealment of the forest. 

The route taken by Duncan and David lay directly across the clearing ofthe beavers, and along the margin of their pond. 

When the former found himself alone with one so simple, and so littlequalified to render any assistance in desperate emergencies, he firstbegan to be sensible of the difficulties of the task he had undertaken. The fading light increased the gloominess of the bleak and savagewilderness that stretched so far on every side of him; and there waseven a fearful character in the stillness of those little huts, that heknew were so abundantly peopled. It struck him, as he gazed at theadmirable structures and the wonderful precautions of their sagaciousinmates, that even the brutes of these vast wilds were possessed of aninstinct nearly commensurate with his own reason; and he could notreflect, without anxiety, on the unequal contest that he had so rashlycourted. Then came the glowing image of Alice; her distress; her actualdanger; and all the peril of his situation was forgotten. CheeringDavid, he moved on with the light and vigorous step of youth andenterprise. 

After making nearly a semicircle around the pond, they diverged from thewater-course, and began to ascend to the level of a slight elevation inthat bottom land, over which they journeyed. Within half an hour theygained the margin of another opening that bore all the signs of havingbeen also made by the beavers, and which those sagacious animals hadprobably been induced, by some accident, to abandon, for the moreeligible position they now occupied. A very natural sensation causedDuncan to hesitate a moment, unwilling to leave the cover of their bushypath, as a man pauses to collect his energies before he essays anyhazardous experiment, in which he is secretly conscious they will all beneeded. He profited by the halt, to gather such information as might beobtained from his short and hasty glances. 

On the opposite side of the clearing, and near the point where the brooktumbled over some rocks, from a still higher level, some fifty or sixtylodges, rudely fabricated of logs, brush, and earth intermingled, wereto be discovered. They were arranged without any order, and seemed to beconstructed with very little attention to neatness or beauty. Indeed, sovery inferior were they in the two latter particulars to the villageDuncan had just seen, that he began to expect a second surprise, no lessastonishing than the former. This expectation was in no degreediminished, when, by the doubtful twilight, he beheld twenty or thirtyforms rising alternately from the cover of the tall, coarse grass, infront of the lodges, and then sinking again from the sight, as it wereto burrow in the earth. By the sudden and hasty glimpses that he caughtof these figures, they seemed more like dark glancing spectres, or someother unearthly beings, than creatures fashioned with the ordinary andvulgar materials of flesh and blood. A gaunt, naked form was seen, for asingle instant, tossing its arms wildly in the air, and then the spot ithad filled was vacant; the figure appearing suddenly in some other anddistant place, or being succeeded by another, possessing the samemysterious character. David, observing that his companion lingered, pursued the direction of his gaze, and in some measure recalled therecollection of Heyward, by speaking. 

"There is much fruitful soil uncultivated here, " he said; "and I mayadd, without the sinful leaven of self-commendation, that since my shortsojourn in these heathenish abodes, much good seed has been scattered bythe wayside. "

"The tribes are fonder of the chase than of the arts of men of labor, "returned the unconscious Duncan, still gazing at the objects of hiswonder. 

"It is rather joy than labor to the spirit, to lift up the voice inpraise; but sadly do these boys abuse their gifts. Rarely have I foundany of their age, on whom nature has so freely bestowed the elements ofpsalmody; and surely, surely, there are none who neglect them more. Three nights have I now tarried here, and three several times have Iassembled the urchins to join in sacred song; and as often have theyresponded to my efforts with whoopings and howlings that have chilled mysoul!"

"Of whom speak you?"

"Of those children of the devil, who waste the precious moments inyonder idle antics. Ah! the wholesome restraint of discipline is butlittle known among this self-abandoned 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 asthese. "

David closed his ears against the juvenile pack, whose yell just thenrang 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 from his ears, the master of songcomplied, and together they pursued their way towards what David wassometimes wont to call "the tents of the Philistines. "

CHAPTER XXIII

 "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; Who ever 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 themore instructed whites, guarded by the presence of armed men. Wellinformed of the approach of every danger, while it is yet at a distance, the Indian generally rests secure under his knowledge of the signs ofthe forest, and the long and difficult paths that separate him fromthose he has most reason to dread. But the enemy who, by any luckyconcurrence of accidents, has found means to elude the vigilance of thescouts, will seldom meet with sentinels nearer home to sound the alarm. In addition to this general usage, the tribes friendly to the Frenchknew too well the weight of the blow that had just been struck, toapprehend any immediate danger from the hostile nations that weretributary to the crown of Britain. 

When Duncan and David, therefore, found themselves in the centre of thechildren, who played the antics already mentioned, it was with the leastprevious intimation of their approach. But so soon as they wereobserved, the whole of the juvenile pack raised, by common consent, ashrill and warning whoop; and then sank, as it were, by magic, frombefore the sight of their visitors. The naked, tawny bodies of thecrouching urchins blended so nicely, at that hour, with the witheredherbage, that at first it seemed as if the earth had, in truth, swallowed up their forms; though when surprise permitted Duncan to bendhis look more curiously about the spot, he found it everywhere met bydark, quick, and rolling eyeballs. 

Gathering no encouragement from this startling presage of the nature ofthe scrutiny he was likely to undergo from the more mature judgments ofthe men, there was an instant when the young soldier would haveretreated. It was, however, too late to appear to hesitate. The cry ofthe children had drawn a dozen warriors to the door of the nearestlodge, where they stood clustered in a dark and savage group, gravelyawaiting the nearer approach of those who had unexpectedly come amongthem. 

David, in some measure familiarized to the scene, led the way with asteadiness that no slight obstacle was likely to disconcert, into thisvery building. It was the principal edifice of the village, thoughroughly constructed of the bark and branches of trees; being the lodgein which the tribe held its councils and public meetings during theirtemporary residence on the borders of the English province. Duncan foundit difficult to assume the necessary appearance of unconcern, as hebrushed the dark and powerful frames of the savages who thronged itsthreshold; but, conscious that his existence depended on his presence ofmind, he trusted to the discretion of his companion, whose footsteps heclosely followed, endeavoring, as he proceeded, to rally his thoughtsfor the occasion. His blood curdled when he found himself in absolutecontact with such fierce and implacable enemies; but he so far masteredhis feelings as to pursue his way into the centre of the lodge, with anexterior that did not betray the weakness. Imitating the example of thedeliberate Gamut, he drew a bundle of fragrant brush from beneath a pilethat filled a corner of the hut, and seated himself in silence. 

So soon as their visitor had passed, the observant warriors fell backfrom the entrance, and arranging themselves about him, they seemedpatiently to await the moment when it might comport with the dignity ofthe stranger to speak. By far the greater number stood leaning, in lazy, lounging attitudes, against the upright posts that supported the crazybuilding, while three or four of the oldest and most distinguished ofthe chiefs placed themselves on the earth a little more in advance. 

A flaring torch was burning in the place, and sent its red glare fromface 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 hisreception, in the countenances of his hosts. But his ingenuity availedhim little, against the cold artifices of the people he had encountered. The chiefs in front scarce cast a glance at his person, keeping theireyes on the ground, with an air that might have been intended forrespect, but which it was quite easy to construe into distrust. The menin shadow were less reserved. Duncan soon detected their searching, butstolen looks, which, in truth, scanned his person and attire inch byinch; leaving no emotion of the countenance, no gesture, no line of thepaint, nor even the fashion of a garment, unheeded, and without comment. 

At length one whose hair was beginning to be sprinkled with gray, butwhose sinewy limbs and firm tread announced that he was still equal tothe duties of manhood, advanced out of the gloom of a corner, whither hehad 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 thegestures that accompanied them, to be uttered more in courtesy thananger. The latter shook his head, and made a gesture indicative of hisinability to reply. 

"Do none of my brothers speak the French or the English?" he said, inthe 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 hiswords, they remained unanswered. 

"I should be grieved to think, " continued Duncan, speaking slowly, andusing the simplest French of which he was the master, "to believe, thatnone of this wise and brave nation understand the language that the'Grand Monarque' uses when he talks to his children. His heart would beheavy 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 impression produced by hisremark. Duncan, who knew that silence was a virtue among his hosts, gladly had recourse to the custom, in order to arrange his ideas. Atlength the same warrior who had before addressed him replied, by drylydemanding, in the language of the Canadas--

"When our Great Father speaks to his people, is it with the tongue of aHuron?"

"He knows no difference in his children, whether the color of the skinbe red, or black, or white, " returned Duncan, evasively; "though chieflyis he satisfied with the brave Hurons. "

"In what manner will he speak, " demanded the wary chief, "when therunners count to him the scalps which five nights ago grew on the headsof 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 toreward his Indians, his eyes are turned backward. He sees the deadYengeese, but no Huron. What can this mean?"

"A great chief, like him, has more thoughts than tongues. He looks tosee that no enemies are on his trail. "

"The canoe of a dead warrior will not float on the Horican, " returnedthe savage, gloomily. "His ears are open to the Delawares, who are notour friends, and they fill them with lies. "

"It cannot be. See; he has bid me, who am a man that knows the art ofhealing, to go to his children, the red Hurons of the great lakes, andask if any are sick!"

Another silence succeeded this annunciation of the character Duncan hadassumed. Every eye was simultaneously bent on his person, as if toinquire into the truth or falsehood of the declaration, with anintelligence and keenness that caused the subject of their scrutiny totremble for the result. He was, however, relieved again by the formerspeaker. 

"Do the cunning men of the Canadas paint their skins?" the Huron coldlycontinued; "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 theshirt that is offered him. My brothers have given me paint, and I wearit. "

A low murmur of applause announced that the compliment to the tribe wasfavorably received. The elderly chief made a gesture of commendation, which was answered by most of his companions, who each threw forth ahand, and uttered a brief exclamation of pleasure. Duncan began tobreathe more freely, believing that the weight of his examination waspast; and as he had already prepared a simple and probable tale tosupport his pretended occupation, his hopes of ultimate success grewbrighter. 

After a silence of a few moments, as if adjusting his thoughts, in orderto make a suitable answer to the declaration their guest had just given, another warrior arose, and placed himself in an attitude to speak. Whilehis lips were yet in the act of parting, a low but fearful sound arosefrom the forest, and was immediately succeeded by a high, shrill yell, that was drawn out, until it equalled the longest and most plaintivehowl of the wolf. The sudden and terrible interruption caused Duncan tostart from his seat, unconscious of everything but the effect producedby so frightful a cry. At the same moment, the warriors glided in a bodyfrom the lodge, and the outer air was filled with loud shouts, thatnearly drowned those awful sounds, which were still ringing beneath thearches of the woods. Unable to command himself any longer, the youthbroke from the place, and presently stood in the centre of a disorderlythrong, that included nearly everything having life, within the limitsof the encampment. Men, women, and children; the aged, the infirm, theactive, and the strong, were alike abroad; some exclaiming aloud, othersclapping their hands with a joy that seemed frantic, and all expressingtheir savage pleasure in some unexpected event. Though astounded, atfirst, by the uproar, Heyward was soon enabled to find its solution bythe scene that followed. 

There yet lingered sufficient light in the heavens to exhibit thosebright openings among the tree-tops, where different paths left theclearing to enter the depths of the wilderness. Beneath one of them, aline of warriors issued from the woods, and advanced slowly towards thedwellings. One in front bore a short pole, on which, as it afterwardsappeared, were suspended several human scalps. The startling sounds thatDuncan had heard were what the whites have not inappropriately calledthe "death-halloo;" and each repetition of the cry was intended toannounce to the tribe the fate of an enemy. Thus far the knowledge ofHeyward assisted him in the explanation; and as he now knew that theinterruption was caused by the unlooked-for return of a successfulwar-party, every disagreeable sensation was quieted in inwardcongratulation, for the opportune relief and insignificance it conferredon himself. 

When at the distance of a few hundred feet from the lodges, the newlyarrived warriors halted. Their plaintive and terrific cry, which wasintended to represent equally the wailings of the dead and the triumphof the victors, had entirely ceased. One of their number now calledaloud, in words that were far from appalling, though not moreintelligible to those for whose ears they were intended, than theirexpressive yells. It would be difficult to convey a suitable idea of thesavage ecstasy with which the news thus imparted was received. The wholeencampment, in a moment, became a scene of the most violent bustle andcommotion. The warriors drew their knives, and flourishing them, theyarranged themselves in two lines, forming a lane that extended from thewar-party to the lodges. The squaws seized clubs, axes, or whateverweapon of offence first offered itself to their hands, and rushedeagerly to act their part in the cruel game that was at hand. Even thechildren would not be excluded; but boys, little able to wield theinstruments, tore the tomahawks from the belts of their fathers, andstole into the ranks, apt imitators of the savage traits exhibited bytheir parents. 

Large piles of brush lay scattered about the clearing, and a wary andaged squaw was occupied in firing as many as might serve to light thecoming exhibition. As the flame arose, its power exceeded that of theparting day, and assisted to render objects at the same time moredistinct and more hideous. The whole scene formed a striking picture, whose frame was composed of the dark and tall border of pines. Thewarriors just arrived were the most distant figures. A little in advancestood two men, who were apparently selected from the rest, as theprincipal actors in what was to follow. The light was not strong enoughto render their features distinct, though it was quite evident that theywere governed by very different emotions. While one stood erect andfirm, prepared to meet his fate like a hero, the other bowed his head, as if palsied by terror or stricken with shame. The high-spirited Duncanfelt a powerful impulse of admiration and pity towards the former, though no opportunity could offer to exhibit his generous emotions. Hewatched his slightest movement, however, with eager eyes; and as hetraced the fine outline of his admirably proportioned and active frame, he endeavored to persuade himself, that if the powers of man, secondedby such noble resolution, could bear one harmless through so severe atrial, the youthful captive before him might hope for success in thehazardous race he was about to run. Insensibly the young man drew nigherto the swarthy lines of the Hurons, and scarcely breathed, so intensebecame his interest in the spectacle. Just then the signal yell wasgiven, and the momentary quiet which had preceded it was broken by aburst of cries, that far exceeded any before heard. The most abject ofthe two victims continued motionless; but the other bounded from theplace at the cry, with the activity and swiftness of a deer. Instead ofrushing through the hostile lines, as had been expected, he justentered the dangerous defile, and before time was given for a singleblow, turned short, and leaping the heads of a row of children, hegained at once the exterior and safer side of the formidable array. Theartifice was answered by a hundred voices raised in imprecations; andthe whole of the excited multitude broke from their order, and spreadthemselves 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 whichmalicious demons had assembled to act their bloody and lawless rites. The forms in the background looked like unearthly beings, gliding beforethe eye, and cleaving the air with frantic and unmeaning gestures; whilethe savage passions of such as passed the flames, were renderedfearfully distinct by the gleams that shot athwart their inflamedvisages. 

It will easily be understood, that amid such a concourse of vindictiveenemies, no breathing time was allowed the fugitive. There was a singlemoment when it seemed as if he would have reached the forest, but thewhole body of his captors threw themselves before him, and drove himback into the centre of his relentless persecutors. Turning like aheaded deer, he shot, with the swiftness of an arrow, through a pillarof forked flame, and passing the whole multitude harmless, he appearedon the opposite side of the clearing. Here too he was met and turned bya few of the older and more subtle of the Hurons. Once more he tried thethrong, as if seeking safety in its blindness, and then several momentssucceeded, during which Duncan believed the active and courageous youngstranger was lost. 

Nothing could be distinguished but a dark mass of human forms tossed andinvolved in inexplicable confusion. Arms, gleaming knives, andformidable clubs, appeared above them, but the blows were evidentlygiven at random. The awful effect was heightened by the piercing shrieksof the women and the fierce yells of the warriors. Now and then Duncancaught a glimpse of a light form cleaving the air in some desperatebound, and he rather hoped than believed that the captive yet retainedthe command of his astonishing powers of activity. Suddenly themultitude rolled backward, and approached the spot where he himselfstood. The heavy body in the rear pressed upon the women and children infront, and bore them to the earth. The stranger reappeared in theconfusion. Human power could not, however, much longer endure so severea trial. Of this the captive seemed conscious. Profiting by themomentary opening, he darted from among the warriors, and made adesperate, 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 andpowerful Huron, who had husbanded his forces, pressed close upon hisheels, and with an uplifted arm menaced a fatal blow. Duncan thrustforth a foot, and the shock precipitated the eager savage headlong, manyfeet in advance of his intended victim. Thought itself is not quickerthan was the motion with which the latter profited by the advantage; heturned, gleamed like a meteor again before the eyes of Duncan, and atthe next moment, when the latter recovered his recollection, and gazedaround in quest of the captive, he saw him quietly leaning against asmall painted post, which stood before the door of the principal lodge. 

Apprehensive that the part he had taken in the escape might prove fatalto himself, Duncan left the place without delay. He followed the crowd, which drew nigh the lodges, gloomy and sullen, like any other multitudethat had been disappointed in an execution. Curiosity, or perhaps abetter feeling, induced him to approach the stranger. He found him, standing with one arm cast about the protecting post, and breathingthick and hard, after his exertions, but disdaining to permit a singlesign of suffering to escape. His person was now protected by immemorialand sacred usage, until the tribe in council had deliberated anddetermined on his fate. It was not difficult, however, to foretell theresult, if any presage could be drawn from the feelings of those whocrowded the place. 

There was no term of abuse known to the Huron vocabulary that thedisappointed women did not lavishly expend on the successful stranger. They flouted at his efforts, and told him, with bitter scoffs, that hisfeet were better than his hands; and that he merited wings, while heknew not the use of an arrow or a knife. To all this the captive made noreply; but was content to preserve an attitude in which dignity wassingularly blended with disdain. Exasperated as much by his composure asby his good-fortune, their words became unintelligible, and weresucceeded by shrill, piercing yells. Just then the crafty squaw, who hadtaken the necessary precaution to fire the piles, made her way throughthe throng, and cleared a place for herself in front of the captive. Thesqualid and withered person of this hag might well have obtained for herthe character of possessing more than human cunning. Throwing back herlight vestment, she stretched forth her long skinny arm, in derision, and using the language of the Lenape, as more intelligible to thesubject of her gibes, she commenced aloud--

"Look you, Delaware!" she said, snapping her fingers in his face; "yournation is a race of women, and the hoe is better fitted to your handsthan the gun. Your squaws are the mothers of deer; but if a bear, or awild cat, or a serpent were born among you, ye would flee. The Hurongirls shall make you petticoats, and we will find you a husband. "

A burst of savage laughter succeeded this attack, during which the softand musical merriment of the younger females strangely chimed with thecracked voice of their older and more malignant companion. But thestranger was superior to all their efforts. His head was immovable; nordid he betray the slightest consciousness that any were present, exceptwhen his haughty eye rolled towards the dusky forms of the warriors, whostalked in the background, silent and sullen observers of the scene. 

Infuriated at the self-command of the captive, the woman placed her armsakimbo; and throwing herself into a posture of defiance, she broke outanew, in a torrent of words that no art of ours could commitsuccessfully to paper. Her breath was, however, expended in vain; for, although distinguished in her own nation as a proficient in the art ofabuse, she was permitted to work herself into such a fury as actually tofoam at the mouth, without causing a muscle to vibrate in the motionlessfigure of the stranger. The effect of his indifference began to extenditself to the other spectators; and a youngster, who was just quittingthe condition of a boy, to enter the state of manhood, attempted toassist the termagant, by flourishing his tomahawk before their victim, and adding his empty boasts to the taunts of the woman. Then, indeed, the captive turned his face towards the light, and looked down on thestripling with an expression that was superior to contempt. At the nextmoment he resumed his quiet and reclining attitude against the post. Butthe change of posture had permitted Duncan to exchange glances with thefirm and piercing eyes of Uncas. 

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE TERMAGANT

_Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her long skinnyarm, in derision_]

Breathless with amazement, and heavily oppressed with the criticalsituation of his friend, Heyward recoiled before the look, tremblinglest its meaning might, in some unknown manner, hasten the prisoner'sfate. There was not, however, any instant cause for such anapprehension. Just then a warrior forced his way into the exasperatedcrowd. Motioning the women and children aside with a stern gesture, hetook Uncas by the arm, and led him towards 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 withoutattracting any dangerous attention to himself. 

A few minutes were consumed in disposing of those present in a mannersuitable to their rank and influence in the tribe. An order very similarto that adopted in the preceding interview was observed; the aged andsuperior chiefs occupying the area of the spacious apartment, within thepowerful light of a glaring torch, while their juniors and inferiorswere arranged in the background, presenting a dark outline of swarthyand marked visages. In the very centre of the lodge, immediately underan opening that admitted the twinkling light of one or two stars, stoodUncas, calm, elevated, and collected. His high and haughty carriage wasnot lost on his captors, who often bent their looks on his person, witheyes 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 tostand forth with his friend, previously to the desperate trial of speed;and who, instead of joining in the chase, had remained, throughout itsturbulent uproar, like a cringing statue, expressive of shame anddisgrace. Though not a hand had been extended to greet him, nor yet aneye had condescended to watch his movements, he had also entered thelodge, as though impelled by a fate to whose decrees he submitted, seemingly, without a struggle. Heyward profited by the first opportunityto gaze in his face, secretly apprehensive he might find the features ofanother acquaintance; but they proved to be those of a stranger, and, what was still more inexplicable, of one who bore all the distinctivemarks of a Huron warrior. Instead of mingling with his tribe, however, he sat apart, a solitary being in a multitude, his form shrinking into acrouching and abject attitude, as if anxious to fill as little space aspossible. When each individual had taken his proper station, and silencereigned in the place, the gray-haired chief already introduced to thereader, spoke aloud, in the language of the Lenni Lenape. 

"Delaware, " he said, "though one of a nation of women, you have provedyourself a man. I would give you food; but he who eats with a Huronshould become his friend. Rest in peace till the morning sun, when ourlast words shall be spoken. "

"Seven nights, and as many summer days, have I fasted on the trail ofthe Hurons, " Uncas coldly replied; "the children of the Lenape know howto travel the path of the just without lingering to eat. "

"Two of my young men are in pursuit of your companion, " resumed theother, without appearing to regard the boast of his captive; "when theyget back, then will our wise men say to you 'live' or 'die. '"

"Has a Huron no ears?" scornfully exclaimed Uncas; "twice, since he hasbeen your prisoner, has the Delaware heard a gun that he knows. Youryoung men will never come back!"

A short and sullen pause succeeded this bold assertion. Duncan, whounderstood the Mohican to allude to the fatal rifle of the scout, bentforward in earnest observation of the effect it might produce on theconquerors; but the chief was content with simply retorting, --

"If the Lenape are so skilful, why is one of their bravest warriorshere?"

"He followed in the steps of a flying coward, and fell into a snare. Thecunning beaver may be caught. "

As Uncas thus replied, he pointed with his finger toward the solitaryHuron, but without deigning to bestow any other notice on so unworthy anobject. The words of the answer and the air of the speaker produced astrong sensation among his auditors. Every eye rolled sullenly towardsthe individual indicated by the simple gesture, and a low, threateningmurmur passed through the crowd. The ominous sounds reached the outerdoor, and the women and children pressing into the throng, no gap hadbeen left, between shoulder and shoulder, that was not now filled withthe dark lineaments of some eager and curious human countenance. 

In the meantime, the more aged chiefs, in the centre, communed with eachother in short and broken sentences. Not a word was uttered that did notconvey the meaning of the speaker, in the simplest and most energeticform. Again, a long and deeply solemn pause took place. It was known, by all present, to be the grave precursor of a weighty and importantjudgment. They who composed the outer circle of faces were on tiptoe togaze; and even the culprit for an instant forgot his shame in a deeperemotion, and exposed his abject features, in order to cast an anxiousand troubled glance at the dark assemblage of chiefs. The silence wasfinally broken by the aged warrior so often named. He arose from theearth, and moving past the immovable form of Uncas, placed himself in adignified attitude before the offender. At that moment, the witheredsquaw already mentioned moved into the circle, in a slow, sideling sortof a dance, holding the torch, and muttering the indistinct words ofwhat might have been a species of incantation. Though her presence wasaltogether an intrusion, it was unheeded. 

Approaching Uncas, she held the blazing brand in such a manner as tocast its red glare on his person, and to expose the slightest emotion ofhis countenance. The Mohican maintained his firm and haughty attitude;and his eye, so far from deigning to meet her inquisitive look, dweltsteadily on the distance, as though it penetrated the obstacles whichimpeded the view, and looked into futurity. Satisfied with herexamination, she left him, with a slight expression of pleasure, andproceeded to practise the same trying experiment on her delinquentcountryman. 

The young Huron was in his war paint, and very little of a finelymoulded form was concealed by his attire. The light rendered every limband joint discernible, and Duncan turned away in horror when he saw theywere writhing in irrepressible agony. The woman was commencing a low andplaintive howl at the sad and shameful spectacle, when the chief putforth his hand and gently pushed her aside. 

"Reed-that-bends, " he said, addressing the young culprit by name, and inhis proper language, "though the Great Spirit has made you pleasant tothe eyes, it would have been better that you had not been born. Yourtongue is loud in the village, but in battle it is still. None of myyoung men strike the tomahawk deeper into the war-post--none of them solightly on the Yengeese. The enemy know the shape of your back, but theyhave never seen the color of your eyes. Three times have they called onyou to come, and as often did you forget to answer. Your name will neverbe mentioned again in your tribe--it is already forgotten. "

As the chief slowly uttered these words, pausing impressively betweeneach sentence, the culprit raised his face, in deference to the other'srank and years. Shame, horror, and pride struggled in its lineaments. His eye, which was contracted with inward anguish, gleamed on thepersons of those whose breath was his fame; and the latter emotion foran instant predominated. He arose to his feet, and baring his bosom, looked steadily on the keen, glittering knife, that was already upheldby his inexorable judge. As the weapon passed slowly into his heart heeven smiled, as if in joy at having found death less dreadful than hehad anticipated, and fell heavily on his face, at the feet of the rigidand 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 ofspectators glided from the lodge, like troubled sprites; and Duncanthought that he and the yet throbbing body of the victim of an Indianjudgment had now become its only tenants. 

CHAPTER XXIV

 "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. Ahand was laid, with a powerful pressure, on his arm, and the low voiceof Uncas muttered in his ears, --

"The Hurons are dogs. The sight of a coward's blood can never make awarrior tremble. The 'Gray Head' and the Sagamore are safe, and therifle of Hawkeye is not asleep. Go, --Uncas and the 'Open Hand' are nowstrangers. It is enough. "

Heyward would gladly have heard more, but a gentle push from his friendurged him towards the door, and admonished him of the danger that mightattend the discovery of their intercourse. Slowly and reluctantlyyielding to the necessity, he quitted the place, and mingled with thethrong that hovered nigh. The dying fires in the clearing cast a dim anduncertain light on the dusky figures that were silently stalking to andfro; and occasionally a brighter gleam than common glanced into thelodge, and exhibited the figure of Uncas still maintaining its uprightattitude near the dead body of the Huron. 

A knot of warriors soon entered the place again, and reissuing, theybore the senseless remains into the adjacent woods. After thistermination of the scene, Duncan wandered among the lodges, unquestionedand unnoticed, endeavoring to find some trace of her in whose behalf heincurred the risk he ran. In the present temper of the tribe, it wouldhave been easy to have fled and rejoined his companions, had such a wishcrossed his mind. But, in addition to the never-ceasing anxiety onaccount of Alice, a fresher, though feebler interest in the fate ofUncas assisted to chain him to the spot. He continued, therefore, tostray from hut to hut, looking into each only to encounter additionaldisappointment, until he had made the entire circuit of the village. Abandoning a species of inquiry that proved so fruitless, he retracedhis steps to the council lodge, resolved to seek and question David, inorder to put an end to his doubts. 

On reaching the building which had proved alike the seat of judgmentand the place of execution, the young man found that the excitement hadalready subsided. The warriors had reassembled, and were now calmlysmoking, while they conversed gravely on the chief incidents of theirrecent expedition to the head of the Horican. Though the return ofDuncan was likely to remind them of his character, and the suspiciouscircumstances 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 himof the expediency of profiting by so unexpected an advantage. 

Without seeming to hesitate, he walked into the lodge, and took his seatwith a gravity that accorded admirably with the deportment of his hosts. A hasty but searching glance sufficed to tell him that, though Uncasstill remained where he had left him, David had not reappeared. No otherrestraint was imposed on the former than the watchful looks of a youngHuron, who had placed himself at hand; though an armed warrior leanedagainst the post that formed one side of the narrow door-way. In everyother respect, the captive seemed at liberty; still he was excluded fromall participation in the discourse, and possessed much more of the airof some finely moulded statue than a man having life and volition. 

Heyward had too recently witnessed a frightful instance of the promptpunishments of the people into whose hands he had fallen, to hazard anexposure by any officious boldness. He would greatly have preferredsilence and meditation to speech, when a discovery of his real conditionmight prove so instantly fatal. Unfortunately for this prudentresolution, his entertainers appeared otherwise disposed. He had notlong occupied the seat wisely taken a little in the shade, when anotherof the elder warriors, who spoke the French language, addressed him:--

"My Canada father does not forget his children, " said the chief; "Ithank him. An evil spirit lives in the wife of one of my young men. Canthe cunning stranger frighten him away?"

Heyward possessed some knowledge of the mummery practised among theIndians, in the cases of such supposed visitations. He saw, at a glance, that the circumstance might possibly be improved to further his own end. It would, therefore, have been difficult, just then, to have uttered aproposal that would have given him more satisfaction. Aware of thenecessity 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 toostrong. "

"My brother is a great medicine, " said the cunning savage; "he willtry?"

A gesture of assent was the answer. The Huron was content with theassurance, and resuming his pipe, he awaited the proper moment to move. The impatient Heyward, inwardly execrating the cold customs of thesavages, which required such sacrifices to appearance, was fain toassume an air of indifference, equal to that maintained by the chief, who was, in truth, a near relative of the afflicted woman. The minuteslingered, and the delay had seemed an hour to the adventurer inempiricism, when the Huron laid aside his pipe, and drew his robe acrosshis 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 stalkingsilently among the attentive group, he seated himself on one end of thelow pile of brush which sustained Duncan. The latter cast an impatientlook at his neighbor, and felt his flesh creep with uncontrollablehorror when he found himself in actual contact with Magua. 

The sudden return of this artful and dreaded chief caused a delay in thedeparture of the Huron. Several pipes, that had been extinguished, werelighted again; while the newcomer, without speaking a word, drew histomahawk from his girdle, and filling the bowl on its head, began toinhale the vapors of the weed through the hollow handle, with as muchindifference as if he had not been absent two weary days on a long andtoilsome hunt. Ten minutes, which appeared so many ages to Duncan, mighthave passed in this manner; and the warriors were fairly enveloped in acloud 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'Reed-that-bends' 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 inhaledan impurity at the same instant. The smoke wreathed above their heads inlittle eddies, and curling in a spiral form, it ascended swiftlythrough the opening in the roof of the lodge, leaving the place beneathclear of its fumes, and each dark visage distinctly visible. The looksof most of the warriors were riveted on the earth; though a few of theyounger and less gifted of the party suffered their wild and glaringeyeballs to roll in the direction of a white-headed savage, who satbetween two of the most venerated chiefs of the tribe. There was nothingin the air or attire of this Indian that would seem to entitle him tosuch a distinction. The former was rather depressed, than remarkable forthe bearing of the natives; and the latter was such as was commonly wornby the ordinary men of the nation. Like most around him, for more than aminute his look too was on the ground; but, trusting his eyes at lengthto steal a glance aside, he perceived that he was becoming an object ofgeneral attention. Then he arose and lifted his voice in the generalsilence. 

"It was a lie, " he said; "I had no son. He who was called by that nameis forgotten; his blood was pale; and it came not from the veins of aHuron; the wicked Chippewas cheated my squaw. The Great Spirit has said, that the family of Wiss-entush should end; he is happy who knows thatthe evil of his race dies with himself. I have done. "

The speaker, who was the father of the recreant young Indian, lookedround and about him, as if seeking commendation of his stoicism in theeyes of his auditors. But the stern customs of his people had made toosevere an exaction of the feeble old man. The expression of his eyecontradicted his figurative and boastful language, while every muscle inhis wrinkled visage was working with anguish. Standing a single minuteto enjoy his bitter triumph, he turned away, as if sickening at the gazeof men, and veiling his face in his blanket, he walked from the lodgewith the noiseless step of an Indian, seeking, in the privacy of his ownabode, the sympathy of one like himself, aged, forlorn, and childless. 

The Indians, who believe in the hereditary transmission of virtues anddefects in character, suffered him to depart in silence. Then, with anelevation of breeding that many in a more cultivated state of societymight profitably emulate, one of the chiefs drew the attention of theyoung men from the weakness they had just witnessed, by saying, in acheerful voice, addressing himself in courtesy to Magua, as the newestcomer, --

"The Delawares have been like bears after the honey-pots, prowlingaround my village. But who has ever found a Huron asleep?"

The darkness of the impending cloud which precedes a burst of thunderwas 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. Oneof them has been passing the tribe. "

"Did my young men take his scalp?"

"His legs were good, though his arm is better for the hoe than thetomahawk, " returned the other, pointing to the immovable form of Uncas. 

Instead of manifesting any womanish curiosity to feast his eyes with thesight of a captive from a people he was known to have so much reason tohate, Magua continued to smoke, with the meditative air that he usuallymaintained, when there was no immediate call on his cunning or hiseloquence. Although secretly amazed at the facts communicated by thespeech of the aged father, he permitted himself to ask no questions, reserving his inquiries for a more suitable moment. It was only after asufficient interval that he shook the ashes from his pipe, replaced thetomahawk, tightened his girdle, and arose, casting for the first time aglance in the direction of the prisoner, who stood a little behind him. The wary, though seemingly abstracted Uncas, caught a glimpse of themovement, and turning suddenly to the light, their looks met. Near aminute these two bold and untamed spirits stood regarding one anothersteadily in the eye, neither quailing in the least before the fiercegaze he encountered. The form of Uncas dilated, and his nostrils openedlike those of a tiger at bay; but so rigid and unyielding was hisposture, that he might easily have been converted by the imaginationinto an exquisite and faultless representation of the warlike deity ofhis tribe. The lineaments of the quivering features of Magua proved moreductile; his countenance gradually lost its character of defiance in anexpression of ferocious joy, and heaving a breath from the very bottomof his chest, he pronounced aloud the very formidable name of--

"Le Cerf Agile!"

Each warrior sprang upon his feet at the utterance of the well knownappellation, and there was a short period during which the stoicalconstancy of the natives was completely conquered by surprise. Thehated and yet respected name was repeated as by one voice, carrying thesound even beyond the limits of the lodge. The women and children, wholingered around the entrance, took up the words in an echo, which wassucceeded by another shrill and plaintive howl. The latter was not yetended, when the sensation among the men had entirely abated. Each one inpresence seated himself, as though ashamed of his precipitation; but itwas many minutes before their meaning eyes ceased to roll towards theircaptive, in curious examination of a warrior who had so often proved hisprowess on the best and proudest of their nation. Uncas enjoyed hisvictory, but was content with merely exhibiting his triumph by a quietsmile--an emblem of scorn which belongs to all time and every nation. 

Magua caught the expression, and raising his arm, he shook it at thecaptive, the light silver ornaments attached to his bracelet rattlingwith the trembling agitation of the limb, as, in a tone of vengeance, heexclaimed, in English, --

"Mohican, you die!"

"The healing waters will never bring the dead Hurons to life, " returnedUncas, in the music of the Delawares; "the tumbling river washes theirbones; their men are squaws; their women owls. Go! call together theHuron 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 theHurons understood the strange tongue in which the captive spoke, amongwhich number was Magua. This cunning savage beheld, and instantlyprofited by his advantage. Dropping the light robe of skin from hisshoulder, he stretched forth his arm, and commenced a burst of hisdangerous and artful eloquence. However much his influence among hispeople had been impaired by his occasional and besetting weakness, aswell as by his desertion of the tribe, his courage and his fame as anorator were undeniable. He never spoke without auditors, and rarelywithout making converts to his opinions. On the present occasion, hisnative powers were stimulated by the thirst of revenge. 

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 formidableenemies. Then he described the nature and position of the mount whitherhe had led such captives as had fallen into their hands. Of his ownbloody intentions towards the maidens, and of his baffled malice he madeno mention, but passed rapidly on to the surprise of the party by LaLongue Carabine, and its fatal termination. Here he paused, and lookedabout him, in affected veneration for the departed, but, in truth, tonote the effect of his opening narrative. As usual, every eye wasriveted on his face. Each dusky figure seemed a breathing statue, somotionless was the posture, so intense the attention of the individual. 

Then Magua dropped his voice, which had hitherto been clear, strong, andelevated, and touched upon the merits of the dead. No quality that waslikely to command the sympathy of an Indian escaped his notice. One hadnever been known to follow the chase in vain; another had beenindefatigable on the trail of their enemies. This was brave, thatgenerous. In short, he so managed his allusions, that in a nation, whichwas composed of so few families, he contrived to strike every chord thatmight find, in its turn, some breast in which to vibrate. 

"Are the bones of my young men, " he concluded, "in the burial-place ofthe Hurons? You know they are not. Their spirits are gone towards thesetting sun, and are already crossing the great waters, to the happyhunting-grounds. But they departed without food, without guns or knives, without moccasins, naked and poor as they were born. Shall this be? Aretheir souls to enter the land of the just like hungry Iroquois orunmanly Delawares; or shall they meet their friends with arms in theirhands and robes on their backs? What will our fathers think the tribesof the Wyandots have become? They will look on their children with adark eye, and say, Go! a Chippewa has come hither with the name of aHuron. Brothers, we must not forget the dead; a redskin never ceases toremember. We will load the back of this Mohican until he staggers underour bounty, and despatch him after my young men. They call to us foraid, though our ears are not open; they say, Forget us not. When theysee the spirit of this Mohican toiling after them with his burden, theywill know we are of that mind. Then will they go on happy; and ourchildren will say, 'So did our fathers to their friends, so must we doto them. ' What is a Yengee? we have slain many, but the earth is stillpale. A stain on the name of a Huron can only be hid by blood that comesfrom the veins of an Indian. Let this Delaware die. "

The effect of such an harangue, delivered in the nervous language andwith the emphatic manner of a Huron orator, could scarcely be mistaken. Magua had so artfully blended the natural sympathies with the religioussuperstition of his auditors, that their minds, already prepared bycustom to sacrifice a victim to the _manes_ of their countrymen, lostevery vestige of humanity in a wish for revenge. One warrior inparticular, a man of wild and ferocious mien, had been conspicuous forthe attention he had given to the words of the speaker. His countenancehad changed with each passing emotion, until it settled into a look ofdeadly malice. As Magua ended he arose, and uttering the yell of ademon, his polished little axe was seen glancing in the torch-light ashe whirled it above his head. The motion and the cry were too sudden forwords to interrupt his bloody intention. It appeared as if a brightgleam shot from his hand, which was crossed at the same moment by a darkand powerful line. The former was the tomahawk in its passage; thelatter the arm that Magua darted forward to divert its aim. The quickand ready motion of the chief was not entirely too late. The keen weaponcut the war-plume from the scalping-tuft of Uncas, and passed throughthe frail wall of the lodge, as though it were hurled from someformidable engine. 

Duncan had seen the threatening action, and sprang upon his feet, with aheart which while it leaped into his throat, swelled with the mostgenerous resolution in behalf of his friend. A glance told him that theblow had failed, and terror changed to admiration. Uncas stood still, looking his enemy in the eye with features that seemed superior toemotion. Marble could not be colder, calmer, or steadier than thecountenance he put upon this sudden and vindictive attack. Then, as ifpitying a want of skill which had proved so fortunate to himself, hesmiled, and muttered a few words of contempt in his own tongue. 

"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 thereis silence; let us see if a Delaware can sleep at night, and in themorning die. "

The young men whose duty it was to guard the prisoner instantly passedtheir 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 Uncasstood in the opening of the door that his firm step hesitated. There heturned, and, in the sweeping and haughty glance that he threw around thecircle of his enemies, Duncan caught a look which he was glad toconstrue into an expression that he was not entirely deserted by hope. 

Magua was content with his success, or too much occupied with his secretpurposes to push his inquiries any further. Shaking his mantle, andfolding it on his bosom, he also quitted the place, without pursuing asubject which might have proved so fatal to the individual at his elbow. Notwithstanding his rising resentment, his natural firmness, and hisanxiety in behalf of Uncas, Heyward felt sensibly relieved by theabsence of so dangerous and so subtle a foe. The excitement produced bythe speech gradually subsided. The warriors resumed their seats, andclouds of smoke once more filled the lodge. For near half an hour, not asyllable was uttered, or scarcely a look cast aside; a grave andmeditative silence being the ordinary succession to every scene ofviolence and commotion among those beings, who were alike so impetuousand yet so self-restrained. 

When the chief who had solicited the aid of Duncan finished his pipe, hemade a final and successful movement towards departing. A motion of afinger was the intimation he gave the supposed physician to follow; andpassing through the clouds of smoke, Duncan was glad, on more accountsthan one, to be able, at last, to breathe the pure air of a cool andrefreshing summer evening. 

Instead of pursuing his way among those lodges where Heyward had alreadymade his unsuccessful search, his companion turned aside, and proceededdirectly towards the base of an adjacent mountain, which overhung thetemporary village. A thicket of brush skirted its foot, and it becamenecessary to proceed through a crooked and narrow path. The boys hadresumed their sports in the clearing, and were enacting a mimic chase tothe post among themselves. In order to render their games as like thereality as possible, one of the boldest of their number had conveyed afew brands into some piles of tree-tops that had hitherto escaped theburning. The blaze of one of these fires lighted the way of the chiefand Duncan, and gave a character of additional wildness to the rudescenery. At a little distance from a bald rock, and directly in itsfront, they entered a grassy opening, which they prepared to cross. Justthen fresh fuel was added to the fire, and a powerful light penetratedeven to that distant spot. It fell upon the white surface of themountain, and was reflected downwards upon a dark and mysterious-lookingbeing that arose, unexpectedly, in their path. 

The Indian paused, as if doubtful whether to proceed, and permitted hiscompanion to approach his side. A large black ball, which at firstseemed stationary, now began to move in a manner that to the latter wasinexplicable. Again the fire brightened, and its glare fell moredistinctly on the object. Then even Duncan knew it, by its restless andsideling attitudes, which kept the upper part of its form in constantmotion, while the animal itself appeared seated, to be a bear. Though itgrowled loudly and fiercely, and there were instants when its glisteningeyeballs might be seen, it gave no other indications of hostility. TheHuron, at least, seemed assured that the intentions of this singularintruder were peaceable, for after giving it an attentive examination, he quietly pursued his course. 

Duncan, who knew that the animal was often domesticated among theIndians, followed the example of his companion, believing that somefavorite of the tribe had found its way into the thicket, in search offood. They passed it unmolested. Though obliged to come nearly incontact with the monster, the Huron, who had at first so warilydetermined the character of his strange visitor, was now content withproceeding without wasting a moment in further examination; but Heywardwas unable to prevent his eyes from looking backward, in salutarywatchfulness against attacks in the rear. His uneasiness was in nodegree diminished when he perceived the beast rolling along their path, and following their footsteps. He would have spoken, but the Indian atthat moment shoved aside a door of bark, and entered a cavern in thebosom of the mountain. 

Profiting by so easy a method of retreat, Duncan stepped after him, andwas gladly closing the slight cover to the opening, when he felt itdrawn from his hand by the beast, whose shaggy form immediately darkenedthe passage. They were now in a straight and long gallery, in a chasm ofthe 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 growledfrequently at his heels, and once or twice its enormous paws were laidon his person, as if disposed to prevent his further passage into theden. 

How long the nerves of Heyward would have sustained him in thisextraordinary situation, it might be difficult to decide; for, happily, he soon found relief. A glimmer of light had constantly been in theirfront, and they now arrived at the place whence it proceeded. 

A large cavity in the rock had been rudely fitted to answer the purposesof many apartments. The subdivisions were simple but ingenious, beingcomposed of stone, sticks, and bark, intermingled. Openings aboveadmitted the light by day, and at night fires and torches supplied theplace of the sun. Hither the Hurons had brought most of their valuables, especially those which more particularly pertained to the nation; andhither, as it now appeared, the sick woman, who was believed to be thevictim of supernatural power, had been transported also, under animpression that her tormentor would find more difficulty in making hisassaults through walls of stone than through the leafy coverings of thelodges. The apartment into which Duncan and his guide first entered, hadbeen exclusively devoted to her accommodation. The latter approached herbedside, which was surrounded by females, in the centre of whom Heywardwas surprised to find his missing friend David. 

A single look was sufficient to apprise the pretended leech that theinvalid was far beyond his powers of healing. She lay in a sort ofparalysis, indifferent to the objects which crowded before her sight, and happily unconscious of suffering. Heyward was far from regrettingthat his mummeries were to be performed on one who was much too ill totake an interest in their failure or success. The slight qualm ofconscience which had been excited by the intended deception wasinstantly appeased, and he began to collect his thoughts, in order toenact his part with suitable spirit, when he found he was about to beanticipated 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 thevisitors entered, after delaying a moment, drew a strain from his pipe, and commenced a hymn that might have worked a miracle, had faith in itsefficacy been of much avail. He was allowed to proceed to the close, theIndians respecting his imaginary infirmity, and Duncan too glad of thedelay to hazard the slightest interruption. As the dying cadence of hisstrains was falling on the ears of the latter, he started aside athearing them repeated behind him in a voice half human, halfsepulchral. Looking around, he beheld the shaggy monster seated on endin a shadow of the cavern, where, while his restless body swung in theuneasy manner of the animal, it repeated, in a sort of low growl, sound, if not words, which bore some slight resemblance to the melody of thesinger. 

The effect of so strange an echo on David may better be imagined thandescribed. His eyes opened as if he doubted their truth; and his voicebecame instantly mute in excess of wonder. A deep-laid scheme, ofcommunicating some important intelligence to Heyward, was driven fromhis recollection by an emotion which very nearly resembled fear, butwhich he was fain to believe was admiration. Under its influence, heexclaimed aloud--"She expects you, and is at hand;" and precipitatelyleft the cavern. 

CHAPTER XXV

 _"Snug. _--Have you the lion's part written? Pray you, if it be, give it 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 wassolemn in this scene. The beast still continued its rolling, andapparently untiring movements, though its ludicrous attempt to imitatethe 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 toDuncan they seemed pregnant with some hidden meaning, though nothingpresent assisted him in discovering the object of their illusion. Aspeedy end was, however, put to every conjecture on the subject, by themanner of the chief, who advanced to the bedside of the invalid, andbeckoned away the whole group of female attendants that had clusteredthere to witness the skill of the stranger. He was implicitly, thoughreluctantly, obeyed; and when the low echo which rang along the hollownatural gallery from the distant closing door had ceased, pointingtowards his insensible daughter, he said, --

"Now let my brother show his power. "

Thus unequivocally called on to exercise the functions of his assumedcharacter, Heyward was apprehensive that the smallest delay might provedangerous. Endeavoring then to collect his ideas, he prepared to performthat species of incantation, and those uncouth rites, under which theIndian conjurers are accustomed to conceal their ignorance andimpotency. It is more than probable that, in the disordered state of histhoughts, he would soon have fallen into some suspicious, if not fatalerror, had not his incipient attempts been interrupted by a fierce growlfrom the quadruped. Three several times did he renew his efforts toproceed, and as often was he met by the same unaccountable opposition, each interruption seeming more savage and threatening than thepreceding. 

"The cunning ones are jealous, " said the Huron; "I go. Brother, thewoman 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; "Igo. "

The chief was as good as his word, and Duncan now found himself alone inthat wild and desolate abode, with the helpless invalid, and the fierceand dangerous brute. The latter listened to the movements of the Indianwith that air of sagacity that a bear is known to possess, until anotherecho announced that he had also left the cavern, when it turned and camewaddling up to Duncan, before whom it seated itself, in its naturalattitude, erect like a man. The youth looked anxiously about him forsome weapon, with which he might make a resistance against the attack henow seriously expected. 

It seemed, however, as if the humor of the animal had suddenly changed. Instead of continuing its discontented growls, or manifesting anyfurther signs of anger, the whole of its shaggy body shook violently, asif agitated by some strange internal convulsion. The huge and unwieldytalons pawed stupidly about the grinning muzzle, and while Heyward kepthis eyes riveted on its movements with jealous watchfulness, the grimhead fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdycountenance 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 ofsurprise; "the varlets are about the place, and any sounds that are notnatural to witchcraft would bring them back upon us in a body. "

"Tell me the meaning of this masquerade; and why you have attempted sodesperate an adventure. "

"Ah! reason and calculation are often outdone by accident, " returned thescout. "But as a story should always commence at the beginning, I willtell you the whole in order. After we parted I placed the commandant andthe Sagamore in an old beaver lodge, where they are safer from theHurons than they would be in the garrison of Edward, for your highnorthwest Indians, not having as yet got the traders among them, continue to venerate the beaver. After which Uncas and I pushed for theother encampment, as was agreed; have you seen the lad?"

"To my great grief! he is captive, and condemned to die at the rising ofthe sun. "

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE MASQUERADER

_The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout_]

"I had misgivings that such would be his fate, " resumed the scout, in aless confident and joyous tone. But soon regaining his naturally firmvoice, he continued: "His bad fortune is the true reason of my beinghere, for it would never do to abandon such a boy to the Hurons. A raretime the knaves would have of it, could they tie The Bounding Elk andThe Long Carabine, as they call me, to the same stake! Though why theyhave given me such a name I never knew, there being as little likenessbetween the gifts of 'Killdeer, ' and the performance of one of your realCanada carabynes, as there is between the natur' of a pipe-stone and aflint!"

"Keep to your tale, " said the impatient Heyward; "we know not at whatmoment the Hurons may return. "

"No fear of them. A conjurer must have his time, like a stragglingpriest in the settlements. We are as safe from interruption as amissionary 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 muchtoo forward for a scout; nay, for that matter, being of hot blood, hewas not so much to blame; and, after all, one of the Hurons proved acoward, 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, andnodded, as if he said, "I comprehend your meaning. " After which hecontinued, in a more audible though scarcely more intelligiblelanguage, --

"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 andmyself; but that is neither here nor there. So, after I had shot theimps, I got in pretty nigh to the lodges without further commotion. Thenwhat should luck do in my favor, but lead me to the very spot where oneof the most famous conjurers of the tribe was dressing himself, as Iwell knew, for some great battle with Satan--though why should I callthat luck, which it now seems was an especial ordering of Providence! Soa 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 sapplings, I made free with his finery, and took the part of the bear on myself, in order that the operationsmight proceed. "

"And admirably did you enact the character; the animal itself might havebeen shamed by the representation. "

"Lord, major, " returned the flattered woodsman, "I should be but a poorscholar for one who has studied so long in the wilderness, did I notknow how to set forth the movements and natur' of such a beast. Had itbeen now a catamount, or even a full-sized panther, I would haveembellished a performance for you worth regarding. But it is no suchmarvellous feat to exhibit the feats of so dull a beast; though, forthat matter too, a bear may be overacted. Yes, yes; it is not everyimitator that knows natur' may be outdone easier than she is equalled. But all our work is yet before us: where is the gentle one?"

"Heaven knows; I have examined every lodge in the village, withoutdiscovering the slightest trace of her presence in the tribe. "

"You heard what the singer said, as he left us, --'She is at hand, andexpects you'?"

"I have been compelled to believe he alluded to this unhappy woman. "

"The simpleton was frightened, and blundered through his message; but hehad a deeper meaning. Here are walls enough to separate the wholesettlement. A bear ought to climb; therefore will I take a look abovethem. There may be honey-pots hid in these rocks, and I am a beast youknow, that has a hankering for the sweets. "

The scout looked behind him, laughing at his own conceit, while heclambered up the partition, imitating, as he went, the clumsy motions ofthe beast he represented; but the instant the summit was gained he madea gesture for silence, and slid down with the utmost precipitation. 

"She is here, " he whispered, "and by that door you will find her. Iwould have spoken a word of comfort to the afflicted soul; but the sightof 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 sprung eagerly forward, drew instantly back onhearing 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 acharge; but I have seen the time when you had a better-favored look;your streaked countenances are not ill-judged of by the squaws, butyoung 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 theadjacent crevices; "you may easily get rid of the Sagamore's daub, andwhen you come back I will try my hand at a new embellishment. It's ascommon for a conjurer to alter his paint as for a buck in thesettlements to change his finery. "

The deliberate woodsman had little occasion to hunt for arguments toenforce his advice. He was yet speaking when Duncan availed himself ofthe water. In a moment every frightful or offensive mark wasobliterated, and the youth appeared again in the lineaments with whichhe had been gifted by nature. Thus prepared for an interview with hismistress, he took a hasty leave of his companion, and disappearedthrough the indicated passage. The scout witnessed his departure withcomplacency, nodding his head after him, and muttering his good wishes;after which he very coolly set about an examination of the state of thelarder, among the Hurons--the cavern, among other purposes, being usedas 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 wasenabled to enter the haven of his hopes, which was merely anotherapartment of the cavern, that had been solely appropriated to thesafe-keeping of so important a prisoner as a daughter of the commandantof William Henry. It was profusely strewed with the plunder of thatunlucky fortress. In the midst of this confusion he found her he sought, pale, anxious, and terrified, but lovely. David had prepared her forsuch a visit. 

"Duncan!" she exclaimed, in a voice that seemed to tremble at the soundscreated by itself. 

"Alice" he answered, leaping carelessly among trunks, boxes, arms, andfurniture, until he stood at her side. 

"I knew that you would never desert me, " she said, looking up with amomentary glow on her otherwise dejected countenance. "But you arealone! grateful as it is to be thus remembered, I could wish to thinkyou are not entirely alone. "

Duncan, observing that she trembled in a manner which betrayed herinability to stand, gently induced her to be seated, while he recountedthose leading incidents which it has been our task to record. Alicelistened with breathless interest; and though the young man touchedlightly on the sorrows of the stricken father, taking care, however, notto wound the self-love of his auditor, the tears ran as freely down thecheeks of the daughter as though she had never wept before. The soothingtenderness of Duncan, however, soon quieted the first burst of heremotions, 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 ofyou. By the assistance of our experienced and invaluable friend, thescout, we may find our way from this savage people, but you will have toexert your utmost fortitude. Remember that you fly to the arms of yourvenerable 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 heldin both his own. 

The look of innocence and surprise which he received in return convincedDuncan of the necessity of being more explicit. 

"This is neither the place nor the occasion to detain you with selfishwishes, " he added; "but what heart loaded like mine would not wish tocast its burden? They say misery is the closest of all ties; our commonsuffering in your behalf left but little to be explained between yourfather and myself. "

"And dearest Cora, Duncan; surely Cora was not forgotten?"

"Not forgotten! no; regretted, as woman was seldom mourned before. Yourvenerable father knew no difference between his children; but I--Alice, you will not be offended when I say, that to me her worth was in adegree obscured--"

"Then you knew not the merit of my sister, " said Alice, withdrawing herhand; "of you she ever speaks as of one who is her nearest friend. "

"I would gladly believe her such, " returned Duncan, hastily; "I couldwish her to be even more; but with you, Alice, I have the permission ofyour father to aspire to a still nearer and dearer tie. "

Alice trembled violently, and there was an instant during which she benther face aside, yielding to the emotions common to her sex; but theyquickly passed away, leaving her mistress of her deportment, if not ofher affections. 

"Heyward, " she said, looking him full in the face with a touchingexpression of innocence and dependency, "give me the sacred presenceand 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 toanswer, when he was interrupted by a light tap on his shoulder. Startingto his feet, he turned, and, confronting the intruder, his looks fell onthe dark form and malignant visage of Magua. The deep guttural laugh ofthe savage sounded, at such a moment, to Duncan like the hellish tauntof 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 tothe issue of a deadly struggle. But, without arms of any description, ignorant of what succor his subtle enemy could command, and charged withthe safety of one who was just then dearer than ever to his heart, he nosooner entertained than he abandoned the desperate intention. 

"What is your purpose?" said Alice, meekly folding her arms on herbosom, and struggling to conceal an agony of apprehension in behalf ofHeyward, in the usual cold and distant manner with which she receivedthe visits of her captor. 

The exulting Indian had resumed his austere countenance, though he drewwarily back before the menacing glance of the young man's fiery eye. Heregarded both his captives for a moment with a steady look, and thenstepping aside, he dropped a log of wood across a door different fromthat by which Duncan had entered. The latter now comprehended the mannerof his surprise, and believing himself irretrievably lost, he drew Aliceto his bosom, and stood prepared to meet a fate which he hardlyregretted, since it was to be suffered in such company. But Maguameditated no immediate violence. His first measures were very evidentlytaken to secure his new captive; nor did he even bestow a second glanceat the motionless forms in the centre of the cavern, until he hadcompletely cut off every hope of retreat through the private outlet hehad himself used. He was watched in all his movements by Heyward, who, however, remained firm, still folding the fragile form of Alice to hisheart, at once too proud and too hopeless to ask favor of an enemy sooften foiled. When Magua had effected his object he approached hisprisoners, and said in English, --

"The pale-faces trap the cunning beavers; but the redskins know how totake the Yengeese. "

"Huron, do your worst!" exclaimed the excited Heyward, forgetful that adouble stake was involved in his life; "you and your vengeance are alikedespised. "

"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'sresolution 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 goand bring his young men to see how bravely a pale-face can laugh at thetortures. "

He turned away while speaking, and was about to leave the place throughthe 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 vulgarsuperstitions of his tribe, and so soon as he recognized the well-knownattire of the conjurer, he prepared to pass it in cool contempt. But alouder and more threatening growl caused him again to pause. Then heseemed as if suddenly resolved to trifle no longer, and moved resolutelyforward. The mimic animal, which had advanced a little, retired slowlyin his front, until it arrived again at the pass, when rearing on itshinder legs it beat the air with its paws, in the manner practised byits brutal prototype. 

"Fool!" exclaimed the chief, in Huron, "go play with the children andsquaws; leave men to their wisdom. "

He once more endeavored to pass the supposed empiric, scorning even theparade of threatening to use the knife, or tomahawk, that was pendentfrom his belt. Suddenly the beast extended its arms, or rather legs, andinclosed him in a grasp that might have vied with the far-famed power ofthe "bear's hug" itself. Heyward had watched the whole procedure, on thepart of Hawkeye, with breathless interest. At first he relinquished hishold of Alice; then he caught up a thong of buckskin, which had beenused around some bundle, and when he beheld his enemy with his two armspinned to his side by the iron muscles of the scout, he rushed upon him, and effectually secured them there. Arms, legs, and feet were encircledin twenty folds of the thong, in less time than we have taken to recordthe circumstance. When the formidable Huron was completely pinioned, thescout released his hold, and Duncan laid his enemy on his back, utterlyhelpless. 

Throughout the whole of this sudden and extraordinary operation, Magua, though he had struggled violently, until assured he was in the hands ofone whose nerves were far better strung than his own, had not utteredthe slightest exclamation. But when Hawkeye, by way of making a summaryexplanation of his conduct, removed the shaggy jaws of the beast, andexposed 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 toutter the never-failing, --

"Hugh!"

"Ay! you've found your tongue, " said his undisturbed conqueror; "now, inorder that you shall not use it to our ruin, I must make free to stopyour mouth. "

As there was no time to be lost, the scout immediately set abouteffecting 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 hiswork 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 nowpresented too many obstacles to a quick retreat. 

"Bring on the gentle one, then, " continued his friend; "we must make apush for the woods by the other outlet. "

"'Tis impossible!" said Duncan; "fear has overcome her, and she ishelpless. Alice! my sweet, my own Alice, arouse yourself; now is themoment 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 allof her little form. Nay, that foot has no fellow in the wilderness; itwill 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 eagerlyobeying; and as the other finished speaking, he took the light person ofAlice in his arms, and followed on the footsteps of the scout. Theyfound the sick woman as they had left her, still alone, and passedswiftly on, by the natural gallery, to the place of entrance. As theyapproached the little door of bark, a murmur of voices without announcedthat the friends and relatives of the invalid were gathered about theplace, patiently awaiting a summons to re-enter. 

"If I open my lips to speak, " Hawkeye whispered, "my English, which isthe genuine tongue of a white-skin, will tell the varlets that an enemyis among them. You must give 'em your jargon, major; and say that wehave shut the evil spirit in the cave, and are taking the woman to thewoods in order to find strengthening roots. Practyse all your cunning, for it is a lawful undertaking. "

The door opened a little, as if one without was listening to theproceedings within, and compelled the scout to cease his directions. Afierce growl repelled the eavesdropper, and then the scout boldly threwopen the covering of bark, and left the place, enacting the character ofthe bear as he proceeded. Duncan kept close at his heels, and so foundhimself in the centre of a cluster of twenty anxious relatives andfriends. 

The crowd fell back a little, and permitted the father, and one whoappeared to be the husband of the woman, to approach. 

"Has my brother driven away the evil spirit?" demanded the former. "Whathas 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 willstrengthen her against any further attacks. She shall be in the wigwamof the young man when the sun comes again. "

When the father had translated the meaning of the stranger's words intothe Huron language, a suppressed murmur announced the satisfaction withwhich the intelligence was received. The chief himself waved his handfor Duncan to proceed, saying aloud, in a firm voice, and with a loftymanner, --

"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, whenthese startling words arrested him. 

"Is my brother mad?" he exclaimed; "is he cruel! He will meet thedisease, and it will enter him; or he will drive out the disease, and itwill chase his daughter into the woods. No; let my children waitwithout, and if the spirit appears beat him down with clubs. He iscunning, and will bury himself in the mountain, when he sees how manyare ready to fight him. "

This singular warning had the desired effect. Instead of entering thecavern, the father and husband drew their tomahawks, and postedthemselves in readiness to deal their vengeance on the imaginarytormentor of their sick relative, while the women and children brokebranches from the bushes, or seized fragments of the rock, with asimilar intention. At this favorable moment the counterfeit conjurersdisappeared. 

Hawkeye, at the same time that he had presumed so far on the nature ofthe Indian superstitions, was not ignorant that they were rathertolerated than relied on by the wisest of the chiefs. He well knew thevalue of time in the present emergency. Whatever might be the extent ofthe self-delusion of his enemies, and however it had tended to assisthis schemes, the slightest cause of suspicion, acting on the subtlenature of an Indian, would be likely to prove fatal. Taking the path, therefore, that was most likely to avoid observation, he rather skirtedthan entered the village. The warriors were still to be seen in thedistance, by the fading light of the fires, stalking from lodge tolodge. But the children had abandoned their sports for their beds ofskins, and the quiet of night was already beginning to prevail over theturbulence and excitement of so busy and important an evening. 

Alice revived under the renovating influence of the open air, and as herphysical 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 theforest, blushing, though unseen, that she had not been sooner able toquit the arms of Duncan; "I am indeed restored. "

"Nay, Alice, you are yet too weak. "

The maiden struggled gently to release herself, and Heyward wascompelled to part with his precious burden. The representative of thebear had certainly been an entire stranger to the delicious emotions ofthe lover while his arms encircled his mistress; and he was, perhaps, astranger also to the nature of that feeling of ingenuous shame thatoppressed the trembling Alice. But when he found himself at a suitabledistance from the lodges he made a halt, and spoke on a subject of whichhe was thoroughly the master. 

"This path will lead you to the brook, " he said; "follow its northernbank until you come to a fall; and mount the hill on your right, and youwill see the fires of the other people. There you must go and demandprotection; if they are true Delawares, you will be safe. A distantflight with that gentle one, just now, is impossible. The Hurons wouldfollow up our trail, and master our scalps, before we had got a dozenmiles. 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 bloodof the Mohicans is in their power, " returned the scout; "I go to seewhat can be done in his favor. Had they mastered your scalp, major, aknave should have fallen for every hair it held, as I promised; but ifthe young Sagamore is to be led to the stake, the Indians shall see alsohow a man without a cross can die. "

Not in the least offended with the decided preference that the sturdywoodsman gave to one who might, in some degree, be called the child ofhis adoption, Duncan still continued to urge such reasons against sodesperate an effort as presented themselves. He was aided by Alice, whomingled her entreaties with those of Heyward that he would abandon aresolution that promised so much danger, with so little hope of success. Their eloquence and ingenuity were expended in vain. The scout heardthem attentively, but impatiently, and finally closed the discussion, byanswering, in a tone that instantly silenced Alice, while it toldHeyward how fruitless any further remonstrances would be, --

"I have heard, " he said, "that there is a feeling in youth which bindsman to woman closer than the father is tied to the son. It may be so. Ihave seldom been where women of my color dwell; but such may be thegifts of nature in the settlements. You have risked life, and all thatis dear to you, to bring off this gentle one, and I suppose that somesuch disposition is at the bottom of it all. As for me, I taught the ladthe real character of a rifle; and well has he paid me for it. I havefou't at his side in many a bloody scrimmage; and so long as I couldhear the crack of his piece in one ear, and that of the Sagamore in theother, I knew no enemy was on my back. Winters and summers, nights anddays, have we roved the wilderness in company, eating of the same dish, one sleeping while the other watched; and afore it shall be said thatUncas was taken to the torment, and I at hand--There is but a singleRuler of us all, whatever may be the color of the skin; and Him I callto witness, that before the Mohican boy shall perish for the want of afriend, good faith shall depart the 'arth, and 'Killdeer' become asharmless as the tooting we'pon of the singer!"

[Illustration: _Copyright by Charles Scribner's Sons_

THE LOVERS

_Heyward and Alice took their way together towards the distant villageof the Delawares_]

Duncan released his hold on the arm of the scout, who turned, andsteadily retraced his steps towards the lodges. After pausing a momentto gaze at his retiring form, the successful and yet sorrowful Heyward, and Alice, took their way together towards the distant village of theDelawares. 

CHAPTER XXVI

 "_Bot. _--Let me play the lion too. "

 _Midsummer Night's Dream. _

Notwithstanding the high resolution of Hawkeye, he fully comprehendedall the difficulties and dangers he was about to incur. In his return tothe camp, his acute and practised intellects were intently engaged indevising means to counteract a watchfulness and suspicion on the part ofhis 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 theconjurer, who would have been the first victims sacrificed to his ownsecurity, had not the scout believed such an act, however congenial itmight be to the nature of an Indian, utterly unworthy of one who boasteda descent from men that knew no cross of blood. Accordingly, he trustedto the withes and ligaments with which he had bound his captives, andpursued his way directly towards the centre of the lodges. 

As he approached the buildings, his steps became more deliberate, andhis vigilant eye suffered no sign, whether friendly or hostile, toescape him. A neglected hut was a little in advance of the others, andappeared as if it had been deserted when half completed--most probablyon account of failing in some of the more important requisites; such asfood or water. A faint light glimmered through its cracks, however, andannounced that, notwithstanding its imperfect structure, it was notwithout a tenant. Thither, then, the scout proceeded, like a prudentgeneral, 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 ofthe interior. It proved to be the abiding-place of David Gamut. Hitherthe faithful singing-master had now brought himself, together with allhis sorrows, his apprehensions, and his meek dependence on theprotection of Providence. At the precise moment when his ungainly personcame under the observation of the scout, in the manner just mentioned, the woodsman himself, though in his assumed character, was the subjectof the solitary being's profoundest reflections. 

However implicit the faith of David was in the performance of ancientmiracles, he eschewed the belief of any direct supernatural agency inthe management of modern morality. In other words, while he had implicitfaith in the ability of Balsam's ass to speak, he was somewhat skepticalon the subject of a bear's singing; and yet he had been assured of thelatter, on the testimony of his own exquisite organs. There wassomething in his air and manner that betrayed to the scout the utterconfusion of the state of his mind. He was seated on a pile of brush, afew twigs from which occasionally fed his low fire, with his headleaning on his arm, in a posture of melancholy musing. The costume ofthe votary of music had undergone no other alteration from that solately described, except that he had covered his bald head with thetriangular beaver, which had not proved sufficiently alluring to excitethe cupidity of any of his captors. 

The ingenious Hawkeye, who recalled the hasty manner in which the otherhad abandoned his post at the bedside of the sick woman, was not withouthis suspicions concerning the subject of so much solemn deliberation. First making the circuit of the hut, and ascertaining that it stoodquite alone, and that the character of its inmate was likely to protectit from visitors, he ventured through its low door, into the verypresence of Gamut. The position of the latter brought the fire betweenthem; and when Hawkeye had seated himself on end, near a minute elapsed, during which the two remained regarding each other without speaking. Thesuddenness and the nature of the surprise had nearly proved too muchfor--we will not say the philosophy--but for the faith and resolution ofDavid. He fumbled for his pitch-pipe, and arose with a confusedintention of attempting a musical exorcism. 

"Dark and mysterious monster!" he exclaimed, while with trembling handshe disposed of his auxiliary eyes, and sought his never-failing resourcein trouble, the gifted version of the Psalms: "I know not your naturenor intents; but if aught you meditate against the person and rights ofone of the humblest servants of the temple, listen to the inspiredlanguage of the youth of Israel, and repent. "

The bear shook his shaggy sides, and then a well-known voice replied, --

"Put up the tooting we'pon, and teach your throat modesty. Five words ofplain and comprehensible English are worth, just now, an hour ofsqualling. "

"What art thou!" demanded David, utterly disqualified to pursue hisoriginal intention, and nearly gasping for breath. 

"A man like yourself; and one whose blood is as little tainted by thecross of a bear, or an Indian, as your own. Have you so soon forgottenfrom whom you received the foolish instrument you hold in your hand?"

"Can these things be?" returned David, breathing more freely, as thetruth began to dawn upon him. "I have found many marvels during mysojourn with the heathen, but surely nothing to excel this!"

"Come, come, " returned Hawkeye, uncasing his honest countenance, thebetter to assure the wavering confidence of his companion; "you may seea skin, which, if it be not as white as one of the gentle ones, has notinge of red to it that the winds of heaven and the sun have notbestowed. Now let us to business. "

"First tell me of the maiden, and of the youth who so bravely soughther, " interrupted David. 

"Ay, they are happily freed from the tomahawks of these varlets. But canyou put me on the scent of Uncas?"

"The young man is in bondage, and much I fear his death is decreed. Igreatly mourn that one so well disposed should die in his ignorance, andI have sought a goodly hymn--"

"Can you lead me to him?"

"The task will not be difficult, " returned David, hesitating; "though Igreatly fear your presence would rather increase than mitigate hisunhappy fortunes. "

"No more words, but lead on, " returned Hawkeye, concealing his faceagain, and setting the example in his own person, by instantly quittingthe lodge. 

As they proceeded, the scout ascertained that his companion found accessto Uncas, under privilege of his imaginary infirmity, aided by the favorhe had acquired with one of the guards, who, in consequence of speakinga little English, had been selected by David as the subject of areligious conversation. How far the Huron comprehended the intentions ofhis new friend, may well be doubted; but as exclusive attention is asflattering to a savage as to a more civilized individual, it hadproduced the effect we have mentioned. It is unnecessary to repeat theshrewd manner with which the scout extracted these particulars from thesimple David; neither shall we dwell in this place on the nature of theinstructions he delivered, when completely master of all the necessaryfacts; as the whole will be sufficiently explained to the reader in thecourse of the narrative. 

The lodge in which Uncas was confined was in the very centre of thevillage, and in a situation, perhaps, more difficult than any other toapproach, or leave, without observation. But it was not the policy ofHawkeye to affect the least concealment. Presuming on his disguise, andhis ability to sustain the character he had assumed, he took the mostplain and direct route to the place. The hour, however, afforded himsome little of that protection which he appeared so much to despise. Theboys were already buried in sleep, and all the women, and most of thewarriors, had retired to their lodges for the night. Four or five of thelatter only lingered about the door of the prison of Uncas, wary butclose observers of the manner of their captive. 

At the sight of Gamut, accompanied by one in the well known masqueradeof their most distinguished conjurer, they readily made way for themboth. Still they betrayed no intention to depart. On the other hand, they were evidently disposed to remain bound to the place by anadditional interest in the mysterious mummeries that they of courseexpected from such a visit. 

From the total inability of the scout to address the Hurons in their ownlanguage, he was compelled to trust the conversation entirely to David. Notwithstanding the simplicity of the latter, he did ample justice tothe instructions he had received, more than fulfilling the strongesthopes of his teacher. 

"The Delawares are women!" he exclaimed, addressing himself to thesavage who had a slight understanding of the language in which he spoke;"the Yengeese, my foolish countrymen, have told them to take up thetomahawk, and strike their fathers in the Canadas, and they haveforgotten their sex. Does my brother wish to hear Le Cerf Agile ask forhis petticoats, and see him weep before the Hurons, at the stake?"

The exclamation "Hugh!" delivered in a strong tone of assent, announcedthe gratification the savage would receive in witnessing such anexhibition 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. "

The Huron explained the meaning of David to his fellows, who, in theirturn, listened to the project with that sort of satisfaction that theiruntamed spirits might be expected to find in such a refinement incruelty. They drew back a little from the entrance, and motioned to thesupposed conjurer to enter. But the bear, instead of obeying, maintainedthe 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 hereceived; "they must stand farther off. "

The Hurons, who would have deemed such a misfortune the heaviestcalamity that could befall them, fell back in a body, taking a positionwhere they were out of ear-shot, though at the same time they couldcommand a view of the entrance to the lodge. Then, as if satisfied oftheir safety, the scout left his position, and slowly entered the place. It was silent and gloomy, being tenanted solely by the captive, andlighted by the dying embers of a fire, which had been used for thepurposes of cookery. 

Uncas occupied a distant corner, in a reclining attitude, being rigidlybound, both hands and feet, by strong and painful withes. When thefrightful object first presented itself to the young Mohican, he did notdeign to bestow a single glance on the animal. The scout, who had leftDavid at the door, to ascertain they were not observed, thought itprudent to preserve his disguise until assured of their privacy. Insteadof speaking, therefore, he exerted himself to enact one of the antics ofthe animal he represented. The young Mohican, who at first believed hisenemies had sent in a real beast to torment him, and try his nerves, detected, in those performances that to Heyward had appeared soaccurate, certain blemishes, that at once betrayed the counterfeit. HadHawkeye been aware of the low estimation in which the more skilful Uncasheld his representations, he would probably have prolonged theentertainment a little in pique. But the scornful expression of theyoung man's eye admitted of so many constructions, that the worthy scoutwas spared the mortification of such a discovery. As soon, therefore, asDavid gave the pre-concerted signal, a low hissing sound was heard inthe lodge, in place of the fierce growlings of the bear. 

Uncas had cast his body back against the wall of the hut, and closedhis eyes, as if willing to exclude so contemptible and disagreeable anobject from his sight. But the moment the noise of the serpent washeard, he arose, and cast his looks on each side of him, bending hishead low, and turning it inquiringly in every direction, until his keeneye rested on the shaggy monster, where it remained riveted, as thoughfixed by the power of a charm. Again the same sounds were repeated, evidently proceeding from the mouth of the beast. Once more the eyes ofthe youth roamed over the interior of the lodge, and returning to theirformer 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. Atthe same moment the dried skin of the animal rattled, and presently thescout arose to his feet, in proper person. The Mohican appeared tocomprehend the nature of the attempt his friend had made, intuitively;neither tongue nor feature betraying another symptom of surprise. WhenHawkeye had cast his shaggy vestment, which was done by simply loosingcertain thongs of skin, he drew a long glittering knife, and put it inthe 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 similarweapon, both being the fruits of his prowess among their enemies duringthe evening. 

"We will go, " said Uncas. 

"Whither?"

"To the Tortoises; they are the children of my grandfathers. "

"Ay, lad, " said the scout in English--a language he was apt to use whena little abstracted in mind; "the same blood runs in your veins, Ibelieve; but time and distance have a little changed its color. Whatshall we do with the Mingos at the door? They count six, and this singeris as good as nothing. "

"The Hurons are boasters, " said Uncas scornfully; "their 'totem' is amoose, and they run like snails. The Delawares are children of thetortoise, 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 waswithin hearing of the other village. But the gift of a white man liesmore in his arms than in his legs. As for myself, I can brain a Huron aswell as a better man; but when it comes to a race, the knaves wouldprove too much for me. "

Uncas, who had already approached the door, in readiness to lead theway, now recoiled; and placed himself, once more, in the bottom of thelodge. But Hawkeye, who was too much occupied with his own thoughts tonote the movement, continued speaking more to himself than to hiscompanion. 

"After all, " he said, "it is unreasonable to keep one man in bondage tothe gifts of another. So, Uncas, you had better take the leap, while Iput on the skin again, and trust to cunning for want of speed. "

The young Mohican made no reply, but quietly folded his arms, and leanedhis body against one of the upright posts that supported the wall of thehut. 

"Well, " said the scout, looking up at him, "why do you tarry? There willbe 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 theDelawares. "

"Ay, lad, " returned Hawkeye, squeezing the hand of Uncas between his owniron fingers; "'twould have been more like a Mingo than a Mohican hadyou left me. But I thought I would make the offer, seeing that youthcommonly 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 playthe bear nearly as well as myself. "

Whatever might have been the private opinion of Uncas of theirrespective abilities in this particular, his grave countenancemanifested no opinion of his own superiority. He silently andexpeditiously encased himself in the covering of the beast, and thenawaited such other movements as his more aged companion saw fit todictate. 

"Now, friend, " said Hawkeye, addressing David, "an exchange of garmentswill be a great convenience to you, inasmuch as you are but littleaccustomed to the make-shifts of the wilderness. Here, take my huntingshirt and cap, and give me your blanket and hat. You must trust me withthe book and spectacles, as well as the tooter, too; if we ever meetagain, in better times, you shall have all back again, with many thanksinto the bargain. "

David parted with the several articles named with a readiness that wouldhave done great credit to his liberality, had he not certainly profited, in many particulars, by the exchange. Hawkeye was not long in assuminghis borrowed garments; and when his restless eyes were hid behind theglasses, and his head was surmounted by the triangular beaver, as theirstatures were not dissimilar, he might readily have passed for thesinger by star-light. As soon as these dispositions were made, the scoutturned to David, and gave him his parting instructions. 

"Are you much given to cowardice?" he bluntly asked, by way of obtaininga suitable understanding of the whole case before he ventured aprescription. 

"My pursuits are peaceful, and my temper, I humbly trust, is greatlygiven to mercy and love, " returned David, a little nettled at so directan attack on his manhood; "but there are none who can say that I haveever forgotten my faith in the Lord, even in the greatest straits. "

"Your chiefest danger will be at the moment when the savages find outthat they have been deceived. If you are not then knocked in the head, your being a non-composser will protect you; and you'll then have goodreason to expect to die in your bed. If you stay, it must be to sit downhere in the shadow, and take the part of Uncas, until such times as thecunning of the Indians discover the cheat, when, as I have already said, your time of trial will come. So choose for yourself, --to make a rush ortarry here. "

"Even so, " said David, firmly; "I will abide in the place of theDelaware. 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 drawin your legs; their formation might tell the truth too early. Keepsilent as long as may be; and it would be wise, when you do speak, tobreak out suddenly in one of your shoutings, which will serve to remindthe 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 asbecomes true warriors and trusty friends. "

"Hold!" said David, perceiving that with this assurance they were aboutto leave him; "I am an unworthy and humble follower of One who taughtnot the damnable principle of revenge. Should I fall, therefore, seek novictims to my manes, but rather forgive my destroyers; and if youremember them at all, let it be in prayers for the enlightening of theirminds, 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 thewoods; and yet it is fair and noble to reflect upon. " Then, heaving aheavy sigh, probably among the last he ever drew in pining for acondition he had so long abandoned, he added, "It is what I would wishto practise, myself, as one without a cross of blood, though it is notalways 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 theeyes, though much depends on the natural gifts, and the force oftemptation. "

So saying, the scout returned and shook David cordially by the hand;after which act of friendship he immediately left the lodge, attended bythe 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 armin the act of keeping time, and commenced what he intended for animitation of his psalmody. Happily for the success of this delicateadventure, he had to deal with ears but little practised in the concordof sweet sounds, or the miserable effort would infallibly have beendetected. It was necessary to pass within a dangerous proximity of thedark group of the savages, and the voice of the scout grew louder asthey drew nigher. When at the nearest point, the Huron who spoke theEnglish thrust out an arm, and stopped the supposed singing-master. 

"The Delaware dog!" he said, leaning forward, and peering through thedim light to catch the expression of the other's features; "is heafraid? will the Hurons hear his groans?"

A growl so exceedingly fierce and natural proceeded from the beast, thatthe young Indian released his hold and started aside, as if to assurehimself that it was not a veritable bear, and no counterfeit, that wasrolling before him. Hawkeye, who feared his voice would betray him tohis subtle enemies, gladly profited by the interruption, to break outanew in such a burst of musical expression as would, probably, in amore refined state of society have been termed "a grand crash. " Amonghis actual auditors, however, it merely gave him an additional claim tothat respect which they never withhold from such as are believed to bethe subjects of mental alienation. The little knot of Indians drew backin a body, and suffered, as they thought, the conjurer and his inspiredassistant to proceed. 

It required no common exercise of fortitude in Uncas and the scout, tocontinue the dignified and deliberate pace they had assumed in passingthe lodges; especially as they immediately perceived that curiosity hadso far mastered fear, as to induce the watchers to approach the hut, inorder to witness the effect of the incantations. The least injudiciousor impatient movement on the part of David might betray them, and timewas absolutely necessary to insure the safety of the scout. The loudnoise the latter conceived it politic to continue, drew many curiousgazers to the doors of the different huts as they passed; and once ortwice a dark-looking warrior stepped across their path, led to the actby superstition or watchfulness. They were not, however, interrupted;the darkness of the hour, and the coldness of the attempt, proving theirprincipal friends. 

The adventurers had got clear of the village, and were now swiftlyapproaching the shelter of the woods, when a loud and long cry arosefrom the lodge where Uncas had been confined. The Mohican started on hisfeet, and shook his shaggy covering, as though the animal hecounterfeited was about to make some desperate effort. 

"Hold!" said the scout, grasping his friend by the shoulder, "let themyell again! 'Twas nothing but wonderment. "

He had no occasion to delay, for the next instant a burst of criesfilled 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 tworifles, with all their attendant accoutrements, from beneath a bush, andflourishing "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 readinessfor their game, they dashed forward, and were soon buried in the sombredarkness of the forest. 

CHAPTER XXVII

 "_Ant. _ I shall remember: When Caesar says _Do this_, it is performed. "

 _Julius Caesar. _

The impatience of the savages who lingered about the prison of Uncas, ashas been seen, had overcome their dread of the conjurer's breath. Theystole cautiously, and with beating hearts, to a crevice, through whichthe faint light of the fire was glimmering. For several minutes theymistook the form of David for that of their prisoner; but the veryaccident which Hawkeye had foreseen occurred. Tired of keeping theextremities of his long person so near together, the singer graduallysuffered the lower limbs to extend themselves, until one of hismisshapen feet actually came in contact with and shoved aside the embersof the fire. At first the Hurons believed the Delaware had been thusdeformed by witchcraft. But when David, unconscious of being observed, turned his head, and exposed his simple, mild countenance, in place ofthe haughty lineaments of their prisoner, it would have exceeded thecredulity of even a native to have doubted any longer. They rushedtogether into the lodge, and laying their hands, with but littleceremony, on their captive, immediately detected the imposition. Thenarose the cry first heard by the fugitives. It was succeeded by the mostfrantic and angry demonstrations of vengeance. David, however firm inhis determination to cover the retreat of his friends, was compelled tobelieve that his own final hour had come. Deprived of his book and hispipe, he was fain to trust to a memory that rarely failed him on suchsubjects; and breaking forth in a loud and impassioned strain, heendeavored to soothe his passage into the other world, by singing theopening verse of a funeral anthem. The Indians were seasonably remindedof his infirmity, and rushing into the open air, they aroused thevillage in the manner described. 

A native warrior fights as he sleeps, without the protection of anythingdefensive. The sounds of the alarm were, therefore, hardly uttered, before two hundred men were afoot, and ready for the battle or thechase, as either might be required. The escape was soon known; and thewhole tribe crowded, in a body, around the council-lodge, impatientlyawaiting the instruction of their chiefs. In such a sudden demand ontheir wisdom, the presence of the cunning Magua could scarcely fail ofbeing needed. His name was mentioned, and all looked round in wonderthat 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 menwere ordered to make the circuit of the clearing, under cover of thewoods, in order to ascertain that their suspected neighbors, theDelawares, designed no mischief. Women and children ran to and fro; andin short, the whole encampment exhibited another scene of wild andsavage confusion. Gradually, however, these symptoms of disorderdiminished; and in a few minutes the oldest and most distinguishedchiefs were assembled in the lodge, in grave consultation. 

The clamor of many voices soon announced that a party approached, whomight be expected to communicate some intelligence that would explainthe mystery of the novel surprise. The crowd without gave way, andseveral warriors entered the place, bringing with them the haplessconjurer, who had been left so long by the scout in duress. 

Notwithstanding this man was held in very unequal estimation among theHurons, some believing implicitly in his power, and others deeming himan impostor, he was now listened to by all with the deepest attention. When his brief story was ended, the father of the sick woman steppedforth, and, in a few pithy expressions, related, in his turn, what heknew. These two narratives gave a proper direction to the subsequentinquiries, which were now made with the characteristic cunning ofsavages. 

Instead of rushing in a confused and disorderly throng to the cavern, ten of the wisest and firmest among the chiefs were selected toprosecute the investigation. As no time was to be lost, the instant thechoice was made the individuals appointed rose in a body, and left theplace without speaking. On reaching the entrance, the younger men inadvance made way for their seniors; and the whole proceeded along thelow, dark gallery, with the firmness of warriors ready to devotethemselves to the public good, though, at the same time, secretlydoubting the nature of the power with which they were about to contend. 

The outer apartment of the cavern was silent and gloomy. The woman layin her usual place and posture, though there were those present whoaffirmed they had seen her borne to the woods, by the supposed "medicineof the white men. " Such a direct and palpable contradiction of the talerelated by the father, caused all eyes to be turned on him. Chafed bythe silent imputation, and inwardly troubled by so unaccountable acircumstance, the chief advanced to the side of the bed, and stooping, cast an incredulous look at the features, as if distrusting theirreality. His daughter was dead. 

The unerring feeling of nature, for a moment prevailed, and the oldwarrior hid his eyes in sorrow. Then recovering his self-possession, hefaced his companions, and pointing towards the corpse, he said, in thelanguage of his people, --

"The wife of my young man has left us! the Great Spirit is angry withhis children. "

The mournful intelligence was received in solemn silence. After a shortpause, one of the elder Indians was about to speak, when a dark-lookingobject was seen rolling out of an adjoining apartment, into the verycentre of the room where they stood. Ignorant of the nature of thebeings they had to deal with, the whole party drew back a little, andgazed in admiration, until the object fronted the light, and rising onend, exhibited the distorted, but still fierce and sullen features ofMagua. The discovery was succeeded by a general exclamation ofamazement. 

As soon, however, as the true situation of the chief was understood, several ready knives appeared, and his limbs and tongue were quicklyreleased. The Huron arose, and shook himself like a lion quitting hislair. Not a word escaped him, though his hand played convulsively withthe handle of his knife, while his lowering eyes scanned the wholeparty, as if they sought an object suited to the first burst of hisvengeance. 

It was happy for Uncas and the scout, and even David, that they were allbeyond the reach of his arm at such a moment; for, assuredly, norefinement in cruelty would then have deferred their deaths, inopposition to the promptings of the fierce temper that nearly chokedhim. Meeting everywhere faces that he knew as friends, the savage gratedhis teeth together like rasps of iron, and swallowed his passion forwant of a victim on whom to vent it. This exhibition of anger was notedby all present; and, from an apprehension of exasperating a temper thatwas already chafed nearly to madness, several minutes were suffered topass before another word was uttered. When, however, suitable time hadelapsed, the oldest of the party spoke. 

"My friend has found an enemy, " he said. "Is he nigh, that the Huronsmay take revenge?"

"Let the Delaware die!" exclaimed Magua, in a voice of thunder. 

Another long and expressive silence was observed, and was broken, asbefore, with due precaution, by the same individual. 

"The Mohican is swift of foot, and leaps far, " he said; "but my youngmen are on his trail. "

"Is he gone?" demanded Magua, in tones so deep and guttural, that theyseemed to proceed from his inmost chest. 

"An evil spirit has been among us, and the Delaware has blinded oureyes. "

"An evil spirit!" repeated the other, mockingly; "'tis the spirit thathas taken the lives of so many Hurons; the spirit that slew my young menat 'the tumbling river'; that took their scalps at the 'healing spring';and who has now bound the arms of Le Renard Subtil!"

"Of whom does my friend speak?"

"Of the dog who carries the heart and cunning of a Huron under a paleskin--La Longue Carabine. "

The pronunciation of so terrible a name produced the usual effect amonghis auditors. But when time was given for reflection, and the warriorsremembered that their formidable and daring enemy had even been in thebosom of their encampment, working injury, fearful rage took the placeof wonder, and all those fierce passions with which the bosom of Maguahad just been struggling were suddenly transferred to his companions. Some among them gnashed their teeth in anger, others vented theirfeelings in yells, and some, again beat the air as frantically as if theobject of their resentment were suffering under their blows. But thissudden outbreaking of temper as quickly subsided in the still and sullenrestraint they most affected, in their moments of inaction. 

Magua who had in his turn found leisure for reflection, now changed hismanner, and assumed the air of one who knew how to think and act with adignity 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 partyleft the cavern and returned to the council-lodge. When they wereseated, all eyes turned on Magua, who understood, from such anindication, that, by common consent, they had devolved the duty ofrelating what had passed on him. He arose, and told his tale withoutduplicity or reservation. The whole deception practised by both Duncanand Hawkeye was, of course, laid naked; and no room was found, even forthe most superstitious of the tribe, any longer to affix a doubt on thecharacter of the occurrences. It was but too apparent that they had beeninsultingly, shamefully, disgracefully deceived. When he had ended, andresumed his seat, the collected tribe--for his auditors, in substance, included all the fighting men of the party--sat regarding each otherlike men astonished equally at the audacity and the success of theirenemies. The next consideration, however, was the means andopportunities for revenge. 

Additional pursuers were sent on the trail of the fugitives; and thenthe chiefs applied themselves, in earnest, to the business ofconsultation. Many different expedients were proposed by the elderwarriors, in succession, to all of which Magua was a silent andrespectful listener. That subtle savage had recovered his artifice andself-command, and now proceeded towards his object with his customarycaution and skill. It was only when each one disposed to speak haduttered his sentiments, that he prepared to advance his own opinions. They were given with additional weight from the circumstance that someof the runners had already returned, and reported that their enemies hadbeen traced so far as to leave no doubt of their having sought safety inthe neighboring camp of their suspected allies, the Delawares. With theadvantage of possessing this important intelligence, the chief warilylaid his plans before his fellows, and, as might have been anticipatedfrom his eloquence and cunning, they were adopted without a dissentingvoice. They were, briefly, as follows, both in opinions and in motives. 

It has been already stated that, in obedience to a policy rarelydeparted from, the sisters were separated so soon as they reached theHuron village. Magua had early discovered that in retaining the personof Alice, he possessed the most effectual check on Cora. When theyparted, therefore, he kept the former within reach of his hand, consigning the one he most valued to the keeping of their allies. Thearrangement was understood to be merely temporary, and was made as muchwith a view to flatter his neighbors as in obedience to the invariablerule of Indian policy. 

While goaded incessantly by those revengeful impulses that in a savageseldom slumber, the chief was still attentive to his more permanentpersonal interests. The follies and disloyalty committed in his youthwere to be expiated by a long and painful penance, ere he could berestored 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 arduous situation, the crafty native had neglectedno means of increasing his influence; and one of the happiest of hisexpedients had been the success with which he had cultivated the favorof their powerful and dangerous neighbors. The result of his experimenthad answered all the expectations of his policy; for the Hurons were inno degree exempt from that governing principle of nature, which inducesman to value his gifts precisely in the degree that they are appreciatedby others. 

But, while he was making this ostensible sacrifice to generalconsiderations, Magua never lost sight of his individual motives. Thelatter had been frustrated by the unlooked-for events which had placedall his prisoners beyond his control; and he now found himself reducedto the necessity of suing for favors to those whom it had so lately beenhis policy to oblige. 

Several of the chiefs had proposed deep and treacherous schemes tosurprise the Delawares, and, by gaining possession of their camp, torecover their prisoners by the same blow; for all agreed that theirhonor, their interests, and the peace and happiness of their deadcountrymen, imperiously required them speedily to immolate some victimsto their revenge. But plans so dangerous to attempt, and of suchdoubtful issue, Magua found little difficulty in defeating. He exposedtheir risk and fallacy with his usual skill; and it was only after hehad removed every impediment, in the shape of opposing advice, that heventured to propose his own projects. 

He commenced by flattering the self-love of his auditors; anever-failing method of commanding attention. When he had enumerated themany different occasions on which the Hurons had exhibited their courageand prowess, in the punishment of insults, he digressed in a highencomium on the virtue of wisdom. He painted the quality, as forming thegreat point of difference between the beaver and other brutes; betweenbrutes and men; and, finally, between the Hurons, in particular, andthe rest of the human race. After he had sufficiently extolled theproperty of discretion, he undertook to exhibit in what manner its usewas applicable to the present situation of their tribe. On the one hand, he said, was their great pale father, the governor of the Canadas, whohad looked upon his children with a hard eye since their tomahawks hadbeen so red; on the other, a people as numerous as themselves, who spokea different language, possessed different interests, and loved them not, and who would be glad of any pretence to bring them in disgrace with thegreat white chief. Then he spoke of their necessities; of the gifts theyhad a right to expect for their past services; of their distance fromtheir proper hunting-grounds and native villages; and of the necessityof consulting prudence more, and inclination less, in so criticalcircumstances. When he perceived that, while the old men applauded hismoderation, many of the fiercest and most distinguished of the warriorslistened to these politic plans with lowering looks, he cunningly ledthem back to the subject which they most loved. He spoke openly of thefruits of their wisdom, which he boldly pronounced would be a completeand final triumph over their enemies. He even darkly hinted that theirsuccess might be extended, with proper caution, in such a manner as toinclude 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 eachsubject of hope, while neither could say it clearly comprehended hisintentions. 

The orator, or the politician, who can produce such a state of things, is commonly popular with his contemporaries, however he may be treatedby posterity. All perceived that more was meant than was uttered, andeach one believed that the hidden meaning was precisely such as his ownfaculties enabled him to understand, or his own wishes led him toanticipate. 

In this happy state of things, it is not surprising that the managementof Magua prevailed. The tribe consented to act with deliberation, andwith one voice they committed the direction of the whole affair to thegovernment of the chief who had suggested such wise and intelligibleexpedients. 

Magua had now attained one great object of all his cunning andenterprise. The ground he had lost in the favor of his people wascompletely regained, and he found himself even placed at the head ofaffairs. He was, in truth, their ruler; and, so long as he couldmaintain his popularity, no monarch could be more despotic, especiallywhile the tribe continued in a hostile country. Throwing off, therefore, the appearance of consultation, he assumed the grave air of authoritynecessary to support the dignity of his office. 

Runners were despatched for intelligence in different directions; spieswere ordered to approach and feel the encampment of the Delawares; thewarriors were dismissed to their lodges, with an intimation that theirservices would soon be needed; and the women and children were orderedto retire, with a warning that it was their province to be silent. Whenthese several arrangements were made, Magua passed through the village, stopping here and there to pay a visit where he thought his presencemight be flattering to the individual. He confirmed his friends in theirconfidence, fixed the wavering, and gratified all. Then he sought hisown lodge. The wife the Huron chief had abandoned, when he was chasedfrom among his people, was dead. Children he had none; and he nowoccupied a hut, without companion of any sort. It was, in fact, thedilapidated and solitary structure in which David had been discovered, and whom he had tolerated in his presence, on those few occasions whenthey met, with the contemptuous indifference of a haughty superiority. 

Hither, then, Magua retired, when his labors of policy were ended. Whileothers slept, however, he neither knew nor sought repose. Had there beenone sufficiently curious to have watched the movements of the newlyelected 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 hisretirement to the time he had appointed for the warriors to assembleagain. Occasionally the air breathed through the crevices of the hut, and the low flames that fluttered about the embers of the fire threwtheir wavering light on the person of the sullen recluse. At suchmoments it would not have been difficult to have fancied the duskysavage the Prince of Darkness, brooding on his own fancied wrongs, andplotting evil. 

Long before the day dawned, however, warrior after warrior entered thesolitary hut of Magua, until they had collected to the number of twenty. Each bore his rifle, and all the other accoutrements of war, though thepaint was uniformly peaceful. The entrance of these fierce-lookingbeings was unnoticed; some seating themselves in the shadows of theplace, and others standing like motionless statues, until the whole ofthe designated band was collected. 

Then Magua arose and gave the signal to proceed, marching himself inadvance. They followed their leader singly, and in that well-known orderwhich has obtained the distinguishing appellation of "Indian file. "Unlike other men engaged in the spirit-stirring business of war, theystole from their camp unostentatiously and unobserved, resembling a bandof gliding spectres, more than warriors seeking the bubble reputation bydeeds of desperate daring. 

Instead of taking the path which led directly towards the camp of theDelawares, Magua led his party for some distance down the windings ofthe stream, and along the little artificial lake of the beavers. The daybegan to dawn as they entered the clearing which had been formed bythose sagacious and industrious animals. Though Magua, who had resumedhis ancient garb, bore the outline of a fox on the dressed skin whichformed his robe, there was one chief of his party who carried the beaveras his peculiar symbol, or "totem. " There would have been a species ofprofanity in the omission, had this man passed so powerful a communityof his fancied kindred, without bestowing some evidence of his regard. Accordingly, he paused, and spoke in words as kind and friendly as if hewere addressing more intelligent beings. He called the animals hiscousins, and reminded them that his protecting influence was the reasonthey remained unharmed, while so many avaricious traders were promptingthe Indians to take their lives. He promised a continuance of hisfavors, and admonished them to be grateful. After which, he spoke of theexpedition in which he was himself engaged, and intimated, though withsufficient delicacy and circumlocution, the expediency of bestowing ontheir relative a portion of that wisdom for which they were sorenowned. [24]

During the utterance of this extraordinary address, the companions ofthe speaker were as grave and as attentive to his language as thoughthey were all equally impressed with its propriety. Once or twice blackobjects were seen rising to the surface of the water, and the Huronexpressed pleasure, conceiving that his words were not bestowed invain. Just as he had ended his address, the head of a large beaver wasthrust from the door of a lodge, whose earthen walls had been muchinjured, and which the party had believed, from its situation, to beuninhabited. Such an extraordinary sign of confidence was received bythe orator as a highly favorable omen; and though the animal retreated alittle precipitately, he was lavish of his thanks and commendations. 

When Magua thought sufficient time had been lost in gratifying thefamily affection of the warrior, he again made the signal to proceed. Asthe Indians moved away in a body, and with a step that would have beeninaudible to the ears of any common man, the same venerable-lookingbeaver once more ventured his head from its cover. Had any of the Huronsturned to look behind them, they would have seen the animal watchingtheir movements with an interest and sagacity that might easily havebeen mistaken for reason. Indeed, so very distinct and intelligible werethe devices of the quadruped, that even the most experienced observerwould have been at a loss to account for its actions, until the momentwhen the party entered the forest, when the whole would have beenexplained, by seeing the entire animal issue from the lodge, uncasing, by the act, the grave features of Chingachgook from his mask of fur. 

CHAPTER XXVIII

 "Brief, I pray 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 oftenmentioned, and whose present place of encampment was so nigh thetemporary village of the Hurons, could assemble about an equal number ofwarriors with the latter people. Like their neighbors, they had followedMontcalm into the territories of the English crown, and were makingheavy and serious inroads on the hunting-grounds of the Mohawks; thoughthey had seen fit, with the mysterious reserve so common among thenatives, to withhold their assistance at the moment when it was mostrequired. The French had accounted for this unexpected defection on thepart of their ally in various ways. It was the prevalent opinion, however, that they had been influenced by veneration for the ancienttreaty, that had once made them dependent on the Six Nations formilitary protection, and now rendered them reluctant to encounter theirformer masters. As for the tribe itself, it had been content to announceto Montcalm, through his emissaries, with Indian brevity, that theirhatchets were dull, and time was necessary to sharpen them. The politiccaptain of the Canadas had deemed it wiser to submit to entertain apassive friend, than by any acts of ill-judged severity to convert himinto an open enemy. 

On that morning when Magua led his silent party from the settlement ofthe beavers into the forest, in the manner described, the sun rose uponthe Delaware encampment as if it had suddenly burst upon a busy people, actively employed in all the customary avocations of high noon. Thewomen ran from lodge to lodge, some engaged in preparing their morning'smeal, a few earnestly bent on seeking the comforts necessary to theirhabits, but more pausing to exchange hasty and whispered sentences withtheir friends. The warriors were lounging in groups, musing more thanthey conversed; and when a few words were uttered, speaking like men whodeeply weighed their opinions. The instruments of the chase were to beseen in abundance among the lodges; but none departed. Here and there awarrior was examining his arms, with an attention that is rarelybestowed on the implements, when no other enemy than the beasts of theforest is expected to be encountered. And, occasionally, the eyes of awhole group were turned simultaneously towards a large and silent lodgein the centre of the village, as if it contained the subject of theircommon thoughts. 

During the existence of this scene, a man suddenly appeared at thefarthest extremity of a platform of rock which formed the level of thevillage. He was without arms, and his paint tended rather to soften thanincrease the natural sternness of his austere countenance. When in fullview of the Delawares he stopped, and made a gesture of amity, bythrowing his arm upward towards heaven, and then letting it fallimpressively on his breast. The inhabitants of the village answered hissalute by a low murmur of welcome, and encouraged him to advance bysimilar indications of friendship. Fortified by these assurances, thedark figure left the brow of the natural rocky terrace, where it hadstood a moment, drawn in a strong outline against the blushing morningsky, and moved with dignity into the very centre of the huts. As heapproached, nothing was audible but the rattling of the light silverornaments that loaded his arms and neck, and the tinkling of the littlebells that fringed his deer-skin moccasins. He made, as he advanced, many courteous signs of greeting to the men he passed, neglecting tonotice the women, however, like one who deemed their favor, in thepresent enterprise, of no importance. When he had reached the group inwhich it was evident, by the haughtiness of their common mien, that theprincipal chiefs were collected, the stranger paused, and then theDelawares saw that the active and erect form that stood before them wasthat of the well-known Huron chief, Le Renard Subtil. 

His reception was grave, silent, and wary. The warriors in front steppedaside, opening the way to their most approved orator by the action; onewho spoke all those languages that were cultivated among the northernaborigines. 

"The wise Huron is welcome, " said the Delaware, in the language of theMaquas; "he is come to eat his 'succotash, '[25] with his brothers of thelakes. "

"He is come, " repeated Magua, bending his head with the dignity of anEastern prince. 

The chief extended his arm, and taking the other by the wrist, they oncemore exchanged friendly salutations. Then the Delaware invited his guestto enter his own lodge, and share his morning meal. The invitation wasaccepted; and the two warriors, attended by three or four of the oldmen, walked calmly away, leaving the rest of the tribe devoured by adesire to understand the reasons of so unusual a visit, and yet notbetraying the least impatience by sign or word. 

During the short and frugal repast that followed, the conversation wasextremely circumspect, and related entirely to the events of the hunt inwhich Magua had so lately been engaged. It would have been impossiblefor the most finished breeding to wear more of the appearance ofconsidering the visit as a matter of course, than did his hosts, notwithstanding every individual present was perfectly aware that itmust be connected with some secret object, and that probably ofimportance to themselves. When the appetites of the whole were appeased, the squaws removed the trenchers and gourd, and the two parties began toprepare themselves for a subtle trial of their wits. 

"Is the face of my great Canada father turned again towards his Huronchildren?" demanded the orator of the Delawares. 

"When was it ever otherwise?" returned Magua. "He calls my people 'mostbeloved. '"

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. "

"It is so; but they are now bright and dull; for the Yengeese are dead, and the Delawares are our neighbors. "

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 moreemphatically. 

The baffled Magua continued silent several minutes, apparentlyindifferent, however, to the repulse he had received in this his openeffort to gain possession of Cora. 

"Do my young men leave the Delawares room on the mountains for theirhunts?" he at length continued. 

"The Lenape are rulers of their own hills, " returned the other, a littlehaughtily. 

"It is well. Justice is the master of a redskin! Why should theybrighten their tomahawks, and sharpen their knives against each other?Are not the pale-faces thicker than the swallows in the season offlowers?"

"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 theDelawares, before he added, --

"Have there not been strange moccasins in the woods? Have not mybrothers scented the feet of white men?"

"Let my Canada father come, " returned the other evasively; "his childrenare ready to see him. "

"When the great chief comes, it is to smoke with the Indians in theirwigwams. The Hurons say, too, he is welcome. But the Yengeese have longarms, and legs that never tire! My young men dreamed they had seen thetrail 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, " saidMagua, once more shifting his ground, when he found himself unable topenetrate the caution of his companion. "I have brought gifts to mybrother. His nation would not go on the war-path because they did notthink it well; but their friends have remembered where they lived. "

When he had thus announced his liberal intention, the crafty chiefarose, and gravely spread his presents before the dazzled eyes of hishosts. They consisted principally of trinkets of little value, plunderedfrom the slaughtered females of William Henry. In the division of thebaubles the cunning Huron discovered no less art than in theirselection. While he bestowed those of greater value on the two mostdistinguished warriors, one of whom was his host, he seasoned hisofferings to their inferiors with such well-timed and appositecompliments, as left them no grounds of complaint. In short, the wholeceremony contained such a happy blending of the profitable with theflattering, that it was not difficult for the donor immediately to readthe effect of a generosity so aptly mingled with praise, in the eyes ofthose he addressed. 

This well-judged and politic stroke on the part of Magua was not withoutinstantaneous results. The Delawares lost their gravity in a much morecordial expression; and the host, in particular, after contemplating hisown liberal share of the spoil for some moments with peculiargratification, repeated with strong emphasis, the words, --

"My brother is a wise chief. He is welcome!"

"The Hurons love their friends the Delawares, " returned Magua. "Whyshould they not? they are colored by the same sun, and their just menwill hunt in the same grounds after death. The redskins should befriends, and look with open eyes on the white men. Has not my brotherscented spies in the woods?"

The Delaware, whose name in English signified "Hard Heart, " anappellation that the French had translated into "Le Coeur-dur, " forgotthe obduracy of purpose, which had probably obtained him so significanta title. His countenance grew very sensibly less stern, and now deignedto answer more directly. 

"There have been strange moccasins about my camp. They have been trackedinto my lodges. "

"Did my brother beat out the dogs?" asked Magua, without adverting inany manner to the former equivocation of the chief. 

"It would not do. The stranger is always welcome to the children of theLenape. "

"The stranger, but not the spy. "

"Would the Yengeese send their women as spies? Did not the Huron chiefsay he took women in the battle?"

"He told no lie. The Yengeese have sent out their scouts. They have beenin my wigwams, but they found there no one to say welcome. Then theyfled to the Delawares--for, 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 advancedstate of society, would have entitled Magua to the reputation of askilful diplomatist. The recent defection of the tribe had, as they wellknew themselves, subjected the Delawares to much reproach among theirFrench allies; and they were now made to feel that their future actionswere to be regarded with jealousy and distrust. There was no deepinsight into causes and effects necessary to foresee that such asituation of things was likely to prove highly prejudicial to theirfuture movements. Their distant villages, their hunting-grounds, andhundreds of their women and children, together with a material part oftheir physical force, were actually within the limits of the Frenchterritory. Accordingly, this alarming annunciation was received, asMagua intended, with manifest disapprobation, if not with alarm. 

"Let my father look in my face, " said Le Coeur-dur; "he will see nochange. It is true, my young men did not go out on the war-path; theyhad dreams for not doing so. But they love and venerate the great whitechief. "

"Will he think so when he hears that his greatest enemy is fed in thecamp of his children? When he is told a bloody Yengee smokes at yourfire? That the pale-face who has slain so many of his friends goes inand out among the Delawares? Go! my great Canada father is not a fool!"

"Where is the Yengee that the Delawares fear?" returned the other; "whohas slain my young men? who is the mortal enemy of my Great Father!"

"La Longue Carabine. "

The Delaware warriors started at the well-known name, betraying, bytheir amazement, that they now learnt, for the first time, one so famousamong the Indian allies of France was within their power. 

"What does my brother mean?" demanded Le Coeur-dur, in a tone that, byits wonder, far exceeded the usual apathy of his race. 

"A Huron never lies!" returned Magua coldly, leaning his head againstthe side of the lodge, and drawing his slight robe across his tawnybreast. "Let the Delawares count their prisoners; they will find onewhose skin is neither red nor pale. "

A long and musing pause succeeded. The chief consulted apart with hiscompanions, and messengers were despatched to collect certain others ofthe most distinguished men of the tribe. 

As warrior after warrior dropped in, they were each made acquainted, inturn, with the important intelligence that Magua had just communicated. The air of surprise, and the usual low, deep, guttural exclamation, werecommon to them all. The news spread from mouth to mouth, until the wholeencampment became powerfully agitated. The women suspended theirlabors, to catch such syllables as unguardedly fell from the lips of theconsulting warriors. The boys deserted their sports, and walkingfearlessly among their fathers, looked up in curious admiration, as theyheard the brief exclamations of wonder they so freely expressed at thetemerity of their hated foe. In short, every occupation was abandonedfor the time, and all other pursuits seemed discarded, in order that thetribe might freely indulge, after their own peculiar manner, in an openexpression of feeling. 

When the excitement had a little abated, the old men disposed themselvesseriously to consider that which it became the honor and safety of theirtribe to perform, under circumstances of so much delicacy andembarrassment. During all these movements, and in the midst of thegeneral commotion, Magua had not only maintained his seat, but the veryattitude he had originally taken, against the side of the lodge, wherehe continued as immovable, and, apparently, as unconcerned, as if he hadno interest in the result. Not a single indication of the futureintentions of his hosts, however, escaped his vigilant eyes. With hisconsummate knowledge of the nature of the people with whom he had todeal, he anticipated every measure on which they decided; and it mightalmost be said, that, in many instances, he knew their intentions, evenbefore they became known to themselves. 

The council of the Delawares was short. When it was ended, a generalbustle announced that it was to be immediately succeeded by a solemn andformal assemblage of the nation. As such meetings were rare, and onlycalled on occasions of the last importance, the subtle Huron, who stillsat apart, a wily and dark observer of the proceedings, now knew thatall his projects must be brought to their final issue. He therefore leftthe lodge, and walked silently forth to the place in front of theencampment whither the warriors were already beginning to collect. 

It might have been half an hour before each individual, including eventhe women and children, was in his place. The delay had been created bythe grave preparations that were deemed necessary to so solemn andunusual a conference. But when the sun was seen climbing above the topsof that mountain against whose bosom the Delawares had constructed theirencampment, most were seated; and as his bright rays darted from behindthe outline of trees that fringed the eminence, they fell upon as grave, as attentive, and as deeply interested a multitude, as was probablyever before lighted by his morning beams. Its number somewhat exceeded athousand souls. 

In a collection of such serious savages, there is never to be found anyimpatient aspirant after premature distinction, standing ready to movehis auditors to some hasty, and, perhaps, injudicious discussion, inorder that his own reputation may be the gainer. An act of so muchprecipitancy and presumption would seal the downfall of precociousintellect forever. It rested solely with the oldest and most experiencedof the men to lay the subject of the conference before the people. Untilsuch a one chose to make some movement, no deeds in arms, no naturalgifts, nor any renown as an orator, would have justified the slightestinterruption. On the present occasion, the aged warrior whose privilegeit was to speak, was silent, seemingly oppressed with the magnitude ofhis subject. The delay had already continued long beyond the usualdeliberative pause that always precedes a conference; but no sign ofimpatience or surprise escaped even the youngest boy. Occasionally, aneye was raised from the earth, where the looks of most were riveted, andstrayed towards a particular lodge, that was, however, in no mannerdistinguished from those around it, except in the peculiar care that hadbeen taken to protect it against the assaults of the weather. 

At length, one of those low murmurs that are so apt to disturb amultitude, was heard, and the whole nation arose to their feet by acommon impulse. At that the door of the lodge in question opened, andthree men, issuing from it, slowly approached the place of consultation. They were all aged, even beyond that period to which the oldest presenthad reached; but one in the centre, who leaned on his companions forsupport, had numbered an amount of years to which the human race isseldom permitted to attain. His frame, which had once been tall anderect, like the cedar, was now bending under the pressure of more than acentury. The elastic, light step of an Indian was gone, and in its placehe was compelled to toil his tardy way over the ground, inch by inch. His dark, wrinkled countenance was in singular and wild contrast withthe long white locks which floated on his shoulders in such thickness asto announce that generations had probably passed away since they hadlast been shorn. 

The dress of this patriarch--for such, considering his vast age, inconjunction with his affinity and influence with his people, he mightvery properly be termed--was rich and imposing, though strictly afterthe simple fashions of the tribe. His robe was of the finest skins, which had been deprived of their fur, in order to admit of ahieroglyphical representation of various deeds in arms, done in formerages. His bosom was loaded with medals, some in massive silver, and oneor two even in gold, the gifts of various Christian potentates duringthe long period of his life. He also wore armlets, and cinctures abovethe ankles, of the latter precious metal. His head, on the whole ofwhich the hair had been permitted to grow, the pursuits of war having solong been abandoned, was encircled by a sort of plated diadem, which, inits turn, bore lesser and more glittering ornaments, that sparkled amidthe glossy hues of three drooping ostrich feathers, dyed a deep black, in touching contrast to the color of his snow-white locks. His tomahawkwas nearly hid in silver, and the handle of his knife shone like a hornof solid gold. 

So soon as the first hum of emotion and pleasure, which the suddenappearance of this venerated individual created, had a little subsided, the name of "Tamenund" was whispered from mouth to mouth. Magua hadoften heard the fame of this wise and just Delaware; a reputation thateven proceeded so far as to bestow on him the rare gift of holdingsecret communion with the Great Spirit, and which has since transmittedhis name, with some slight alteration, to the white usurpers of hisancient territory, as the imaginary tutelar saint of a vast empire. TheHuron chief, therefore, stepped eagerly out a little from the throng, toa spot whence he might catch a nearer glimpse of the features of theman, whose decision was likely to produce so deep an influence on hisown fortunes. 

The eyes of the old man were closed, as though the organs were weariedwith having so long witnessed the selfish workings of the humanpassions. The color of his skin differed from that of most around him, being richer and darker, the latter hue having been produced by certaindelicate and mazy lines of complicated and yet beautiful figures, whichhad been traced over most of his person by the operation of tattooing. Notwithstanding the position of the Huron, he passed the observant andsilent Magua without notice, and leaning on his two venerable supportersproceeded to the high place of the multitude, where he seated himself inthe centre of his nation, with the dignity of a monarch and the air of afather. 

Nothing could surpass the reverence and affection with which thisunexpected visit from one who belonged rather to another world than tothis, was received by his people. After a suitable and decent pause, theprincipal chiefs arose; and approaching the patriarch, they placed hishands reverently on their heads, seeming to entreat a blessing. Theyounger men were content with touching his robe, or even drawing nighhis person, in order to breathe in the atmosphere of one so aged, sojust, and so valiant. None but the most distinguished among the youthfulwarriors even presumed so far as to perform the latter ceremony; thegreat mass of the multitude deeming it a sufficient happiness to lookupon a form so deeply venerated, and so well beloved. When these acts ofaffection and respect were performed, the chiefs drew back again totheir several places, and silence reigned in the whole encampment. 

After a short delay, a few of the young men, to whom instructions hadbeen whispered by one of the aged attendants of Tamenund, arose, leftthe crowd, and entered the lodge which has already been noted as theobject of so much attention throughout that morning. In a few minutesthey reappeared, escorting the individuals who had caused all thesesolemn preparations towards the seat of judgment. The crowd opened in alane; and when the party had re-entered, it closed in again, forming alarge and dense belt of human bodies, arranged in an open circle. 

CHAPTER XXIX

 "The assembly seated, rising o'er the rest, Achilles thus the king of men addressed. "

 POPE'S _Iliad. _

Cora stood foremost among the prisoners, entwining her arms in those ofAlice, in the tenderness of sisterly love. Notwithstanding the fearfuland menacing array of savages on every side of her, no apprehension onher own account could prevent the noble-minded maiden from keeping hereyes fastened on the pale and anxious features of the trembling Alice. Close at their side stood Heyward, with an interest in both, that, atsuch a moment of intense uncertainty, scarcely knew a preponderance infavor of her whom he most loved. Hawkeye had placed himself a little inthe rear, with a deference to the superior rank of his companions, thatno similarity in the state of their present fortunes could induce him toforget. 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 thepatriarch 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 hiseyes around the dark and silent assembly, and recoiled a pace, when theyfell on the malignant visage of Magua. He saw, at once, that this wilysavage had some secret agency in their present arraignment before thenation, and determined to throw every possible impediment in the way ofthe execution of his sinister plans. He had witnessed one instance ofthe summary punishments of the Indians, and now dreaded that hiscompanion was to be selected for a second. In this dilemma, with littleor no time for reflection, he suddenly determined to cloak hisinvaluable friend, at any or every hazard to himself. Before he hadtime, 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 inyonder woods. Our deeds shall speak for us!"

"This is the warrior whose name has filled our ears!" returned thechief, regarding Heyward with that sort of curious interest which seemsinseparable from man, when first beholding one of his fellows to whommerit or accident, virtue or crime, has given notoriety. "What hasbrought 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 needsno other shelter than a sky without clouds; and the Delawares are theenemies, 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, nowadvanced steadily to the front. 

"That I did not answer to the call for La Longue Carabine, was not owingeither to shame or fear, " he said; "for neither one nor the other is thegift of an honest man. But I do not admit the right of the Mingos tobestow a name on one whose friends have been mindful of his gifts, inthis particular; especially as their title is a lie, 'Killdeer' being agrooved barrel and no carabyne. I am the man, however, that got the nameof Nathaniel from my kin; the compliment of Hawkeye from the Delawares, who live on their own river; and whom the Iroquois have presumed tostyle the 'Long Rifle, ' without any warranty from him who is mostconcerned in the matter. "

The eyes of all present, which had hitherto been gravely scanning theperson of Duncan, were now turned, on the instant, towards the uprightiron frame of this new pretender to the distinguished appellation. Itwas in no degree remarkable that there should be found two who werewilling to claim so great an honor, for impostors, though rare, were notunknown amongst the natives; but it was altogether material to the justand severe intentions of the Delawares, that there should be no mistakein the matter. Some of their old men consulted together in private, andthen, as it would seem, they determined to interrogate their visitor onthe subject. 

"My brother has said that a snake crept into my camp, " said the chief toMagua; "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 dognever lies, but when was a wolf known to speak the truth?"

The eyes of Magua flashed fire; but, suddenly recollecting the necessityof maintaining his presence of mind, he turned away in silent disdain, well assured that the sagacity of the Indians would not fail to extractthe 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 mostconsiderate language. 

"My brother has been called a liar, " he said, "and his friends areangry. They will show that he has spoken the truth. Give my prisonersguns, and let them prove which is the man. "

Magua affected to consider the expedient, which he well knew proceededfrom distrust of himself, as a compliment, and made a gesture ofacquiescence, well content that his veracity should be supported by soskilful a marksman as the scout. The weapons were instantly placed inthe hands of the friendly opponents, and they were bid to fire over theheads of the seated multitude at an earthen vessel, which lay, byaccident, 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 the deception, until apprised ofthe real designs of Magua. Raising his rifle with the utmost care, andrenewing his aim three several times, he fired. The bullet cut the woodwithin a few inches of the vessel; and a general exclamation ofsatisfaction announced that the shot was considered a proof of greatskill in the use of the weapon. Even Hawkeye nodded his head, as if hewould say, it was better than he had expected. But, instead ofmanifesting an intention to contend with the successful marksman, hestood leaning on his rifle for more than a minute, like a man who wascompletely buried in thought. From this reverie he was, however, awakened by one of the young Indians who had furnished the arms, and whonow 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 righthand, and shaking it at Magua, with as much apparent ease as if it werea reed; "yes, Huron, I could strike you now, and no power of earth couldprevent the deed! The soaring hawk is not more certain of the dove thanI 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 Imight draw down evil on tender and innocent heads. If you know such abeing as God, thank Him, therefore, in your inward soul; for you havereason. "

The flushed countenance, angry eye, and swelling figure of the scout, produced a sensation of secret awe in all that heard him. The Delawaresheld their breath in expectation; but Magua himself, even while hedistrusted 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, " replied the young Delaware at the elbow of the scout. 

"Beat what, fool!--what!" exclaimed Hawkeye, still flourishing theweapon angrily above his head, though his eye no longer sought theperson of Magua. 

"If the white man is the warrior he pretends, " said the aged chief, "lethim strike nigher to the mark. "

The scout laughed aloud--a noise that produced the startling effect ofan unnatural sound on Heyward; then dropping the piece heavily into hisextended left hand, it was discharged, apparently by the shock, drivingthe fragments of the vessel into the air, and scattering them on everyside. Almost at the same instant, the rattling sound of the rifle washeard, 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, andfinally swelled into sounds that denoted a lively opposition in thesentiments of the spectators. While some openly testified theirsatisfaction at so unexampled dexterity, by far the larger portion ofthe tribe were inclined to believe the success of the shot was theresult of accident. Heyward was not slow to confirm an opinion that wasso favorable to his own pretentions. 

"It was chance!" he exclaimed; "none can shoot without an aim!"

"Chance!" echoed the excited woodsman, who was now stubbornly bent onmaintaining his identity at every hazard, and on whom the secret hintsof Heyward to acquiesce in the deception were entirely lost. "Doesyonder lying Huron, too, think it chance? Give him another gun, andplace us face to face, without cover or dodge, and let Providence, andour own eyes, decide the matter atween us! I do not make the offer toyou, 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 assert you to be La Longue Carabine. "

It were impossible to say what violent assertion the stubborn Hawkeyewould 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, thoughhe watched the movement of the marksman with jealous eyes, any furthercause for apprehension. 

"Now let it be proved, in the face of this tribe of Delawares, which isthe better man, " cried the scout, tapping the butt of his piece withthat finger which had pulled so many fatal triggers. "You see the gourdhanging against yonder tree, major; if you are a marksman fit for theborders, let me see you break its shell!"

Duncan noted the object, and prepared himself to renew the trial. Thegourd was one of the usual little vessels used by the Indians, and itwas suspended from a dead branch of a small pine, by a thong ofdeer-skin, at the full distance of a hundred yards. So strangelycompounded is the feeling of self-love, that the young soldier, while heknew the utter worthlessness of the suffrages of his savage umpires, forgot the sudden motives of the contest in a wish to excel. It has beenseen, already, that his skill was far from being contemptible, and henow resolved to put forth its nicest qualities. Had his life depended onthe issue, the aim of Duncan could not have been more deliberate orguarded. He fired; and three or four young Indians, who sprang forwardat the report, announced with a shout, that the ball was in the tree, avery little on one side of the proper object. The warriors uttered acommon ejaculation of pleasure, and then turned their eyes inquiringlyon the movements of his rival. 

"It may do for the Royal Americans!" said Hawkeye, laughing once morein his own silent, heartfelt manner; "but had my gun often turned somuch from the true line, many a marten, whose skin is now in a lady'smuff, would still be in the woods; ay, and many a bloody Mingo, who hasdeparted to his final account, would be acting his deviltries at thisvery day, atween the provinces. I hope the squaw who owns the gourd hasmore 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 muzzlefrom the earth: the motion was steady, uniform, and in one direction. When on a perfect level, it remained for a single moment, without tremoror variation, as though both man and rifle were carved in stone. Duringthat stationary instant, it poured forth its contents, in a bright, glancing sheet of flame. Again the young Indians bounded forward; buttheir hurried search and disappointed looks announced that no traces ofthe 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 obligatemyself 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 of these woods, you mustlook in the object and not around it!"

The Indian youths instantly comprehended his meaning--for this time hespoke in the Delaware tongue--and tearing the gourd from the tree, theyheld it on high with an exulting shout, displaying a hole in its bottom, which had been cut by the bullet, after passing through the usualorifice in the centre of its upper side. At this unexpected exhibition, a loud and vehement expression of pleasure burst from the mouth of everywarrior present. It decided the question, and effectually establishedHawkeye in the possession of his dangerous reputation. Those curious andadmiring eyes which had been turned again on Heyward, were finallydirected to the weather-beaten form of the scout, who immediately becamethe principal object of attention to the simple and unsophisticatedbeings by whom he was surrounded. When the sudden and noisy commotionhad a little subsided, the aged chief resumed his examination. 

"Why did you wish to stop my ears?" he said, addressing Duncan; "arethe Delawares fools, that they could not know the young panther from thecat?"

"They will yet find the Huron a singing-bird, " said Duncan, endeavoringto adopt the figurative language of the natives. 

"It is good. We will know who can shut the ears of men. Brother, " addedthe chief, turning his eyes on Magua, "the Delawares listen. "

Thus singled, and directly called on to declare his object, the Huronarose; and advancing with great deliberation and dignity into the verycentre of the circle, where he stood confronted to the prisoners, heplaced himself in an attitude to speak. Before opening his mouth, however, he bent his eyes slowly along the whole living boundary ofearnest faces as if to temper his expressions to the capacities of hisaudience. On Hawkeye he cast a glance of respectful enmity; on Duncan, alook of inextinguishable hatred; the shrinking figure of Alice hescarcely deigned to notice; but when his glance met the firm, commanding, and yet lovely form of Cora, his eye lingered a moment, withan expression that it might have been difficult to define. Then, filledwith his own dark intentions, he spoke in the language of the Canadas, atongue that he well knew was comprehended by most of his auditors. 

"The Spirit that made men colored them differently, " commenced thesubtle Huron. "Some are blacker than the sluggish bear. These He saidwould be slaves; and He ordered them to work forever, like the beaver. You may hear them groan, when the south wind blows, louder than thelowing buffaloes, along the shores of the great salt lake, where the bigcanoes come and go with them in droves. Some He made with faces palerthan the ermine of the forests: and these He ordered to be traders; dogsto their women, and wolves to their slaves. He gave this people thenature of the pigeon: wings that never tire; young, more plentiful thanthe leaves on the trees, and appetites to devour the earth. He gave themtongues like the false call of the wild-cat; hearts like rabbits; thecunning of the hog (but none of the fox), and arms longer than the legsof the moose. With his tongue, he stops the ears of the Indians; hisheart teaches him to pay warriors to fight his battles; his cunningtells him how to get together the goods of the earth; and his armsinclose the land from the shores of the salt-water to the islands of thegreat lake. His gluttony makes him sick. God gave him enough, and yethe wants all. Such are the pale-faces. 

"Some the Great Spirit made with skins brighter and redder than yondersun, " continued Magua, pointing impressively upwards to the luridluminary, which was struggling through the misty atmosphere of thehorizon; "and these did He fashion to His own mind. He gave them thisisland as He had made it, covered with trees, and filled with game. Thewind made their clearings; the sun and rains ripened their fruits; andthe snows came to tell them to be thankful. What need had they of roadsto journey by! They saw through the hills. When the beavers worked, theylay in the shade, and looked on. The winds cooled them in summer; inwinter, skins kept them warm. If they fought among themselves, it was toprove that they were men. They were brave; they were just; they werehappy. "

Here the speaker paused, and again looked around him, to discover if hislegend had touched the sympathies of his listeners. He met everywherewith eyes riveted on his own, heads erect, and nostrils expanded, as ifeach individual present felt himself able and willing, singly, toredress the wrongs of his race. 

"If the Great Spirit gave different tongues to his red children, " hecontinued, in a low, still, melancholy voice, "it was that all animalsmight understand them. Some He placed among the snows, with their cousinthe bear. Some he placed near the setting sun, on the road to the happyhunting-grounds. Some on the lands around the great fresh waters; but tohis greatest, and most beloved, He gave the sands of the salt lake. Domy 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 inreverence 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 thewoods, tell a wise people their own traditions? Why remind them of theirinjuries; their ancient greatness; their deeds; their glory; theirhappiness, --their losses; their defeats; their misery? Is there not oneamong them who has seen it all, and who knows it to be true? I havedone. My tongue is still, for my heart is of lead. I listen. "

As the voice of the speaker suddenly ceased, every face and all eyesturned, by a common movement, towards the venerable Tamenund. From themoment that he took his seat, until the present instant, the lips of thepatriarch had not severed, and scarcely a sign of life had escaped him. He sat bent in feebleness, and apparently unconscious of the presence hewas in, during the whole of that opening scene, in which the skill ofthe scout had been so clearly established. At the nicely graduated soundof 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 thecrafty Huron spoke of his nation by name, the eyelids of the old manraised themselves, and he looked out upon the multitude with that sortof dull unmeaning expression which might be supposed to belong to thecountenance of a spectre. Then he made an effort to rise, and beingupheld by his supporters, he gained his feet, in a posture commanding byits 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 breathlesssilence of the multitude: "who speaks of things gone! Does not the eggbecome a worm--the worm a fly, and perish? Why tell the Delawares ofgood that is past? Better thank the Manitou for that which remains. "

"It is a Wyandot, " said Magua, stepping nigher to the rude platform onwhich 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 soterrible in middle age. "Are the Mingos rulers of the earth? What bringsa Huron here?"

"Justice. His prisoners are with his brothers, and he comes for hisown. "

Tamenund turned his head towards one of his supporters, and listened tothe short explanation the man gave. Then facing the applicant, heregarded him a moment with deep attention; after which he said, in a lowand reluctant voice, --

"Justice is the law of the great Manitou. My children, give the strangerfood. 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 hisown ripened experience than with the visible objects of the world. Against such a decree there was no Delaware sufficiently hardy tomurmur, much less oppose himself. The words were barely uttered whenfour or five of the younger warriors, stepping behind Heyward and thescout, passed thongs so dexterously and rapidly around their arms, as tohold them both in instant bondage. The former was too much engrossedwith his precious and nearly insensible burden, to be aware of theirintentions before they were executed; and the latter, who consideredeven the hostile tribes of the Delawares a superior race of beings, submitted without resistance. Perhaps, however, the manner of the scoutwould not have been so passive, had he fully comprehended the languagein which the preceding dialogue had been conducted. 

Magua cast a look of triumph around the whole assembly before heproceeded to the execution of his purpose. Perceiving that the men wereunable to offer any resistance, he turned his looks on her he valuedmost. Cora met his gaze with an eye so calm and firm, that hisresolution wavered. Then recollecting his former artifice, he raisedAlice from the arms of the warrior against whom she leaned, andbeckoning Heyward to follow, he motioned for the encircling crowd toopen. But Cora, instead of obeying the impulse he had expected, rushedto 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 earswith 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 itscalamities to the miserable. "

The eyes of the old man opened heavily, and he once more looked upwardsat the multitude. As the piercing tones of the supplicant swelled on hisears, they moved slowly in the direction of her person, and finallysettled there in a steady gaze. Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, sheremained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex, looking up inhis faded, but majestic countenance, with a species of holy reverence. Gradually the expression of Tamenund's features changed, and losingtheir vacancy in admiration, they lighted with a portion of thatintelligence which a century before had been wont to communicate hisyouthful fire to the extensive bands of the Delawares. Rising withoutassistance, and seemingly without an effort, he demanded, in a voicethat startled its auditors by its firmness, --

"What art thou?"

"A woman. One of a hated race, if thou wilt--a Yengee. But one who hasnever harmed thee, and who cannot harm thy people, if she would; whoasks for succor. "

"Tell me, my children, " continued the patriarch, hoarsely, motioning tothose around him, though his eyes still dwelt upon the kneeling form ofCora, "where have the Delawares camped?"

"In the mountains of the Iroquois, beyond the clear springs of theHorican. "

"Many parching summers are come and gone, " continued the sage, "since Idrank of the water of my own rivers. The children of Minquon[26] are thejustest white men; but they were thirsty, and they took it tothemselves. Do they follow us so far?"

"We follow none; we covet nothing, " answered Cora. "Captives against ourwills, have we been brought among you; and we ask but permission todepart to our own in peace. Art thou not Tamenund--the father, thejudge, I had almost said, the prophet--of this people?"

"I am Tamenund of many days. "

"'Tis now some seven years that one of thy people was at the mercy of awhite chief on the borders of this province. He claimed to be of theblood of the good and just Tamenund. 'Go, ' said the white man, 'for thyparent's sake thou art free. ' Dost thou remember the name of thatEnglish warrior?"

"I remember, that when a laughing boy, " returned the patriarch, with thepeculiar recollection of vast age, "I stood upon the sands of thesea-shore, and saw a big canoe, with wings whiter than the swan's, andwider than many eagles, come from the rising sun. "

"Nay, nay; I speak not of a time so very distant, but of favor shown tothy kindred by one of mine, within the memory of thy youngest warrior. "

"Was it when the Yengeese and the Dutchmanne fought for thehunting-grounds of the Delawares? Then Tamenund was a chief, and firstlaid aside the bow for the lightning of the pale faces--"

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_Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in eachother and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous andbreathing model of her sex_]

"Nor yet then, " interrupted Cora, "by many ages; I speak of a thing ofyesterday. 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 fishesof the salt lake, the birds, the beasts, and the Mengwe 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 beamingeyes, she continued, in tones scarcely less penetrating than theunearthly voice of the patriarch himself, --

"Tell me, is Tamenund a father?"

The old man looked down upon her from his elevated stand, with abenignant smile on his wasted countenance, and then casting his eyesslowly over the whole assemblage, he answered, --

"Of a nation. "

"For myself I ask nothing. Like thee and thine, venerable chief, " shecontinued, pressing her hands convulsively on her heart, and sufferingher head to droop until her burning cheeks were nearly concealed in themaze of dark glossy tresses that fell in disorder upon her shoulders, "the curse of my ancestors has fallen heavily on their child. But yonderis 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 theirclose. She has many, very many, to love her, and delight in her; and sheis 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 thatthey claim not only to have the earth, but that the meanest of theircolor is better than the sachems of the redman. The dogs and crows oftheir tribes, " continued the earnest old chieftain, without heeding thewounded spirit of his listener, whose head was nearly crushed to theearth in shame, as he proceeded, "would bark and caw before they wouldtake 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. Theyentered the land at the rising, and may yet go off at the setting sun. Ihave often seen the locusts strip the leaves from the trees, but theseason of blossoms has always come again. "

"It is so, " said Cora, drawing a long breath, as if reviving from atrance, raising her face, and shaking back her shining veil, with akindling eye, that contradicted the death-like paleness of hercountenance; "but why--it is not permitted us to inquire. There is yetone of thine own people who has not been brought before thee; beforethou lettest the Huron depart in triumph, hear him speak. "

Observing Tamenund to look about him doubtingly, one of his companionssaid, --

"It is a snake--a redskin in the pay of the Yengeese. We keep him forthe torture. "

"Let him come, " returned the sage. 

Then Tamenund once more sank into his seat, and a silence so deepprevailed, while the young men prepared to obey his simple mandate, thatthe leaves, which fluttered in the draught of the light morning air, were distinctly heard rustling in the surrounding forest. 

CHAPTER XXX

 "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 theliving circle. All those eyes, which had been curiously studying thelineaments of the sage, as the source of their own intelligence, turnedon the instant, and were now bent in secret admiration on the erect, agile, and faultless person of the captive. But neither the presence inwhich he found himself, nor the exclusive attention that he attracted, in any manner disturbed the self-possession of the young Mohican. Hecast a deliberate and observing look on every side of him, meeting thesettled expression of hostility that lowered in the visages of thechiefs, with the same calmness as the curious gaze of the attentivechildren. But when, last in his haughty scrutiny, the person of Tamenundcame under his glance, his eye became fixed, as though all other objectswere already forgotten. Then advancing with a slow and noiseless step upthe area, he placed himself immediately before the footstool of thesage. Here he stood unnoted, though keenly observant himself, until oneof the chiefs apprised the latter of his presence. 

"With what tongue does the prisoner speak to the Manitou?" demanded thepatriarch, 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 ranthrough the multitude, that might not inaptly be compared to the growlof the lion, as his choler is first awakened--a fearful omen of theweight of his future anger. The effect was equally strong on the sage, though differently exhibited. He passed a hand before his eyes, as if toexclude the least evidence of so shameful a spectacle, while herepeated, in his low, guttural tones, the words he had just heard. 

"A Delaware! I have lived to see the tribes of the Lenape driven fromtheir council-fires, and scattered, like broken herds of deer, among thehills of the Iroquois! I have seen the hatchets of a strange peoplesweep woods from the valleys, that the winds of heaven had spared! Thebeasts that run on the mountains, and the birds that fly above thetrees, have I seen living in the wigwams of men; but never before have Ifound a Delaware so base as to creep, like a poisonous serpent, into thecamps of his nation. "

"The singing-birds have opened their bills, " returned Uncas, in thesoftest notes of his own musical voice; "and Tamenund has heard theirsong. "

The sage started, and bent his head aside, as if to catch the fleetingsounds of some passing melody. 

"Does Tamenund dream!" he exclaimed. "What voice is at his ear! Have thewinters gone backward! Will summer come again to the children of theLenape!"

A solemn and respectful silence succeeded this incoherent burst from thelips of the Delaware prophet. His people steadily construed hisunintelligible language into one of those mysterious conferences he wasbelieved to hold so frequently with a superior intelligence, and theyawaited the issue of the revelation in awe. After a patient pause, however, one of the aged men, perceiving that the sage had lost therecollection of the subject before them, ventured to remind him again ofthe 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 thatwhine, when the Frenchman casts ye the offals of his deer!"

Twenty knives gleamed in the air, and as many warriors sprang to theirfeet, at this biting, and perhaps merited retort; but a motion from oneof the chiefs suppressed the outbreaking of their tempers, and restoredthe appearance of quiet. The task might probably have been moredifficult, had not a movement made by Tamenund indicated that he wasagain about to speak. 

"Delaware!" resumed the sage, "little art thou worthy of thy name. Mypeople have not seen a bright sun in many winters; and the warrior whodeserts his tribe when hid in clouds is doubly a traitor. The law ofthe Manitou is just. It is so; while the rivers run and the mountainsstand, while the blossoms come and go on the trees, it must be so. He isthine, my children; deal justly by him. "

Not a limb was moved, nor was a breath drawn louder and longer thancommon, until the closing syllable of this final decree had passed thelips 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 ruthlessintentions. In the midst of these prolonged and savage yells, a chiefproclaimed, in a high voice, that the captive was condemned to endurethe dreadful trial of torture by fire. The circle broke its order, andscreams of delight mingled with the bustle and tumult of preparation. Heyward struggled madly with his captors; the anxious eyes of Hawkeyebegan to look around him, with an expression of peculiar earnestness;and Cora again threw herself at the feet of the patriarch, once more asuppliant for mercy. 

Throughout the whole of these trying moments, Uncas had alone preservedhis serenity. He looked on the preparations with a steady eye, and whenthe tormentors came to seize him, he met them with a firm and uprightattitude. One among them, if possible, more fierce and savage than hisfellows, seized the hunting-shirt of the young warrior, and at a singleeffort tore it from his body. Then, with a yell of frantic pleasure, heleaped towards his unresisting victim, and prepared to lead him to thestake. But, at that moment, when he appeared most a stranger to thefeelings of humanity, the purpose of the savage was arrested as suddenlyas if a supernatural agency had interposed in the behalf of Uncas. Theeyeballs of the Delaware seemed to start from their sockets; his mouthopened, and his whole form became frozen in an attitude of amazement. Raising his hand with a slow and regulated motion, he pointed with afinger to the bosom of the captive. His companions crowded about him inwonder, and every eye was, like his own, fastened intently on the figureof 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 thescene. Then motioning the crowd away with a high and haughty sweep ofhis arm, he advanced in front of the nation with the air of a king, andspoke in a voice louder than the murmur of admiration that ran throughthe multitude. 

"Men of the Lenni Lenape!" he said, "my race upholds the earth! Yourfeeble tribe stands on my shell![27] What fire that a Delaware can lightwould burn the child of my fathers, " he added, pointing proudly to thesimple blazonry on his skin; "the blood that came from such a stockwould smother your flames! My race is the grandfather of nations!"

"Who art thou?" demanded Tamenund, rising at the startling tones heheard, more than at any meaning conveyed by the language of theprisoner. 

"Uncas, the son of Chingachgook, " answered the captive modestly, turningfrom the nation, and bending his head in reverence to the other'scharacter and years; "a son of the great Unamis. "

"The hour of Tamenund is nigh!" exclaimed the sage; "the day is come, atlast, to the night! I thank the Manitou, that one is here to fill myplace at the council-fire. Uncas, the child of Uncas, is found! Let theeyes of a dying eagle gaze on the rising sun. "

The youth stepped lightly, but proudly, on the platform, where he becamevisible to the whole agitated and wondering multitude. Tamenund held himlong at the length of his arm, and read every turn in the finelineaments of his countenance, with the untiring gaze of one whorecalled days of happiness. 

"Is Tamenund a boy?" at length the bewildered prophet exclaimed. "Have Idreamt of so many snows--that my people were scattered like floatingsands--of Yengeese, more plenty than the leaves on the trees! The arrowof Tamenund would not frighten the fawn; his arm is withered like thebranch of a dead oak; the snail would be swifter in the race; yet isUncas before him as they went to battle against the pale-faces! Uncas, the panther of his tribe, the eldest son of the Lenape, the wisestSagamore of the Mohicans! Tell me, ye Delawares, has Tamenund been asleeper for a hundred winters?"

The calm and deep silence which succeeded these words, sufficientlyannounced the awful reverence with which his people received thecommunication of the patriarch. None dared to answer, though alllistened 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 thefriend of Tamenund led his people in battle. The blood of the turtle hasbeen in many chiefs, but all have gone back into the earth from whencethey came except Chingachgook and his son. "

"It is true--it is true, " returned the sage; a flash of recollectiondestroying all his pleasing fancies, and restoring him at once to aconsciousness of the true history of his nation. "Our wise men haveoften said that two warriors of the unchanged race were in the hills ofthe Yengeese; why have their seats at the council-fires of the Delawaresbeen so long empty?"

At these words the young man raised his head, which he had still keptbowed a little, in reverence; and lifting his voice so as to be heard bythe multitude, as if to explain at once and forever the policy of hisfamily, 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-facewas seen on every brook, we followed the deer back to the river of ournation. The Delawares were gone. Few warriors of them all stayed todrink of the stream they loved. Then said my fathers, 'Here will wehunt. The waters of the river go into the salt lake. If we go towardsthe setting sun, we shall find streams that run into the great lakes ofsweet water; there would a Mohican die, like fishes of the sea, in theclear springs. When the Manitou is ready, and shall say "Come, " we willfollow 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 towards the setting sun. We know whence he comes, but we knownot whither he goes. It is enough. "

The men of the Lenape listened to his words with all the respect thatsuperstition could lend, finding a secret charm even in the figurativelanguage with which the young Sagamore imparted his ideas. Uncas himselfwatched the effect of his brief explanation with intelligent eyes, andgradually dropped the air of authority he had assumed, as he perceivedthat his auditors were content. Then permitting his looks to wander overthe silent throng that crowded around the elevated seat of Tamenund, hefirst perceived Hawkeye in his bonds. Stepping eagerly from his stand, he made way for himself to the side of his friend; and cutting histhongs with a quick and angry stroke of his own knife, he motioned tothe crowd to divide. The Indians silently obeyed, and once more theystood ranged in their circle, as before his appearance among them. Uncastook 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 friendof 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; "forhis sight never fails. The Mingos know him better by the death he givestheir warriors; with them he is 'The Long Rifle. '"

"La Longue Carabine!" exclaimed Tamenund, opening his eyes, andregarding the scout sternly. "My son has not done well to call himfriend. "

"I call him so who proves himself such, " returned the young chief, withgreat calmness, but with a steady mien. "If Uncas is welcome among theDelawares, then is Hawkeye with his friends. "

"The pale-face has slain my young men; his name is great for the blowshe has struck the Lenape. "

"If a Mingo has whispered that much in the ear of the Delaware, he hasonly shown that he is a singing-bird, " said the scout, who now believedthat it was time to vindicate himself from such offensive charges, andwho spoke in the tongue of the man he addressed, modifying his Indianfigures, however, with his own peculiar notions. "That I have slain theMaquas I am not the man to deny, even at their own council-fires; butthat, knowingly, my hand has ever harmed a Delaware, is opposed to thereason of my gifts, which is friendly to them, and all that belongs totheir nation. "

A low exclamation of applause passed among the warriors, who exchangedlooks 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 maybe much better imagined than described, answered to the call by steppingboldly in front of the patriarch. 

"The just Tamenund, " he said, "will not keep what a Huron has lent. "

"Tell me, son of my brother, " returned the sage, avoiding the darkcountenance of Le Subtil, and turning gladly to the more ingenuousfeatures 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 heis 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 the white maiden that came 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, " repeatedTamenund, 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 ofthe 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 veryapparent with what reluctance the multitude admitted the justice of theMingo's claim. At length the sage, in whom alone the decision depended, said, in a firm voice, --

"Huron, depart. "

"As he came, just Tamenund, " demanded the wily Magua; "or with handsfilled with the faith of the Delawares? The wigwam of Le Renard Subtilis empty. Make him strong with his own. "

The aged man mused with himself for a time; and then bending his headtowards 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! thyrace will not end. "

"Better, a thousand times, it should, " exclaimed the horror-struckCora, "than meet with such a degradation!"

"Huron, her mind is in the tents of her fathers. An unwilling maidenmakes an unhappy wigwam. "

"She speaks with the tongue of her people, " returned Magua, regardinghis 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 Delawareshould be unjust. "

Magua advanced, and seized his captive strongly by the arm; theDelawares fell back, in silence; and Cora, as if conscious thatremonstrance would be useless, prepared to submit to her fate withoutresistance. 

"Hold, hold!" cried Duncan, springing forward; "Huron, have mercy! herransom shall make thee richer than any of thy people were ever yet knownto be. "

"Magua is a redskin; he wants not the beads of the pale-faces. "

"Gold, silver, powder, lead--all that a warrior needs shall be in thywigwam; all that becomes the greatest chief. "

"Le Subtil is very strong, " cried Magua, violently shaking the handwhich grasped the unresisting arm of Cora; "he has his revenge!"

"Mighty ruler of providence!" exclaimed Heyward, clasping his handstogether in agony, "can this be suffered! To you, just Tamenund, Iappeal for mercy. "

"The words of the Delaware are said, " returned the sage, closing hiseyes, and dropping back into his seat, alike wearied with his mental andhis bodily exertion. "Men speak not twice. "

"That a chief should not misspend his time in unsaying what had oncebeen spoken, is wise and reasonable, " said Hawkeye, motioning to Duncanto be silent; "but it is also prudent in every warrior to consider wellbefore he strikes his tomahawk into the head of his prisoner. Huron, Ilove you not; nor can I say that any Mingo has ever received much favorat 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 yourjudgment, then, whether you would prefer taking such a prisoner as thatinto your encampment, or one like myself, who am a man that it wouldgreatly 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 towards quitting theplace with his victim. 

"No, no; I have not said so much as that, " returned Hawkeye, drawingback with suitable discretion, when he noted the eagerness with whichMagua listened to his proposal. "It would be an unequal exchange, togive a warrior, in the prime of his age and usefulness, for the bestwoman on the frontiers. I might consent to go into winter-quarters, now--at least six weeks afore the leaves will turn--on condition youwill release the maiden. "

Magua shook his head, and made an impatient sign for the crowd to open. 

"Well, then, " added the scout, with the musing air of a man who had nothalf made up his mind, "I will throw 'Killdeer' into the bargain. Takethe word of an experienced hunter, the piece has not its equal atweenthe provinces. "

Magua still disdained to reply, continuing his efforts to disperse thecrowd. 

"Perhaps, " added the scout, losing his dissembled coolness, exactly inproportion as the other manifested an indifference to the exchange, "ifI should condition to teach your young men the real virtue of thewe'pon, it would smooth the little differences in our judgments. "

Le Renard fiercely ordered the Delawares, who still lingered in animpenetrable belt around him, in hopes he would listen to the amicableproposal, 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 hisadvantage, and will keep it! God bless you, boy; you have found friendsamong your natural kin and I hope they will prove as true as some youhave met who had no Indian cross. As for me, sooner or later, I mustdie; 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 everlastingreckoning of time. God bless you, " added the rugged woodsman, bendinghis head aside, and then instantly changing its direction again, with awistful look towards the youth; "I loved both you and your father, Uncas, though our skins are not altogether of a color, and our gifts aresomewhat different. Tell the Sagamore I never lost sight of him in mygreatest trouble; and, as for you, think of me sometimes when on a luckytrail; and depend on it, boy, whether there be one heaven or two, thereis a path in the other world by which honest men may come togetheragain. You'll find the rifle in the place we hid it; take it, and keepit for my sake; and harkee, lad, as your natural gifts don't deny youthe use of vengeance, use it a little freely on the Mingos; it mayunburden grief at my loss, and ease your mind. Huron, I accept youroffer; release the woman. I am your prisoner!"

A suppressed, but still distinct murmur of approbation, ran through thecrowd at this generous proposition; even the fiercest among the Delawarewarriors manifesting pleasure at the manliness of the intendedsacrifice. Magua paused, and for an anxious moment, it might be said, hedoubted; then casting his eyes on Cora, with an expression in whichferocity and admiration were strangely mingled, his purpose became fixedforever. 

He intimated his contempt of the offer with a backward motion of hishead, and said, in a steady and settled voice, --

"Le Renard Subtil is a great chief; he has but one mind. Come, " headded, laying his hand too familiarly on the shoulder of his captive tourge 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, intoher 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; andimmediately turning to Hawkeye, added, "Generous hunter! from my soul Ithank you. Your offer is in vain, neither could it be accepted; butstill you may serve me, even more than in your own noble intention. Lookat that drooping, humbled child! Abandon her not until you leave her inthe habitation of civilized men. I will not say, " wringing the hard handof the scout, "that her father will reward you--for such as you areabove the rewards of men--but he will thank you, and bless you. And, believe me, the blessing of a just and aged man has virtue in the sightof Heaven. Would to God, I could hear one from his lips at this awfulmoment!" Her voice became choked, and, for an instant, she was silent;then advancing a step nigher to Duncan, who was supporting herunconscious sister, she continued, in more subdued tones, but in whichfeeling and the habits of her sex maintained a fearful struggle, --"Ineed not tell you to cherish the treasure you will possess. You loveher, Heyward; that would conceal a thousand faults, though she had them. She is kind, gentle, sweet, good, as mortal may be. There is not ablemish in mind or person at which the proudest of you all would sicken. She is fair--O! how surpassingly fair!" laying her own beautiful, butless brilliant hand, in melancholy affection on the alabaster foreheadof Alice, and parting the golden hair which clustered about her brows;"and yet her soul is pure and spotless as her skin! I could saymuch--more, perhaps, than cooler reason would approve; but I will spareyou and myself"--Her voice became inaudible, and her face was bent overthe form of her sister. After a long and burning kiss, she arose, andwith features of the hue of death, but without even a tear in herfeverish eye, she turned away, and added, to the savage, with all herformer elevation of manner, --"Now, sir, if it be your pleasure, I willfollow. "

"Ay, go, " cried Duncan, placing Alice in the arms of an Indian girl;"go, Magua, go. These Delawares have their laws, which forbid them todetain you; but I--I have no such obligation. Go, malignant monster--whydo you delay?"

It would be difficult to describe the expression with which Magualistened to this threat to follow. There was at first a fierce andmanifest display of joy, and then it was instantly subdued in a look ofcunning coldness. 

"The woods are open, " he was content with answering. "'The Open Hand'can come. "

"Hold, " cried Hawkeye, seizing Duncan by the arm, and detaining him byviolence; "you know not the craft of the imp. He would lead you to anambushment, and your death--"

"Huron, " interrupted Uncas, who, submissive to the stern customs of hispeople, had been an attentive and grave listener to all that passed;"Huron, the justice of the Delawares comes from the Manitou. Look at thesun. He is now in the upper branches of the hemlock. Your path is shortand open. When he is seen above the trees, there will be men on yourtrail. "

"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 hispassage, --"Where are the petticoats of the Delawares! Let them sendtheir arrows and their guns to the Wyandots; they shall have venison toeat, and corn to hoe. Dogs, rabbits, thieves--I spit on you!"

His parting gibes were listened to in a dead, boding silence, and, withthese biting words in his mouth, the triumphant Magua passed unmolestedinto the forest, followed by his passive captive, and protected by theinviolable laws of Indian hospitality. 

CHAPTER XXXI

_"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 world. "

 _King Henry V. _

So long as their enemy and his victim continued in sight, the multituderemained motionless as beings charmed to the place by some power thatwas friendly to the Huron; but the instant he disappeared, it becametossed and agitated by fierce and powerful passion. Uncas maintained hiselevated stand, keeping his eyes on the form of Cora, until the colorsof her dress were blended with the foliage of the forest; when hedescended, and moving silently through the throng, he disappeared inthat lodge from which he had so recently issued. A few of the graver andmore attentive warriors, who caught the gleams of anger that shot fromthe eyes of the young chief in passing, followed him to the place he hadselected for his meditations. After which, Tamenund and Alice wereremoved, and the women and children were ordered to disperse. During themomentous hour that succeeded, the encampment resembled a hive oftroubled bees, who only awaited the appearance and example of theirleader to take some distant and momentous flight. 

A young warrior at length issued from the lodge of Uncas; and movingdeliberately, with a sort of grave march, towards a dwarf pine that grewin the crevices of the rocky terrace, he tore the bark from its body, and then returned whence he came without speaking. He was soon followedby another, who stripped the sapling of its branches, leaving it a nakedand blazed[28] trunk. A third colored the posts with stripes of a darkred paint; all which indications of a hostile design in the leaders ofthe nation were received by the men without in a gloomy and ominoussilence. Finally, the Mohican himself reappeared, divested of all hisattire except his girdle and leggings, and with one-half of his finefeatures hid under a cloud of threatening black. 

Uncas moved with a slow and dignified tread towards the post, which heimmediately commenced encircling with a measured step, not unlike anancient dance, raising his voice, at the same time, in the wild andirregular chant of his war-song. The notes were in the extremes of humansounds; being sometimes melancholy and exquisitely plaintive, evenrivalling the melody of birds--and then, by sudden and startlingtransitions, causing the auditors to tremble by their depth and energy. The words were few and often repeated, proceeding gradually from a sortof invocation, or hymn to the Deity, to an intimation of the warrior'sobject, and terminating as they commenced with an acknowledgment of hisown dependence on the Great Spirit. If it were possible to translate thecomprehensive and melodious language in which he spoke, the ode mightread 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, O, I see Many spots--many dark, many red: In the heavens, O, I see Many clouds. 

 "In the woods, in the air, O, I hear The whoop, the long yell, and the cry: In the woods, O, I hear The loud whoop!

 "Manitou! Manitou! Manitou! Thou art weak--thou art strong; I am slow: Manitou! Manitou! Give me aid. "

At the end of what might be called each verse he made a pause, byraising a note louder and longer than common, that was peculiarly suitedto the sentiment just expressed. The first close was solemn, andintended to convey the idea of veneration; the second descriptive, bordering on the alarming; and the third was the well known and terrificwar-whoop, which burst from the lips of the young warrior, like acombination of all the frightful sounds of battle. The last was like thefirst, humble and imploring. Three times did he repeat this song, and asoften did he encircle the post in his dance. 

At the close of the first turn, a grave and highly esteemed chief ofthe Lenape followed his example, singing words of his own, however, tomusic of a similar character. Warrior after warrior enlisted in thedance, until all of any renown and authority were numbered in its mazes. The spectacle now became wildly terrific; the fierce-looking andmenacing visages of the chiefs receiving additional power from theappalling strains in which they mingled their guttural tones. Just thenUncas struck his tomahawk deep into the post, and raised his voice in ashout, which might be termed his own battle-cry. The act announced thathe had assumed the chief authority in the intended expedition. 

It was a signal that awakened all the slumbering passions of a nation. Ahundred youths, who had hitherto been restrained by the diffidence oftheir years, rushed in a frantic body on the fancied emblem of theirenemy, and severed it asunder, splinter by splinter, until nothingremained of the trunk but its roots in the earth. During this moment oftumult, the most ruthless deeds of war were performed on the fragmentsof the tree, with as much apparent ferocity as if they were the livingvictims of their cruelty. Some were scalped; some received the keen andtrembling axe; and others suffered by thrusts from the fatal knife. Inshort, the manifestations of zeal and fierce delight were so great andunequivocal, 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, andcast his eyes up to the sun, which was just gaining the point, when thetruce with Magua was to end. The fact was soon announced by asignificant gesture, accompanied by a corresponding cry; and the wholeof the excited multitude abandoned their mimic warfare, with shrillyells of pleasure, to prepare for the more hazardous experiment of thereality. 

The whole face of the encampment was instantly changed. The warriors, who were already armed and painted, became as still as if they wereincapable of any uncommon burst of emotion. On the other hand, the womenbroke out of the lodges, with the songs of joy and those of lamentation, so strangely mingled, that it might have been difficult to have saidwhich passion preponderated. None, however, were idle. Some bore theirchoicest articles, others their young, and some their aged and infirm, into the forest, which spread itself like a verdant carpet of brightgreen 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 wouldquit a long lost and just recovered child. In the meantime, Duncan sawAlice to a place of safety, and then sought the scout, with acountenance that denoted how eagerly he also panted for the approachingcontest. 

But Hawkeye was too much accustomed to the war-song and the enlistmentsof the natives, to betray any interest in the passing scene. He merelycast an occasional look at the number and quality of the warriors, who, from time to time, signified their readiness to accompany Uncas to thefield. In this particular he was soon satisfied; for, as has beenalready seen, the power of the young chief quickly embraced everyfighting man in the nation. After this material point was sosatisfactorily decided, he despatched an Indian boy in quest of"Killdeer" and the rifle of Uncas, to the place where they had depositedthe weapons on approaching the camp of the Delawares; a measure ofdouble policy, inasmuch as it protected the arms from their own fate, ifdetained as prisoners, and gave them the advantage of appearing amongthe strangers rather as sufferers than as men provided with the means ofdefence and subsistence. In selecting another to perform the office ofreclaiming his highly prized rifle, the scout had lost sight of none ofhis habitual caution. He knew that Magua had not come unattended, and healso knew that Huron spies watched the movements of their new enemies, along the whole boundary of the woods. It would, therefore, have beenfatal to himself to have attempted the experiment; a warrior would havefared no better; but the danger of a boy would not be likely to commenceuntil after his object was discovered. When Heyward joined him, thescout 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 aconfidence, and all the hopes of young ambition, carelessly across theclearing to the wood, which he entered at a point at some littledistance from the place where the guns were secreted. The instant, however, he was concealed by the foliage of the bushes, his dusky formwas to be seen gliding, like that of a serpent, towards the desiredtreasure. He was successful; and in another moment he appeared flyingacross the narrow opening that skirted the base of the terrace on whichthe village stood, with the velocity of an arrow, and bearing a prizein each hand. He had actually gained the crags, and was leaping up theirsides with incredible activity, when a shot from the woods showed howaccurate had been the judgment of the scout. The boy answered it with afeeble but contemptuous shout; and immediately a second bullet was sentafter him from another part of the cover. At the next instant heappeared on the level above, elevating his guns in triumph, while hemoved with the air of a conqueror towards the renowned hunter who hadhonored him by so glorious a commission. 

Notwithstanding the lively interest Hawkeye had taken in the fate of hismessenger, he received "Killdeer" with a satisfaction that, momentarily, drove all other recollections from his mind. After examining the piecewith an intelligent eye, and opening and shutting the pan some ten orfifteen times, and trying sundry other equally important experiments onthe lock, he turned to the boy, and demanded with great manifestationsof 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 fleshwound had been made by one of the bullets; "but a little bruised alderwill act like a charm. In the meantime I will wrap it in a badge ofwampum! You have commenced the business of a warrior early, my braveboy, and are likely to bear a plenty of honorable scars to your grave. Iknow many young men that have taken scalps who cannot show such a markas this. Go!" having bound up the arm; "you will be a chief!"

The lad departed, prouder of his flowing blood than the vainest courtiercould be of his blushing ribbon; and stalked among the fellows of hisage, an object of general admiration and envy. 

But in a moment of so many serious and important duties, this single actof juvenile fortitude did not attract the general notice andcommendation it would have received under milder auspices. It had, however, served to apprise the Delawares of the position and theintentions of their enemies. Accordingly a party of adventurers, bettersuited to the task than the weak though spirited boy, was ordered todislodge the skulkers. The duty was soon performed; for most of theHurons retired of themselves when they found they had been discovered. The Delawares followed to a sufficient distance from their ownencampment, and then halted for orders, apprehensive of being led intoan ambush. As both parties secreted themselves, the woods were again asstill and quiet as a mild summer morning and deep solitude could renderthem. 

The calm but still impatient Uncas now collected his chiefs, and dividedhis power. He presented Hawkeye as a warrior, often tried, and alwaysfound deserving of confidence. When he found his friend met with afavorable reception, he bestowed on him the command of twenty men, likehimself, active, skilful, and resolute. He gave the Delawares tounderstand the rank of Heyward among the troops of the Yengeese, andthen tendered to him a trust of equal authority. But Duncan declined thecharge, professing his readiness to serve as a volunteer by the side ofthe scout. After this disposition, the young Mohican appointed variousnative chiefs to fill the different situations of responsibility, andthe 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 theyencounter any living objects, that could either give the alarm, orfurnish the intelligence they needed, until they came upon the lairs oftheir own scouts. Here a halt was ordered, and the chiefs were assembledto hold a "whispering council. "

At this meeting divers plans of operation were suggested, though none ofa character to meet the wishes of their ardent leader. Had Uncasfollowed the promptings of his own inclinations, he would have led hisfollowers to the charge without a moment's delay, and put the conflictto the hazard of an instant issue; but such a course would have been inopposition to all the received practices and opinions of his countrymen. He was, therefore, fain to adopt a caution that in the present temper ofhis mind he execrated, and to listen to advice at which his fiery spiritchafed, under the vivid recollection of Cora's danger and Magua'sinsolence. 

After an unsatisfactory conference of many minutes, a solitaryindividual was seen advancing from the side of the enemy, with suchapparent haste, as to induce the belief he might be a messenger chargedwith pacific overtures. When within a hundred yards, however, of thecover behind which the Delaware council had assembled, the strangerhesitated, appeared uncertain what course to take, and finally halted. All eyes were now turned on Uncas, as if seeking directions how toproceed. 

"Hawkeye, " said the young chief, in a low voice, "he must never speak tothe Hurons again. "

"His time has come, " said the laconic scout, thrusting the long barrelof his rifle through the leaves, and taking his deliberate and fatalaim. 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 fora Mingo, as I'm a miserable sinner!" he said; "but when my eye rangedalong his ribs for a place to get the bullet in--would you think it, Uncas--I saw the musicianer's blower; and so, after all, it is the manthey call Gamut, whose death can profit no one, and whose life, if histongue can do anything but sing, may be made serviceable to our ownends. If sounds have not lost their virtue, I'll soon have a discoursewith the honest fellow, and that in a voice he'll find more agreeablethan the speech of 'Killdeer. '"

So saying, Hawkeye laid aside his rifle; and crawling through the bushesuntil within hearing of David, he attempted to repeat the musicaleffort, which had conducted himself, with so much safety and _éclat_, through the Huron encampment. The exquisite organs of Gamut could notreadily be deceived (and, to say the truth, it would have been difficultfor any other than Hawkeye to produce a similar noise), andconsequently, having once before heard the sounds, he now knew whencethey proceeded. The poor fellow appeared relieved from a state of greatembarrassment; for pursuing the direction of the voice--a task that tohim was not much less arduous than it would have been to have gone up inthe face of a battery--he 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 towards the rear. "Ifthe knaves lie within ear-shot, they will say there are twonon-compossers instead of one! But here we are safe, " he added, pointingto Uncas and his associates. "Now give us the history of the Mingoinventions in natural English, and without any ups and downs of voice. "

David gazed about him, at the fierce and wild-looking chiefs, in mutewonder; but assured by the presence of faces that he knew, he soonrallied 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 theirhabitations within the past hour; so much so, in truth, that I have fledto the Delawares in search of peace. "

"Your ears might not have profited much by the exchange, had you beenquicker of foot, " returned the scout, a little dryly. "But let that beas it may; where are the Hurons?"

"They lie hid in the forest, between this spot and their village, insuch force, that prudence would teach you instantly to return. "

Uncas cast a glance along the range of trees which concealed his ownband and mentioned the name of--

"Magua?"

"Is among them. He brought in the maiden that had sojourned with theDelawares, and leaving her in the cave, has put himself, like a ragingwolf, at the head of his savages. I know not what has troubled hisspirit so greatly!"

"He has left her, you say, in the cave!" interrupted Heyward; "'tis wellthat we know its situation! May not something be done for her instantrelief?"

Uncas looked earnestly at the scout, before he asked, --

"What says Hawkeye?"

"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 thecolonel. You shall then hear the whoop from that quarter; with this windone may easily send it a mile. Then, Uncas, do you drive in their front;when they come within range of our pieces, we will give them a blowthat, I pledge the good name of an old frontiersman, shall make theirline bend like an ashen bow. After which, we will carry their village, and take the woman from the cave; when the affair may be finished withthe 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 greatlearning, major, in this plan, but with courage and patience it can allbe done. "

"I like it much, " cried Duncan, who saw the release of Cora was theprimary object in the mind of the scout; "I like it much. Let it beinstantly attempted. "

After a short conference, the plan was matured, and rendered moreintelligible to the several parties; the different signals wereappointed, and the chiefs separated, each to his allotted station. 

CHAPTER XXXII

 "But plagues shall spread, and funeral fires increase, Till the great king, without a ransom paid, To her own Chrysa send the black-eyed maid. "

 POPE. 

During the time Uncas was making this disposition of his forces, thewoods were still, and, with the exception of those who had met incouncil, apparently as much untenanted, as when they came fresh from thehands of their Almighty Creator. The eye could range, in everydirection, through the long and shadowed vistas of the trees; butnowhere was any object to be seen that did not properly belong to thepeaceful and slumbering scenery. Here and there a bird was heardfluttering among the branches of the beeches, and occasionally asquirrel dropped a nut, drawing the startled looks of the party, for amoment, to the place; but the instant the casual interruption ceased, the passing air was heard murmuring above their heads, along thatverdant and undulating surface of forest, which spread itself unbroken, unless by stream or lake, over such a vast region of country. Across thetract of wilderness, which lay between the Delawares and the village oftheir enemies, it seemed as if the foot of man had never trodden, sobreathing and deep was the silence in which it lay. But Hawkeye, whoseduty led him foremost in the adventure, knew the character of those withwhom he was about to contend too well to trust the treacherous quiet. 

When he saw his little band collected, the scout threw "Killdeer" intothe hollow of his arm, and making a silent signal that he would befollowed, he led them many rods towards the rear, into the bed of alittle brook which they had crossed in advancing. Here he halted; andafter waiting for the whole of his grave and attentive warriors to closeabout 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, andindicating the manner in which they were joined at the root, heanswered, --

"Before the sun could go his own length, the little water will be inthe big. " Then he added, pointing in the direction of the place hementioned, "the two make enough for the beavers. "

"I thought as much, " returned the scout, glancing his eye upwards at theopening in the tree-tops, "from the course it takes, and the bearings ofthe mountains. Men, we will keep within the cover of its banks till wescent the Hurons. "

His companions gave the usual brief exclamation of assent, butperceiving that their leader was about to lead the way in person, one ortwo made signs that all was not as it should be. Hawkeye, whocomprehended their meaning glances, turned, and perceived that his partyhad been followed thus far by the singing-master. 

"Do you know, friend, " asked the scout gravely, and perhaps with alittle of the pride of conscious deserving in his manner, "that this isa band of rangers chosen for the most desperate service, and put underthe 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 bethirty 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 andunmeaning eyes glimmered with an expression of unusual fire, "your menhave reminded me of the children of Jacob going out to battle againstthe Shechemites, for wickedly aspiring to wedlock with a woman of a racethat was favored of the Lord. Now, I have journeyed far, and sojournedmuch in good and evil with the maiden ye seek; and though not a man ofwar, with my loins girded and my sword sharpened, yet would I gladlystrike a blow in her behalf. "

The scout hesitated, as if weighing the chances of such a strangeenlistment in his mind before he answered, --

"You know not the use of any we'pon. You carry no rifle; and believe me, what the Mingos 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, "Ihave not forgotten the example of the Jewish boy. With this ancientinstrument of war have I practised much in my youth, and peradventurethe skill has not entirely departed from me. "

"Ay!" said Hawkeye, considering the deer-skin thong and apron, with acold and discouraging eye; "the thing might do its work among arrows, oreven knives; but these Mengwe have been furnished by the Frenchers witha good grooved barrel a man. However, it seems to be your gift to gounharmed amid fire; and as you have hitherto been favored--major, youhave left your rifle at a cock; a single shot before the time would bejust twenty scalps lost to no purpose--singer, you can follow; we mayfind use for you in the shoutings. "

"I thank you, friend, " returned David, supplying himself, like his royalnamesake, from among the pebbles of the brook; "though not given to thedesire to kill, had you sent me away my spirit would have beentroubled. "

"Remember, " added the scout, tapping his own head significantly on thatspot 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 as to signify his acquiescence with the terms; andthen Hawkeye, casting another observant glance over his followers, madethe signal to proceed. 

Their route lay, for the distance of a mile, along the bed of thewater-course. Though protected from any great danger of observation bythe precipitous banks, and the thick shrubbery which skirted the stream, no precaution known to an Indian attack was neglected. A warrior rathercrawled than walked on each flank, so as to catch occasional glimpsesinto the forest; and every few minutes the band came to a halt, andlistened for hostile sounds, with an acuteness of organs that would bescarcely conceivable to a man in a less natural state. Their march was, however, unmolested, and they reached the point where the lesser streamwas lost in the greater, without the smallest evidence that theirprogress had been noted. Here the scout again halted, to consult thesigns of the forest. 

"We are likely to have a good day for a fight, " he said, in English, addressing Heyward, and glancing his eye upwards at the clouds, whichbegan to move in broad sheets across the firmament; "a bright sun and aglittering barrel are no friends to true sight. Everything is favorable;they have the wind, which will bring down their noises and their smoketoo, no little matter in itself; whereas, with us it will be first ashot, and then a clear view. But here is an end of our cover; thebeavers have had the range of this stream for hundreds of years, andwhat atween their food and their dams, there is, as you see, many agirdled stub, but few living trees. "

Hawkeye had, in truth, in these few words, given no bad description ofthe prospect that now lay in their front. The brook was irregular in itswidth, sometimes shooting through narrow fissures in the rocks, and atothers spreading over acres of bottom land, forming little areas thatmight be termed ponds. Everywhere along its banks were the moulderingrelics of dead trees, in all the stages of decay, from those thatgroaned on their tottering trunks to such as had recently been robbed ofthose rugged coats that so mysteriously contain their principle of life. A few long, low, and moss-covered piles were scattered among them, likethe memorials of a former and long-departed generation. 

All these minute particulars were noted by the scout, with a gravity andinterest that they probably had never before attracted. He knew that theHuron encampment lay a short half mile up the brook; and, with thecharacteristic anxiety of one who dreaded a hidden danger, he wasgreatly troubled at not finding the smallest trace of the presence ofhis enemy. Once or twice he felt induced to give the order for a rush, and to attempt the village by surprise; but his experience quicklyadmonished him of the danger of so useless an experiment. Then helistened intently, and with painful uncertainty, for the sounds ofhostility in the quarter where Uncas was left; but nothing was audibleexcept the sighing of the wind, that began to sweep over the bosom ofthe forest in gusts which threatened a tempest. At length, yieldingrather to his unusual impatience than taking counsel from his knowledge, he determined to bring matters to an issue, by unmasking his force, andproceeding cautiously, but steadily, up the stream. 

The scout had stood, while making his observations, sheltered by abrake, and his companions still lay in the bed of the ravine, throughwhich the smaller stream debouched; but on hearing his low, thoughintelligible signal, the whole party stole up the bank, like so manydark spectres, and silently arranged themselves around him. Pointing inthe direction he wished to proceed, Hawkeye advanced, the band breakingoff in single files, and following so accurately in his footsteps, as ifto leave it, if we except Heyward and David, the trail of but a singleman. 

The party was, however, scarcely uncovered before a volley from a dozenrifles was heard in their rear; and a Delaware leaping high into theair, like a wounded deer, fell at his whole length, perfectly 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 recoveredfrom his surprise, he found himself standing alone with David. Luckily, the Hurons had already fallen back, and he was safe from their fire. Butthis state of things was evidently to be of short continuance; for thescout set the example of pressing on their retreat, by discharging hisrifle, and darting from tree to tree, as his enemy slowly yieldedground. 

It would seem that the assault had been made by a very small party ofthe Hurons, which, however, continued to increase in numbers, as itretired on its friends, until the return fire was very nearly, if notquite, equal to that maintained by the advancing Delawares. Heywardthrew himself among the combatants, and imitating the necessary cautionof his companions, he made quick discharges with his own rifle. Thecontest now grew warm and stationary. Few were injured, as both partieskept their bodies as much protected as possible by the trees; never, indeed, exposing any part of their persons except in the act of takingaim. But the chances were gradually growing unfavorable to Hawkeye andhis band. The quick-sighted scout perceived his danger, without knowinghow to remedy it. He saw it was more dangerous to retreat than tomaintain his ground; while he found his enemy throwing out men on hisflank, which rendered the task of keeping themselves covered so verydifficult to the Delawares, as nearly to silence their fire. At thisembarrassing moment, when they began to think the whole of the hostiletribe was gradually encircling them, they heard the yell of combatants, and the rattling of arms, echoing under the arches of the wood, at theplace where Uncas was posted; a bottom which, in a manner, lay beneaththe ground on which Hawkeye and his party were contending. 

The effects of this attack were instantaneous, and to the scout and hisfriends greatly relieving. It would seem that, while his own surprisehad been anticipated, and had consequently failed, the enemy, in theirturn, having been deceived in its object and in his numbers, had lefttoo small a force to resist the impetuous onset of the young Mohican. This fact was doubly apparent, by the rapid manner in which the battlein the forest rolled upwards towards the village, and by an instantfalling off in the number of their assailants, who rushed to assist inmaintaining the front, and, as it now proved to be, the principal pointof defence. 

Animating his followers by his voice, and his own example, Hawkeye thengave the word to bear down upon their foes. The charge, in that rudespecies of warfare, consisted merely in pushing from cover to cover, nigher to the enemy; and in this manoeuvre he was instantly andsuccessfully obeyed. The Hurons were compelled to withdraw, and thescene of the contest rapidly changed from the more open ground on whichit had commenced, to a spot where the assailed found a thicket to restupon. Here the struggle was protracted, arduous, and seemingly ofdoubtful issue; the Delawares, though none of them fell, beginning tobleed freely, in consequence of the disadvantage at which they wereheld. 

In this crisis, Hawkeye found means to get behind the same tree as thatwhich served for a cover to Heyward; most of his own combatants beingwithin call, a little on his right, where they maintained rapid, thoughfruitless, 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 fatiguedwith his previous industry; "and it may be your gift to lead armies atsome future day ag'in these imps the Mingos, You may here see thephilosophy of an Indian fight. It consists mainly in a ready hand, aquick eye, and a good cover. Now, if you had a company of the RoyalAmericans here, in what manner would you set them to work in thisbusiness?"

"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. No--horse, "[29]continued the scout, shaking his head, like one who mused; "horse, I amashamed to say, must, sooner or later, decide these scrimmages. Thebrutes are better than men, and to horse must we come at last. Put ashodden hoof on the moccasin of a redskin; and if his rifle be onceemptied, he will never stop to load it again. "

"This is a subject that might better be discussed at another time, "returned Heyward; "shall we charge?"

"I see no contradiction to the gifts of any man, in passing hisbreathing spells in useful reflections, " the scout replied. "As to arush, I little relish such a measure; for a scalp or two must be thrownaway in the attempt. And yet, " he added, bending his head aside, tocatch the sounds of the distant combat, "if we are to be of use toUncas, these knaves in our front must be got rid of!"

Then turning, with a prompt and decided air, he called aloud to hisIndians, in their own language. His words were answered by a shout; and, at a given signal, each warrior made a swift movement around hisparticular tree. The sight of so many dark bodies, glancing before theireyes at the same instant, drew a hasty, and consequently an ineffectualfire from the Hurons. Without stopping to breathe, the Delawares leaped, in long bounds, towards the wood, like so many panthers springing upontheir prey. Hawkeye was in front, brandishing his terrible rifle, andanimating his followers by his example. A few of the older and morecunning Hurons, who had not been deceived by the artifice which had beenpractised to draw their fire, now made a close and deadly discharge oftheir pieces, and justified the apprehensions of the scout, by fellingthree of his foremost warriors. But the shock was insufficient to repelthe impetus of the charge. The Delawares broke into the cover with theferocity of their natures, and swept away every trace of resistance bythe fury of the onset. 

The combat endured only for an instant, hand to hand, and then theassailed yielded ground rapidly, until they reached the opposite marginof the thicket, where they clung to the cover, with the sort ofobstinacy that is so often witnessed in hunted brutes. At this criticalmoment, when the success of the struggle was again becoming doubtful, the crack of the rifle was heard behind the Hurons, and a bullet camewhizzing from among some beaver lodges, which were situated in theclearing, in their rear, and was followed by the fierce and appallingyell of the war-whoop. 

"There speaks the Sagamore!" shouted Hawkeye, answering the cry withhis own stentorian voice; "we have them now in face and back!"

The effect on the Hurons was instantaneous. Discouraged by an assaultfrom a quarter that left them no opportunity for cover, their warriorsuttered a common yell of disappointment, and breaking off in a body, they spread themselves across the opening, heedless of everyconsideration but flight. Many fell, in making the experiment, under thebullets and the blows of the pursuing Delawares. 

We shall not pause to detail the meeting between the scout andChingachgook, or the more touching interview that Duncan held withMunro. A few brief and hurried words served to explain the state ofthings to both parties; and then Hawkeye pointing out the Sagamore tohis band, resigned the chief authority into the hands of the Mohicanchief. Chingachgook assumed the station to which his birth andexperience gave him so distinguished a claim, with the grave dignitythat always gives force to the mandates of a native warrior. Followingthe footsteps of the scout, he led the party back through the thicket, his men scalping the fallen Hurons, and secreting the bodies of theirown dead as they proceeded, until they gained a point where the formerwas content to make a halt. 

The warriors, who had breathed themselves freely in the precedingstruggle, were now posted on a bit of level ground, sprinkled with treesin sufficient numbers to conceal them. The land fell away ratherprecipitately in front, and beneath their eyes stretched, for severalmiles, a narrow, dark, and wooded vale. It was through this dense anddark forest that Uncas was still contending with the main body of theHurons. 

The Mohican and his friends advanced to the brow of the hill, andlistened, with practised ears, to the sounds of the combat. A few birdshovered over the leafy bosom of the valley, frightened from theirsecluded nests; and here and there a light vapory cloud, which seemedalready blending with the atmosphere, arose above the trees, andindicated some spot where the struggle had been fierce and stationary. 

"The fight is coming up the ascent, " said Duncan, pointing in thedirection of a new explosion of fire-arms; "we are too much in thecentre of their line to be effective. "

"They will incline into the hollow, where the cover is thicker, " saidthe 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 thecontest, which was now rolling rapidly up the ascent, a certain evidencethat the Delawares triumphed; nor did he actually quit the place untiladmonished of the proximity of his friends, as well as enemies, by thebullets of the former, which began to patter among the dried leaves onthe ground, like the bits of falling hail which precede the bursting ofthe tempest. Hawkeye and his three companions withdrew a few paces to ashelter, and awaited the issue with calmness, that nothing but greatpractice could impart in such a scene. 

It was not long before the reports of the rifles began to lose theechoes of the woods, and to sound like weapons discharged in the openair. Then a warrior appeared, here and there, driven to the skirts ofthe forest, and rallying as he entered the clearing, as at the placewhere the final stand was to be made. These were soon joined by theothers, until a long line of swarthy figures was to be seen clinging tothe cover with the obstinacy of desperation. Heyward began to growimpatient, and turned his eyes anxiously in the direction ofChingachgook. The chief was seated on a rock, with nothing visible buthis calm visage, considering the spectacle with an eye as deliberate asif he were posted there merely to view the struggle. 

"The time is come for the Delawares to strike!" said Duncan. 

"Not so, not so, " returned the scout; "when he scents his friends, hewill let them know that he is here. See, see; the knaves are getting inthat clump of pines, like bees settling after their flight. By the Lord, a squaw might put a bullet into the centre of such a knot of darkskins!"

At that instant the whoop was given, and a dozen Hurons fell by adischarge from Chingachgook and his band. The shout that followed wasanswered by a single war-cry from the forest, and a yell passed throughthe air that sounded as if a thousand throats were united in a commoneffort. The Hurons staggered, deserting the centre of their line, andUncas issued from the forest through the opening they left, at the headof a hundred warriors. 

Waving his hands right and left, the young chief pointed out the enemyto his followers, who separated in pursuit. The war now divided, bothwings of the broken Hurons seeking protection in the woods again, hotlypressed by the victorious warriors of the Lenape. A minute might havepassed, but the sounds were already receding in different directions, and gradually losing their distinctness beneath the echoing arches ofthe woods. One little knot of Hurons, however, had disdained to seek acover, and were retiring, like lions at bay, slowly and sullenly up theacclivity which Chingachgook and his band had just deserted, to minglemore closely in the fray. Magua was conspicuous in this party, both byhis fierce and savage mien, and by the air of haughty authority he yetmaintained. 

In his eagerness to expedite the pursuit, Uncas had left himself nearlyalone; but the moment his eyes caught the figure of Le Subtil, everyother consideration was forgotten. Raising his cry of battle, whichrecalled some six or seven warriors, and reckless of the disparity oftheir numbers, he rushed upon his enemy. Le Renard, who watched themovement, paused to receive him with secret joy. But at the moment whenhe thought the rashness of his impetuous young assailant had left him athis mercy, another shout was given, and La Longue Carabine was seenrushing to the rescue, attended by all his white associates. The Huroninstantly turned, and commenced a rapid retreat up the ascent. 

There was no time for greetings or congratulations; for Uncas, thoughunconscious of the presence of his friends, continued the pursuit withthe velocity of the wind. In vain Hawkeye called to him to respect thecovers; the young Mohican braved the dangerous fire of his enemies, andsoon compelled them to a flight as swift as his own headlong speed. Itwas fortunate that the race was of short continuance, and that the whitemen were much favored by their position, or the Delaware would soon haveoutstripped all his companions, and fallen a victim to his own temerity. But ere such a calamity could happen, the pursuers and pursued enteredthe Wyandot village, within striking distance of each other. 

Excited by the presence of their dwellings, and tired of the chase, theHurons now made a stand, and fought around their council-lodge with thefury of despair. The onset and the issue were like the passage anddestruction of a whirlwind. The tomahawk of Uncas, the blows ofHawkeye, and even the still nervous arm of Munro, were all busy for thatpassing moment, and the ground was quickly strewed with their enemies. Still Magua, though daring and much exposed, escaped from every effortagainst his life, with that sort of fabled protection that was made tooverlook the fortunes of favored heroes in the legends of ancientpoetry. Raising a yell that spoke volumes of anger and disappointment, the subtle chief, when he saw his comrades fallen, darted away from theplace, attended by his two only surviving friends, leaving the Delawaresengaged in stripping the dead of the bloody trophies of their victory. 

But Uncas, who had vainly sought him in the _mélée_ bounded forward inpursuit; Hawkeye, Heyward, and David still pressing on his footsteps. The utmost that the scout could effect, was to keep the muzzle of hisrifle a little in advance of his friend, to whom, however, it answeredevery purpose of a charmed shield. Once Magua appeared disposed to makeanother and a final effort to revenge his losses; but, abandoning hisintention as soon as demonstrated, he leaped into a thicket of bushes, through which he was followed by his enemies, and suddenly entered themouth of the cave already known to the reader. Hawkeye, who had onlyforborne to fire in tenderness to Uncas, raised a shout of success, andproclaimed aloud, that now they were certain of their game. The pursuersdashed into the long and narrow entrance, in time to catch a glimpse ofthe retreating forms of the Hurons. Their passage through the naturalgalleries and subterraneous apartments of the cavern was preceded by theshrieks and cries of hundreds of women and children. The place, seen byits dim and uncertain light, appeared like the shades of the infernalregions, across which unhappy ghosts and savage demons were flitting inmultitudes. 

Still Uncas kept his eye on Magua, as if life to him possessed but asingle object. Heyward and the scout still pressed on his rear, actuated, though possibly in a less degree, by a common feeling. Buttheir way was becoming intricate, in those dark and gloomy passages, andthe glimpses of the retiring warriors less distinct and frequent; andfor a moment the trace was believed to be lost, when a white robe wasseen fluttering in the farther extremity of a passage that seemed tolead up the mountain. 

"'Tis Cora!" exclaimed Heyward, in a voice in which horror and delightwere wildly mingled. 

"Cora! Cora!" echoed Uncas, bending forward like a deer. 

"'Tis the maiden!" shouted the scout, "Courage, lady; we come!--wecome!"

The chase was renewed with a diligence rendered tenfold encouraging bythis glimpse of the captive. But the way was rugged, broken, and inspots nearly impassable. Uncas abandoned his rifle, and leaped forwardwith headlong precipitation. Heyward rashly imitated his example, thoughboth were, a moment afterwards, admonished of its madness, by hearingthe bellowing of a piece, that the Hurons found time to discharge downthe passage in the rocks, the bullet from which even gave the youngMohican a slight wound. 

"We must close!" said the scout, passing his friends by a desperateleap; "the knaves will pick us all off at this distance; and see, theyhold the maiden so as to shield themselves!"

Though his words were unheeded, or rather unheard, his example wasfollowed by his companions, who, by incredible exertions, got nearenough to the fugitives to perceive that Cora was borne along betweenthe two warriors, while Magua prescribed the direction and manner oftheir flight. At this moment the forms of all four were strongly drawnagainst an opening in the sky, and they disappeared. Nearly frantic withdisappointment, Uncas and Heyward increased efforts that already seemedsuper-human, and they issued from the cavern on the side of themountain, in time to note the route of the pursued. The course lay upthe ascent, and still continued hazardous and laborious. 

Encumbered by his rifle, and, perhaps, not sustained by so deep aninterest in the captive as his companions, the scout suffered the latterto precede him a little, Uncas, in his turn, taking the lead of Heyward. In this manner, rocks, precipices, and difficulties were surmounted inan incredibly short space, that at another time, and under othercircumstances, would have been deemed almost insuperable. But theimpetuous young men were rewarded, by finding that, encumbered withCora, the Hurons were losing ground in the race. 

"Stay, dog of the Wyandots!" exclaimed Uncas, shaking his brighttomahawk at Magua; "a Delaware girl calls stay!"

"I will go no farther, " cried Cora, stepping unexpectedly on a ledge ofrocks, that overhung a deep precipice, at no great distance from thesummit of the mountain. "Kill me if thou wilt, detestable Huron; I willgo no farther. "

The supporters of the maiden raised their ready tomahawks with theimpious joy that fiends are thought to take in mischief, but Maguastayed the uplifted arms. The Huron chief, after casting the weapons hehad wrested from his companions over the rock, drew his knife, andturned to his captive, with a look in which conflicting passionsfiercely contended. 

"Woman, " he said, "choose; the wigwam or the knife of Le Subtil!"

Cora regarded him not, but dropping on her knees, she raised her eyesand stretched her arms towards heaven, saying, in a meek and yetconfiding voice, --

"I am thine! do with me as thou seest best!"

"Woman, " repeated Magua, hoarsely, and endeavoring in vain to catch aglance from her serene and beaming eye, "choose!"

But Cora neither heard nor heeded his demand. The form of the Hurontrembled in every fibre, and he raised his arm on high, but dropped itagain with a bewildered air, like one who doubted. Once more hestruggled with himself and lifted the keen weapon again; but just then apiercing cry was heard above them, and Uncas appeared, leapingfrantically, from a fearful height, upon the ledge. Magua recoiled astep; and one of his assistants, profiting by the chance, sheathed hisown knife in the bosom of Cora. 

The Huron sprang like a tiger on his offending and already retreatingcountryman, but the falling form of Uncas separated the unnaturalcombatants. Diverted from his object by this interruption, and maddenedby the murder he had just witnessed, Magua buried his weapon in the backof the prostrate Delaware, uttering an unearthly shout as he committedthe dastardly deed. But Uncas arose from the blow, as the woundedpanther 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, andindicated by the expression of his eye, all that he would do, had notthe power deserted him. The latter seized the nerveless arm of theunresisting Delaware, and passed his knife into his bosom three severaltimes, before his victim, still keeping his gaze riveted on his enemywith a look of inextinguishable scorn, fell dead at his feet. 

"Mercy! mercy! Huron, " cried Heyward, from above, in tones nearlychoked by horror; "give mercy, and thou shalt receive it!"

Whirling the bloody knife up at the imploring youth, the victoriousMagua uttered a cry so fierce, so wild, and yet so joyous, that itconveyed the sounds of savage triumph to the ears of those who fought inthe valley, a thousand feet below. He was answered by a burst from thelips of the scout, whose tall person was just then seen moving swiftlytowards him, along those dangerous crags, with steps as bold andreckless as if he possessed the power to move in air. But when thehunter reached the scene of the ruthless massacre, the ledge wastenanted only by the dead. 

His keen eye took a single look at the victims, and then shot itsglances over the difficulties of the ascent in his front. A form stoodat the brow of the mountain, on the very edge of the giddy height, withuplifted arms, in an awful attitude of menace. Without stopping toconsider his person, the rifle of Hawkeye was raised; but a rock, whichfell on the head of one of the fugitives below exposed the indignant andglowing countenance of the honest Gamut. Then Magua issued from acrevice, and stepping with calm indifference over the body of the lastof his associates, he leaped a wide fissure, and ascended the rocks at apoint where the arm of David could not reach him. A single bound wouldcarry him to the brow of the precipice, and assure his safety. Beforetaking the leap, however, the Huron paused, and shaking his hand at thescout, he shouted, --

"The pale-faces are dogs! the Delawares women! Magua leaves them on therocks, for the crows!"

Laughing hoarsely, he made a desperate leap, and fell short of his mark;though his hand grasped a shrub on the verge of the height. The form ofHawkeye had crouched like a beast about to take its spring, and hisframe trembled so violently with eagerness, that the muzzle of thehalf-raised rifle played like a leaf fluttering in the wind. Withoutexhausting himself with fruitless efforts, the cunning Magua sufferedhis body to drop to the length of his arms, and found a fragment for hisfeet 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, thatthe agitated weapon of the scout was drawn to his shoulder. Thesurrounding rocks themselves were not steadier than the piece became, for the single instant that it poured out its contents. The arms of theHuron relaxed, and his body fell back a little, while his knees stillkept their position. Turning a relentless look on his enemy, he shook ahand in grim defiance. But his hold loosened, and his dark person wasseen cutting the air with its head downwards, for a fleeting instant, until it glided past the fringe of shrubbery which clung to themountain, in its rapid flight to destruction. 

CHAPTER XXXIII

 "They fought, like brave men, long and well, They piled that ground with Moslem slain, They conquered--but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud 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 ancientgrudge, and had avenged their recent quarrel with the Mengwe, by thedestruction of a whole community. The black and murky atmosphere thatfloated around the spot where the Hurons had encamped, sufficientlyannounced, of itself, the fate of that wandering tribe; while hundredsof ravens, that struggled above the bleak summits of the mountains, orswept, in noisy flocks, across the wide ranges of the woods, furnished afrightful direction to the scene of the combat. In short, any eye, atall practised in the signs of a frontier warfare, might easily havetraced all those unerring evidences of the ruthless results which attendan Indian vengeance. 

Still, the sun rose on the Lenape a nation of mourners. No shouts ofsuccess, no songs of triumph, were heard, in rejoicings for theirvictory. The latest straggler had returned from his fell employment, only to strip himself of the terrific emblems of his bloody calling, andto join in the lamentations of his countrymen, as a stricken people. Pride and exultation were supplanted by humility, and the fiercest ofhuman passions was already succeeded by the most profound andunequivocal demonstrations of grief. 

The lodges were deserted; but a broad belt of earnest faces encircled aspot in their vicinity, whither everything possessing life had repaired, and where all were now collected, in deep and awful silence. Thoughbeings of every rank and age, of both sexes, and of all pursuits, hadunited to form this breathing wall of bodies, they were influenced by asingle emotion. Each eye was riveted on the centre of that ring, whichcontained the objects of so much, and of so common, an interest. 

Six Delaware girls, with their long, dark, flowing tresses fallingloosely across their bosoms, stood apart, and only gave proofs of theirexistence as they occasionally strewed sweet-scented herbs and forestflowers on a litter of fragrant plants, that, under a pall of Indianrobes, supported all that now remained of the ardent, high-souled, andgenerous Cora. Her form was concealed in many wrappers of the samesimple manufacture, and her face was shut forever from the gaze of men. At her feet was seated the desolate Munro. His aged head was bowednearly to the earth, in compelled submission to the stroke ofProvidence; but a hidden anguish struggled about his furrowed brow, thatwas only partially concealed by the careless locks of gray that hadfallen, neglected, on his temples. Gamut stood at his side, his meekhead bared to the rays of the sun, while his eyes, wandering andconcerned, seemed to be equally divided between that little volume, which contained so many quaint but holy maxims, and the being in whosebehalf his soul yearned to administer consolation. Heyward was alsonigh, supporting himself against a tree, and endeavoring to keep downthose sudden risings of sorrow that it required his utmost manhood tosubdue. 

But sad and melancholy as this group may easily be imagined, it was farless touching than another, that occupied the opposite space of the samearea. Seated, as in life, with his form and limbs arranged in grave anddecent composure, Uncas appeared, arrayed in the most gorgeous ornamentsthat the wealth of the tribe could furnish. Rich plumes nodded above hishead; wampum, gorgets, bracelets, and medals, adorned his person inprofusion; though his dull eye and vacant lineaments too stronglycontradicted 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 hisrace, that was indelibly impressed on his naked bosom. During the longperiod that the tribe had been thus collected, the Mohican warrior hadkept a steady, anxious look on the cold and senseless countenance of hisson. So riveted and intense had been that gaze, and so changeless hisattitude, that a stranger might not have told the living from the dead, but for the occasional gleamings of a troubled spirit that shot athwartthe dark visage of one, and the death-like calm that had forever settledon the lineaments of the other. 

The scout was hard by, leaning in a pensive posture on his own fatal andavenging weapon; while Tamenund, supported by the elders of his nation, occupied a high place at hand, whence he might look down on the mute andsorrowful assemblage of his people. 

Just within the inner edge of the circle stood a soldier, in themilitary attire of a strange nation; and without it was his war-horse, in the centre of a collection of mounted domestics, seemingly inreadiness to undertake some distant journey. The vestments of thestranger announced him to be one who held a responsible situation nearthe person of the captain of the Canadas; and who, as it would now seem, finding his errand of peace frustrated by the fierce impetuosity of hisallies, was content to become a silent and sad spectator of the fruitsof a contest that he had arrived too late to anticipate. 

The day was drawing to the close of its first quarter, and yet had themultitude maintained its breathing stillness since its dawn. No soundlouder than a stifled sob had been heard among them, nor had even a limbbeen moved throughout that long and painful period, except to performthe simple and touching offerings that were made, from time to time, incommemoration of the dead. The patience and forbearance of Indianfortitude could alone support such an appearance of abstraction, asseemed now to have turned each dark and motionless figure into stone. 

At length, the sage of the Delawares stretched forth an arm, and leaningon the shoulders of his attendants, he arose with an air as feeble as ifanother age had already intervened between the man who had met hisnation the preceding day, and him who now tottered on his elevatedstand. 

"Men of the Lenape!" he said, in hollow tones that sounded like a voicecharged with some prophetic mission; "the face of the Manitou is behinda cloud! His eye is turned from you; His ears are shut; His tongue givesno answer. You see Him not; yet His judgments are before you. Let yourhearts be open and your spirits tell no lie. Men of the Lenape! the faceof the Manitou is behind a cloud. "

As this simple and yet terrible annunciation stole on the ears of themultitude, a stillness as deep and awful succeeded as if the veneratedspirit they worshipped had uttered the words without the aid of humanorgans; and even the inanimate Uncas appeared a being of life, comparedwith the humbled and submissive throng by whom he was surrounded. As theimmediate effect, however, gradually passed away, a low murmur of voicescommenced a sort of chant in honor of the dead. The sounds were those offemales, and were thrillingly soft and wailing. The words were connectedby no regular continuation, but as one ceased another took up theeulogy, or lamentation, whichever it might be called, and gave vent toher emotions in such language as was suggested by her feelings and theoccasion. At intervals the speaker was interrupted by general and loudbursts of sorrow, during which the girls around the bier of Cora pluckedthe plants and flowers blindly from her body, as if bewildered withgrief. But, in the milder moments of their plaint, these emblems ofpurity and sweetness were cast back to their places, with every sign oftenderness and regret. Though rendered less connected by many andgeneral interruptions and outbreakings, a translation of their languagewould have contained a regular descant, which, in substance, might haveproved to possess a train of consecutive ideas. 

A girl, selected for the task by her rank and qualifications, commencedby modest allusions to the qualities of the deceased warrior, embellishing her expressions with those oriental images that the Indianshave probably brought with them from the extremes of the othercontinent, and which form of themselves a link to connect the ancienthistories 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; whosebound was like the leap of the young fawn; whose eye was brighter than astar in the dark night; and whose voice, in battle, was loud as thethunder of the Manitou. She reminded him of the mother who bore him, anddwelt 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 theDelaware girls had shed tears above the grave of her child, and hadcalled her blessed. 

Then, they who succeeded, changing their tones to a milder and stillmore tender strain, alluded, with the delicacy and sensitiveness ofwoman, to the stranger maiden, who had left the upper earth at a time sonear his own departure, as to render the will of the Great Spirit toomanifest to be disregarded. They admonished him to be kind to her, andto have consideration for her ignorance of those arts which were sonecessary to the comfort of a warrior like himself. They dwelt upon hermatchless beauty, and on her noble resolution, without the taint ofenvy, and as angels may be thought to delight in a superior excellence;adding, that these endowments should prove more than equivalent for anylittle imperfections in her education. 

After which, others again, in due succession, spoke to the maidenherself, in the low, soft language of tenderness and love. They exhortedher to be of cheerful mind, and to fear nothing for future welfare. Ahunter would be her companion, who knew how to provide for her smallestwants; and a warrior was at her side who was able to protect her againstevery danger. They promised that her path should be pleasant, and herburden light. They cautioned her against unavailing regrets for thefriends of her youth, and the scenes where her fathers had dwelt;assuring her that the "blessed hunting-grounds of the Lenape" containedvales as pleasant, streams as pure, and flowers as sweet, as the "heavenof the pale-faces. " They advised her to be attentive to the wants of hercompanion, and never to forget the distinction which the Manitou had sowisely established between them. Then, in a wild burst of their chant, they sang with united voices the temper of the Mohican's mind. Theypronounced him noble, manly and generous; all that became a warrior, andall that a maid might love. Clothing their ideas in the most remote andsubtle images, they betrayed, that, in the short period of theirintercourse, they had discovered, with the intuitive perception of theirsex, the truant disposition of his inclinations. The Delaware girls hadfound no favor in his eyes! He was of a race that had once been lords onthe shores of the salt lake, and his wishes had led him back to a peoplewho dwelt about the graves of his fathers. Why should not such apredilection be encouraged! That she was of a blood purer and richerthan the rest of her nation, any eye might have seen; that she was equalto the dangers and daring of a life in the woods, her conduct hadproved; and now, they added, the "wise one of the earth" hadtransplanted her to a place where she would find congenial spirits, andmight be forever happy. 

Then, with another transition in voice and subject, allusions were madeto the virgin who wept in the adjacent lodge. They compared her toflakes of snow; as pure, as white, as brilliant, and as liable to meltin the fierce heats of summer, or congeal in the frosts of winter. Theydoubted not that she was lovely in the eyes of the young chief, whoseskin and whose sorrow seemed so like her own; but, though far fromexpressing such a preference, it was evident they deemed her lessexcellent than the maid they mourned. Still they denied her no meed herrare charms might properly claim. Her ringlets were compared to theexuberant tendrils of the vine, her eye to the blue vault of theheavens, 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 ofthe music; relieved, as it was, or rather rendered terrible, by thoseoccasional bursts of grief which might be called its choruses. TheDelawares themselves listened like charmed men; and it was veryapparent, by the variations of their speaking countenances, how deep andtrue was their sympathy. Even David was not reluctant to lend his earsto tones of voices so sweet; and long ere the chant was ended, his gazeannounced that his soul was enthralled. 

The scout, to whom alone, of all the white men, the words wereintelligible, suffered himself to be a little aroused from hismeditative posture, and bent his face aside, to catch their meaning, asthe girls proceeded. But when they spoke of the future prospects of Coraand Uncas, he shook his head, like one who knew the error of theirsimple creed, and resuming his reclining attitude, he maintained ituntil the ceremony--if that might be called a ceremony, in which feelingwas so deeply imbued--was finished. Happily for the self-command of bothHeyward and Munro, they knew not the meaning of the wild sounds theyheard. 

Chingachgook was a solitary exception to the interest manifested by thenative part of the audience. His look never changed throughout the wholeof the scene, nor did a muscle move in his rigid countenance, even atthe wildest or the most pathetic parts of the lamentation. The cold andsenseless remains of his son was all to him, and every other sense butthat of sight seemed frozen, in order that his eyes might take theirfinal gaze at those lineaments he had so long loved, and which were nowabout to be closed forever from his view. 

In this stage of the funeral obsequies, a warrior much renowned fordeeds in arms, and more especially for services in the recent combat, aman of stern and grave demeanor, advanced slowly from the crowd, andplaced himself nigh the person of the dead. 

"Why hast thou left us, pride of the Wapanachki?" he said, addressinghimself to the dull ears of Uncas, as if the empty clay retained thefaculties of the animated man; "thy time has been like that of the sunwhen in the trees; thy glory brighter than his light at noonday. Thouart gone, youthful warrior, but a hundred Wyandots are clearing thebriers from thy path to the world of spirits. Who that saw thee inbattle would believe that thou couldst die? Who before thee has evershown Uttawa the way into the fight? Thy feet were like the wings ofeagles; thine arm heavier than falling branches from the pine; and thyvoice like the Manitou when he speaks in the clouds. The tongue ofUttawa is weak, " he added, looking about him with a melancholy gaze, "and his heart exceeding heavy. Pride of the Wapanachki, why hast thouleft us?"

He was succeeded by others, in due order, until most of the high andgifted men of the nation had sung or spoken their tribute of praise overthe _manes_ of the deceased chief. When each had ended, another deep andbreathing silence reigned in all the place. 

Then a low, deep sound was heard, like the suppressed accompaniment ofdistant music, rising just high enough on the air to be audible, and yetso indistinctly, as to leave its character, and the place whence itproceeded, alike matters of conjecture. It was, however, succeeded byanother and another strain, each in a higher key, until they grew on theear, first in long drawn and often repeated interjections, and finallyin words. The lips of Chingachgook had so far parted, as to announcethat it was the monody of the father. Though not an eye was turnedtowards him, nor the smallest sign of impatience exhibited, it wasapparent, by the manner in which the multitude elevated their heads tolisten, that they drank in the sounds with an intenseness of attention, that none but Tamenund himself had ever before commanded. But theylistened in vain. The strains rose just so loud as to becomeintelligible, and then grew fainter and more trembling, until theyfinally 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 creaturethat had been turned from the Almighty hand with the form but withoutthe spirit of a man. The Delawares, who knew by these symptoms that themind of their friend was not prepared for so mighty an effort offortitude, relaxed in their attention; and, with an innate delicacy, seemed to bestow all their thoughts on the obsequies of the strangermaiden. 

A signal was given, by one of the elder chiefs, to the women who crowdedthat part of the circle near which the body of Cora lay. Obedient to thesign, the girls raised the bier to the elevation of their heads, andadvanced with slow and regulated steps, chanting, as they proceeded, another wailing song in praise of the deceased. Gamut, who had been aclose observer of rites he deemed so heathenish, now bent his head overthe shoulder of the unconscious father, whispering, --

"They move with the remains of thy child; shall we not follow, and seethem interred with Christian burial?"

Munro started, as if the last trumpet had sounded in his ear, andbestowing one anxious and hurried glance around him, he arose andfollowed in the simple train, with the mien of a soldier, but bearingthe full burden of a parent's suffering. His friends pressed around himwith a sorrow that was too strong to be termed sympathy--even the youngFrenchman joining in the procession, with the air of a man who wassensibly touched at the early and melancholy fate of one so lovely. Butwhen 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 asmotionless as before. 

The place which had been chosen for the grave of Cora was a littleknoll, 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 manyminutes waiting, with characteristic patience, and native timidity, forsome evidence that they whose feelings were most concerned were contentwith the arrangement. At length the scout, who alone understood theirhabits, said, in their own language, --

"My daughters have done well; the white men thank them. "

Satisfied with this testimony in their favor, the girls proceeded todeposit the body in a shell, ingeniously, and not inelegantly, fabricated of the bark of the birch; after which they lowered it intoits dark and final abode. The ceremony of covering the remains, andconcealing the marks of the fresh earth, by leaves and other naturaland customary objects, was conducted with the same simple and silentforms. But when the labors of the kind beings who had performed thesesad and friendly offices were so far completed, they hesitated, in a wayto show that they knew not how much further they might proceed. It wasin this stage of the rites that the scout again addressed them:--

"My young women have done enough, " he said; "the spirit of a pale-facehas no need of food or raiment, their gifts being according to theheaven of their color. I see, " he added, glancing an eye at David, whowas preparing his book in a manner that indicated an intention to leadthe way in sacred song, "that one who better knows the Christianfashions is about to speak. "

The females stood modestly aside, and, from having been the principalactors in the scene, they now became the meek and attentive observers ofthat which followed. During the time David was occupied in pouring outthe pious feelings of his spirit in this manner, not a sign of surprise, nor a look of impatience, escaped them. They listened like those whoknew the meaning of the strange words, and appeared as if they felt themingled emotions of sorrow, hope, and resignation, they were intended toconvey. 

Excited by the scene he had just witnessed, and perhaps influenced byhis own secret emotions, the master of song exceeded his usual efforts. His full, rich voice was not found to suffer by a comparison with thesoft tones of the girls; and his more modulated strains possessed, atleast for the ears of those to whom they were peculiarly addressed, theadditional power of intelligence. He ended the anthem, as he hadcommenced it, in the midst of a grave and solemn stillness. 

When, however, the closing cadence had fallen on the ears of hisauditors, the secret, timorous glances of the eyes, and the general, andyet subdued movement of the assemblage, betrayed that something wasexpected from the father of the deceased. Munro seemed sensible that thetime was come for him to exert what is, perhaps, the greatest effort ofwhich human nature is capable. He bared his gray locks, and lookedaround the timid and quiet throng by which he was encircled with a firmand collected countenance. Then motioning with his hand for the scout tolisten, he said, --

"Say to these kind and gentle females, that a heartbroken and failingman returns them his thanks. Tell them, that the Being we all worship, under different names, will be mindful of their charity; and that thetime shall not be distant when we may assemble around his throne withoutdistinction of sex, or rank, or color. "

The scout listened to the tremulous voice in which the veteran deliveredthese words, and shook his head slowly when they were ended, as one whodoubted their efficacy. 

"To tell them this, " he said, "would be to tell them that the snows comenot in the winter, or that the sun shines fiercest when the trees arestripped of their leaves. "

Then turning to the women, he made such a communication of the other'sgratitude 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 fastrelapsing into melancholy, when the young Frenchman before namedventured to touch him lightly on the elbow. As soon as he had gained theattention of the mourning old man, he pointed towards a group of youngIndians, who approached with a light but closely covered litter, andthen pointed upward towards the sun. 

"I understand you, sir, " returned Munro, with a voice of forcedfirmness; "I understand you. It is the will of Heaven, and I submit. Cora, my child! if the prayers of a heartbroken father could avail theenow, how blessed shouldst thou be! Come, gentlemen, " he added, lookingabout him with an air of lofty composure, though the anguish thatquivered 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, eachinstant, he felt his self-control was about to desert him. While hiscompanions were mounting, however, he found time to press the hand ofthe scout, and to repeat the terms of an engagement they had made, tomeet again within the posts of the British army. Then gladly throwinghimself into the saddle, he spurred his charger to the side of thelitter, whence low and stifled sobs alone announced the presence ofAlice. In this manner, the head of Munro again dropping on his bosom, with Heyward and David following in sorrowing silence, and attended bythe aide of Montcalm with his guard, all the white men, with theexception of Hawkeye, passed from before the eyes of the Delawares, andwere soon buried in the vast forests of that region. 

But the tie which, through their common calamity, had united thefeelings of these simple dwellers in the woods with the strangers whohad thus transiently visited them, was not so easily broken. Yearspassed away before the traditionary tale of the white maiden, and of theyoung warrior of the Mohicans, ceased to beguile the long nights andtedious marches, or to animate their youthful and brave with a desirefor vengeance. Neither were the secondary actors in these momentousincidents forgotten. Through the medium of the scout, who served foryears afterwards as a link between them and civilized life, theylearned, in answer to their inquiries, that the "Gray Head" was speedilygathered to his fathers--borne down, as was erroneously believed, by hismilitary misfortunes; and that the "Open Hand" had conveyed hissurviving daughter far into the settlements of the "pale-faces, " whereher tears had at last ceased to flow, and had been succeeded by thebright 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 ownsympathies led him, with a force that no ideal bond of union couldbestow. He was just in time to catch a parting look of the features ofUncas, whom the Delawares were already inclosing in his last vestmentsof skins. They paused to permit the longing and lingering gaze of thesturdy woodsman, and when it was ended, the body was enveloped, never tobe unclosed again. Then came a procession like the other, and the wholenation was collected about the temporary grave of the chief--temporary, because it was proper that, at some future day, his bones should restamong those of his own people. 

The movement, like the feeling, had been simultaneous and general. Thesame grave expression of grief, the same rigid silence, and the samedeference to the principal mourner, were observed around the place ofinterment as have been already described. The body was deposited in anattitude of repose, facing the rising sun, with the implements of warand of the chase at hand, in readiness for the final journey. An openingwas left in the shell, by which it was protected from the soil, for thespirit to communicate with its earthly tenement, when necessary; and thewhole was concealed from the instinct, and protected from the ravages ofthe beasts of prey, with an ingenuity peculiar to the natives. Themanual rites then ceased, and all present reverted to the more spiritualpart of the ceremonies. 

Chingachgook became once more the object of the common attention. Hehad not yet spoken, and something consolatory and instructive wasexpected from so renowned a chief on an occasion of such interest. Conscious of the wishes of the people, the stern and self-restrainedwarrior raised his face, which had latterly been buried in his robe, andlooked about him with a steady eye. His firmly compressed and expressivelips then severed, and for the first time during the long ceremonies hisvoice was distinctly audible. 

"Why do my brothers mourn!" he said, regarding the dark race of dejectedwarriors by whom he was environed; "why do my daughters weep! that ayoung man has gone to the happy hunting-grounds; that a chief has filledhis time with honor! He was good; he was dutiful; he was brave. Who candeny it? The Manitou had need of such a warrior, and He has called himaway. As for me, the son and the father of Uncas, I am a blazed pine, ina clearing of the pale-faces. My race has gone from the shores of thesalt lake, and the hills of the Delawares. But who can say that theSerpent of his tribe has forgotten his wisdom? I am alone--"

"No, no, " cried Hawkeye, who had been gazing with a yearning look at therigid features of his friend, with something like his own self-command, 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 tojourney 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 thatyour blood was nearer--but if ever I forget the lad who has so oftenfou't at my side in war, and slept at my side in peace, may He who madeus all, whatever may be our color or our gifts, forget me! The boy hasleft us for a time; but, Sagamore, you are not alone. "

Chingachgook grasped the hand that, in the warmth of feeling, the scouthad stretched across the fresh earth, and in that attitude of friendshipthese two sturdy and intrepid woodsmen bowed their heads together, whilescalding tears fell to their feet, watering the grave of Uncas likedrops 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 theManitou is not done. Why should Tamenund stay? The pale-faces aremasters of the earth, and the time of the redmen has not yet come again. My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of Unamis happyand strong; and yet, before the night has come, have I lived to see thelast warrior of the wise race of the Mohicans. "

FOOTNOTES:

[1] As each nation of the Indians had either its language or itsdialect, they usually gave different names to the same places, thoughnearly all of their appellations were descriptive of the object. Thus, aliteral translation of the name of this beautiful sheet of water, usedby 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 asort of tail to Lake Champlain, when viewed on the map. Hence the name. 

[2] Washington: who, after uselessly admonishing the European general ofthe danger into which he was heedlessly running, saved the remnants ofthe British army, on this occasion, by his decision and courage. Thereputation earned by Washington in this battle was the principal causeof his being selected to command the American armies at a later day. Itis a circumstance worthy of observation, that, while all America rangwith his well-merited reputation, his name does not occur in anyEuropean account of the battle; at least, the author has searched for itwithout success. In this manner does the mother country absorb even thefame, under that system of rule. 

[3] There existed for a long time a confederation among the Indiantribes which occupied the northwestern part of the colony of New York, which was at first known as the "Five Nations. " At a later day itadmitted another tribe, when the appellation was changed to that of the"Six Nations. " The original confederation consisted of the Mohawks, theOneidas, the Senecas, the Cayugas, and the Onondagas. The sixth tribewas the Tuscaroras. There are remnants of all these people still livingon lands secured to them by the State; but they are daily disappearing, either by deaths or by removals to scenes more congenial to theirhabits. In a short time there will be no remains of these extraordinarypeople, in those regions in which they dwelt for centuries, but theirnames. The State of New York has counties named after all of them butthe Mohawks and the Tuscaroras. The second river of that State is calledthe Mohawk. 

[4] In the State of Rhode Island there is a bay called Narragansett, sonamed after a powerful tribe of Indians, which formerly dwelt on itsbanks. Accident, or one of those unaccountable freaks which naturesometimes plays in the animal world, gave rise to a breed of horseswhich were once well known in America by the name of the Narragansetts. They were small, commonly of the color called sorrel in America, anddistinguished by their habit of pacing. Horses of this race were, andare still, in much request as saddle-horses, on account of theirhardiness and the ease of their movements. As they were also sure offoot, the Narragansetts were greatly sought for by females who wereobliged to travel over the roots and holes in the "new countries. "

[5] The North American warrior caused the hair to be plucked from hiswhole body; a small tuft, only, was left on the crown of his head inorder that his enemy might avail himself of it, in wrenching off thescalp in the event of his fall. The scalp was the only admissible trophyof victory. Thus, it was deemed more important to obtain the scalp thanto kill the man. Some tribes lay great stress on the honor of striking adead body. These practices have nearly disappeared among the Indians ofthe Atlantic States. 

[6] The hunting-shirt is a picturesque smock frock, being shorter, andornamented with fringes and tassels. The colors are intended to imitatethe hues of the wood with a view to concealment. Many corps of Americanriflemen have been thus attired; and the dress is one of the moststriking of modern times. The hunting-shirt is frequently white. 

[7] The rifle of the army is short; that of the hunter is always long. 

[8] The Mississippi. The scout alludes to a tradition which is verypopular among the tribes of the Atlantic States. Evidence of theirAsiatic origin is deduced from the circumstances, though greatuncertainty hangs over the whole history of the Indians. 

[9] The scene of this tale was in the 42d degree of latitude, where thetwilight is never of long continuance. 

[10] The reader will remember that New York was originally a colony ofthe Dutch. 

[11] The principal villages of the Indians are still called "castles" bythe whites of New York. "Oneida castle" is no more than a scatteredhamlet; but the name is in general use. 

[12] In vulgar parlance the condiments of a repast are called by theAmerican "a relish, " substituting the thing for its effect. Theseprovincial terms are frequently put in the mouths of the speakers, according to their several conditions in life. Most of them are of localuse, and others quite peculiar to the particular class of men to whichthe character belongs. In the present instance, the scout uses the wordwith immediate reference to the salt, with which his own party was sofortunate as to be provided. 

[13] Glenn's Falls are on the Hudson, some forty or fifty miles abovethe head of tide, or the place where that river becomes navigable forsloops. The description of this picturesque and remarkable littlecataract, as given by the scout, is sufficiently correct, though theapplication of the water to the uses of civilized life has materiallyinjured its beauties. The rocky island and the two caverns are wellknown to every traveller, since the former sustains a pier of a bridge, which is now thrown across the river, immediately above the fall. Inexplanation of the taste of Hawkeye, it should be remembered that menalways prize that most which is least enjoyed. Thus, in a new country, the woods and other objects, which in an old country would be maintainedat great cost, are got rid of, simply with a view of "improving, " as itis called. 

[14] The meaning of Indian words is much governed by the emphasis andtones. 

[15] Mingo was the Delaware term for the Five Nations. Maquas was thename given them by the Dutch. The French, from their first intercoursewith them, called them Iroquois. 

[16] It has long been a practice with the whites to conciliate theimportant men of the Indians, by presenting medals, which are worn inthe place of their own rude ornaments. Those given by the Englishgenerally bear the impression of the reigning king, and those given bythe Americans that of the president. 

[17] Many of the animals of the American forests resort to those spotswhere salt springs are found. These are called "licks" or "salt licks, "in the language of the country, from the circumstance that the quadrupedis often obliged to lick the earth, in order to obtain the salineparticles. These licks are great places of resort with the hunters, whowaylay their game near the paths that lead to them. 

[18] The scene of the foregoing incidents is on the spot where thevillage of Ballston now stands; one of the two principal watering-placesof America. 

[19] Some years since, the writer was shooting in the vicinity of theruins of Fort Oswego, which stands on the shores of Lake Ontario. Hisgame was deer, and his chase a forest that stretched with littleinterruption, fifty miles inland. Unexpectedly he came upon six or eightladders lying in the woods within a short distance of each other. Theywere rudely made, and much decayed. Wondering what could have assembledso many of these instruments in such a place, he sought an old man whoresided near for the explanation. 

During the war of 1776 Fort Oswego was held by the British. Anexpedition had been sent two hundred miles through the wilderness tosurprise the fort. It appears that the Americans, on reaching the spotnamed, which was within a mile or two of the fort, first learned thatthey were expected, and in great danger of being cut off. They threwaway their scaling-ladders, and made a rapid retreat. These ladders hadlain unmolested thirty years, in the spot where they had thus been cast. 

[20] Baron Dieskau, a German, in the service of France. A few yearsprevious to the period of the tale, this officer was defeated by SirWilliam Johnson of Johnstown, New York, on the shores of Lake George. See Appendix, Note H. 

[21] Evidently the late De Witt Clinton, who died governor of New Yorkin 1828. 

[22] The powers of the American mocking-bird are generally known. Butthe true mocking-bird is not found so far north as the State of NewYork, where it has, however, two substitutes of inferior excellence; thecatbird, so often named by the scout, and the bird vulgarly calledground-thresher. Either of these two last birds is superior to thenightingale, or the lark, though, in general, the American birds areless musical than those of Europe. 

[23] The beauties of Lake George are well known to every Americantourist. In the height of the mountains which surround it, and inartificial accessories, it is inferior to the finest of the Swiss andItalian lakes, while in outline and purity of water it is fully theirequal; and in the number and disposition of its isles and islets muchsuperior to them all together. There are said to be some hundreds ofislands in a sheet of water less than thirty miles long. The narrowswhich connect what may be called, in truth, two lakes, are crowded withislands to such a degree as to leave passages between them frequently ofonly a few feet in width. The lake itself varies in breadth from one tothree miles. 

The State of New York is remarkable for the number and beauty of itslakes. One of its frontiers lies on the vast sheet of Ontario, whileChamplain stretches nearly a hundred miles along another. Oneida, Cayuga, Canandaigua, Seneca, and George, are all lakes of thirty milesin length, while those of a size smaller are without number. On most ofthese lakes there are now beautiful villages, and on many of themsteamboats. 

[24] These harangues of the beasts are frequent among the Indians. Theyoften address their victims in this way, reproaching them for cowardice, or commending their resolution, as they may happen to exhibit fortitude, or the reverse in suffering. 

[25] A dish composed of cracked corn and beans. It is much used also bythe whites. By corn is meant maize. 

[26] William Penn was termed Minquon by the Delawares, and, as he neverused violence or injustice in his dealings with them, his reputation forprobity passed into a proverb. The American is justly proud of theorigin of his nation, which is perhaps unequalled in the history of theworld; but the Pennsylvanian and Jerseyman have more reason to valuethemselves in their ancestors than the natives of any other State, sinceno wrong was done the original owners of the soil. 

[27] Turtle. 

[28] A tree which has been partially or entirely stripped of its bark issaid, in the language of the country, to be "blazed. " The term isstrictly English; for a horse is said to be blazed when it has a whitemark. 

[29] The American forest admits of the passage of horse, there beinglittle underbush, and few tangled brakes. The plan of Hawkeye is the onewhich has always proved the most successful in the battles between thewhites and the Indians. Wayne, in his celebrated campaign on the Miami, received the fire of his enemies in line; and then causing his dragoonsto wheel round his flanks, the Indians were driven from their coversbefore they had time to load. One of the most conspicuous of the chiefswho fought in the battle of Miami assured the writer, that the redmencould not fight the warriors with "long knives and leather-stockings";meaning the dragoons with their sabres and boots.