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"
And
the
current
!
"
demanded
the
Indian
,
who
expected
his
reply
with
that
sort
of
interest
that
a
man
feels
in
the
confirmation
of
testimony
,
at
which
he
marvels
even
while
he
respects
it
;
"
the
fathers
of
Chingachgook
have
not
lied
!
"
"
The
Holy
Bible
is
not
more
true
,
and
that
is
the
truest
thing
in
nature
.
They
call
this
up-stream
current
the
tide
,
which
is
a
thing
soon
explained
,
and
clear
enough
.
Six
hours
the
waters
run
in
,
and
six
hours
they
run
out
,
and
the
reason
is
this
:
when
there
is
higher
water
in
the
sea
than
in
the
river
,
they
run
in
,
until
the
river
gets
to
be
highest
,
and
then
it
runs
out
again
.
"
"
The
waters
in
the
woods
,
and
on
the
great
lakes
,
run
downward
until
they
lie
like
my
hand
,
"
said
the
Indian
,
stretching
the
limb
horizontally
before
him
,
"
and
then
they
run
no
more
.
"
"
No
honest
man
will
deny
it
,
"
said
the
scout
,
a
little
nettled
at
the
implied
distrust
of
his
explanation
of
the
mystery
of
the
tides
;
"
and
I
grant
that
it
is
true
on
the
small
scale
,
and
where
the
land
is
level
.
But
everything
depends
on
what
scale
you
look
at
things
.
Now
,
on
the
small
scale
,
the
'
arth
is
level
;
but
on
the
large
scale
it
is
round
.
In
this
manner
,
pools
and
ponds
,
and
even
the
great
fresh-water
lake
,
may
be
stagnant
,
as
you
and
I
both
know
they
are
,
having
seen
them
;
but
when
you
come
to
spread
water
over
a
great
tract
,
like
the
sea
,
where
the
earth
is
round
,
how
in
reason
can
the
water
be
quiet
?
You
might
as
well
expect
the
river
to
lie
still
on
the
brink
of
those
black
rocks
a
mile
above
us
,
though
your
own
ears
tell
you
that
it
is
tumbling
over
them
at
this
very
moment
!
"
If
unsatisfied
by
the
philosophy
of
his
companion
,
the
Indian
was
far
too
dignified
to
betray
his
unbelief
.
He
listened
like
one
who
was
convinced
,
and
resumed
his
narrative
in
his
former
solemn
manner
.
"
We
came
from
the
place
where
the
sun
is
hid
at
night
,
over
great
plains
where
the
buffaloes
live
,
until
we
reached
the
big
river
.
There
we
fought
the
Alligewi
,
till
the
ground
was
red
with
their
blood
.
From
the
banks
of
the
big
river
to
the
shores
of
the
salt
lake
,
there
was
none
to
meet
us
.
The
Maquas
followed
at
a
distance
.
We
said
the
country
should
be
ours
from
the
place
where
the
water
runs
up
no
longer
on
this
stream
,
to
a
river
twenty
suns
'
journey
toward
the
summer
.
The
land
we
had
taken
like
warriors
,
we
kept
like
men
.
We
drove
the
Maquas
into
the
woods
with
the
bears
.
They
only
tasted
salt
at
the
licks
;
they
drew
no
fish
from
the
great
lake
;
we
threw
them
the
bones
.
"
"
All
this
I
have
heard
and
believe
,
"
said
the
white
man
,
observing
that
the
Indian
paused
:
"
but
it
was
long
before
the
English
came
into
the
country
.
"
"
A
pine
grew
then
where
this
chestnut
now
stands
.
The
first
pale-faces
who
came
among
us
spoke
no
English
.
They
came
in
a
large
canoe
,
when
my
fathers
had
buried
the
tomahawk
with
the
redmen
around
them
.
Then
,
Hawkeye
,
"
he
continued
,
betraying
his
deep
emotion
only
by
permitting
his
voice
to
fall
to
those
low
,
guttural
tones
,
which
rendered
his
language
,
as
spoken
at
times
,
so
very
musical
;
"
then
,
Hawkeye
,
we
were
one
people
,
and
we
were
happy
.
The
salt
lake
gave
us
its
fish
,
the
wood
its
deer
,
and
the
air
its
birds
.
We
took
wives
who
bore
us
children
;
we
worshipped
the
Great
Spirit
;
and
we
kept
the
Maquas
beyond
the
sound
of
our
songs
of
triumph
!
"
