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"
This
!
--
my
son
has
been
sadly
injured
,
here
;
who
has
done
this
?
"
"
Magua
slept
hard
in
the
English
wigwams
,
and
the
sticks
have
left
their
mark
,
"
returned
the
savage
,
with
a
hollow
laugh
,
which
did
not
conceal
the
fierce
temper
that
nearly
choked
him
.
Then
recollecting
himself
,
with
sudden
and
native
dignity
,
he
added
,
"
Go
;
teach
your
young
men
,
it
is
peace
.
Le
Renard
Subtil
knows
how
to
speak
to
a
Huron
warrior
.
"
Without
deigning
to
bestow
further
words
,
or
to
wait
for
any
answer
,
the
savage
cast
his
rifle
into
the
hollow
of
his
arm
,
and
moved
silently
through
the
encampment
towards
the
woods
where
his
own
tribe
was
known
to
lie
.
Every
few
yards
as
he
proceeded
he
was
challenged
by
the
sentinels
;
but
he
stalked
sullenly
onward
,
utterly
disregarding
the
summons
of
the
soldiers
,
who
only
spared
his
life
because
they
knew
the
air
and
tread
no
less
than
the
obstinate
daring
of
an
Indian
.
Montcalm
lingered
long
and
melancholy
on
the
strand
,
where
he
had
been
left
by
his
companion
,
brooding
deeply
on
the
temper
which
his
ungovernable
ally
had
just
discovered
.
Already
had
his
fair
fame
been
tarnished
by
one
horrid
scene
,
and
in
circumstances
fearfully
resembling
those
under
which
he
now
found
himself
.
As
he
mused
he
became
keenly
sensible
of
the
deep
responsibility
they
assume
who
disregard
the
means
to
attain
their
end
,
and
of
all
the
danger
of
setting
in
motion
an
engine
which
it
exceeds
human
power
to
control
.
Then
shaking
off
a
train
of
reflections
that
he
accounted
a
weakness
in
such
a
moment
of
triumph
,
he
retraced
his
steps
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
.
The
horns
of
the
victors
sounded
merry
and
cheerful
flourishes
,
until
the
last
laggard
of
the
camp
was
at
his
post
;
but
the
instant
the
British
fifes
had
blown
their
shrill
signal
,
they
became
mute
.
In
the
meantime
the
day
had
dawned
,
and
when
the
line
of
the
French
army
was
ready
to
receive
its
general
,
the
rays
of
a
brilliant
sun
were
glancing
along
the
glittering
array
.
Then
that
success
,
which
was
already
so
well
known
,
was
officially
announced
;
the
favored
band
who
were
selected
to
guard
the
gates
of
the
fort
were
detailed
,
and
defiled
before
their
chief
;
the
signal
of
their
approach
was
given
,
and
all
the
usual
preparations
for
a
change
of
masters
were
ordered
and
executed
directly
under
the
guns
of
the
contested
works
.
A
very
different
scene
presented
itself
within
the
lines
of
the
Anglo-American
army
.
As
soon
as
the
warning
signal
was
given
,
it
exhibited
all
the
signs
of
a
hurried
and
forced
departure
.
The
sullen
soldiers
shouldered
their
empty
tubes
and
fell
into
their
places
,
like
men
whose
blood
had
been
heated
by
the
past
contest
,
and
who
only
desired
the
opportunity
to
revenge
an
indignity
which
was
still
wounding
to
their
pride
,
concealed
as
it
was
under
all
the
observances
of
military
etiquette
.
Women
and
children
ran
from
place
to
place
,
some
bearing
the
scanty
remnants
of
their
baggage
,
and
others
searching
in
the
ranks
for
those
countenances
they
looked
up
to
for
protection
.
Munro
appeared
among
his
silent
troops
firm
but
dejected
.
It
was
evident
that
the
unexpected
blow
had
struck
deep
into
his
heart
,
though
he
struggled
to
sustain
his
misfortune
with
the
port
of
man
.
Duncan
was
touched
at
the
quiet
and
impressive
exhibition
of
his
grief
.
