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Its
head
was
then
turned
towards
the
east
,
as
though
equally
anxious
for
the
appearance
of
light
,
when
the
form
leaned
against
the
mound
,
and
seemed
to
gaze
upon
the
glassy
expanse
of
the
waters
,
which
,
like
a
submarine
firmament
,
glittered
with
its
thousand
mimic
stars
.
The
melancholy
air
,
the
hour
,
together
with
the
vast
frame
of
the
man
who
thus
leaned
,
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
had
moved
cautiously
round
the
body
of
the
tree
for
that
purpose
,
when
another
sound
drew
his
attention
,
and
once
more
arrested
his
footsteps
.
It
was
a
low
and
almost
inaudible
movement
of
the
water
,
and
was
succeeded
by
a
grating
of
pebbles
one
against
the
other
.
In
a
moment
he
saw
a
dark
form
rise
,
as
it
were
out
of
the
lake
,
and
steal
without
further
noise
to
the
land
,
within
a
few
feet
of
the
place
where
he
himself
stood
.
A
rifle
next
slowly
rose
between
his
eyes
and
the
watery
mirror
;
but
before
it
could
be
discharged
his
own
hand
was
on
the
lock
.
"
Hugh
!
"
exclaimed
the
savage
,
whose
treacherous
aim
was
so
singularly
and
so
unexpectedly
interrupted
.
Without
making
any
reply
,
the
French
officer
laid
his
hand
on
the
shoulder
of
the
Indian
,
and
led
him
in
profound
silence
to
a
distance
from
the
spot
,
where
their
subsequent
dialogue
might
have
proved
dangerous
,
and
where
it
seemed
that
one
of
them
,
at
least
,
sought
a
victim
.
Then
,
throwing
open
his
cloak
,
so
as
to
expose
his
uniform
and
the
cross
of
St.
Louis
which
was
suspended
at
his
breast
,
Montcalm
sternly
demanded
--
"
What
means
this
!
Does
not
my
son
know
that
the
hatchet
is
buried
between
the
English
and
his
Canadian
Father
?
"
"
What
can
the
Hurons
do
?
"
returned
the
savage
,
speaking
also
,
though
imperfectly
,
in
the
French
language
.
"
Not
a
warrior
has
a
scalp
,
and
the
pale-faces
make
friends
!
"
"
Ha
!
Le
Renard
Subtil
!
Methinks
this
is
an
excess
of
zeal
for
a
friend
who
was
so
late
an
enemy
!
How
many
suns
have
set
since
Le
Renard
struck
the
war-post
of
the
English
?
"
"
Where
is
that
sun
!
"
demanded
the
sullen
savage
.
"
Behind
the
hill
;
and
it
is
dark
and
cold
.
But
when
he
comes
again
,
it
will
be
bright
and
warm
.
Le
Subtil
is
the
sun
of
his
tribe
.
There
have
been
clouds
,
and
many
mountains
between
him
and
his
nation
;
but
now
he
shines
,
and
it
is
a
clear
sky
!
"
"
That
Le
Renard
has
power
with
his
people
,
I
well
know
,
"
said
Montcalm
;
"
for
yesterday
he
hunted
for
their
scalps
,
and
to-day
they
hear
him
at
the
council-fire
.
"
"
Magua
is
a
great
chief
.
"
