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"
Where
!
let
me
look
on
the
footsteps
of
my
child
,
"
said
Munro
,
shoving
the
bushes
aside
,
and
bending
fondly
over
the
nearly
obliterated
impression
.
Though
the
tread
,
which
had
left
the
mark
,
had
been
light
and
rapid
,
it
was
still
plainly
visible
.
The
aged
soldier
examined
it
with
eyes
that
grew
dim
as
he
gazed
;
nor
did
he
rise
from
his
stooping
posture
until
Heyward
saw
that
he
had
watered
the
trace
of
his
daughter
's
passage
with
a
scalding
tear
.
Willing
to
divert
a
distress
which
threatened
each
moment
to
break
through
the
restraint
of
appearances
,
by
giving
the
veteran
something
to
do
,
the
young
man
said
to
the
scout
--
"
As
we
now
possess
these
infallible
signs
,
let
us
commence
our
march
.
A
moment
,
at
such
a
time
,
will
appear
an
age
to
the
captives
.
"
"
It
is
not
the
swiftest
leaping
deer
that
gives
the
longest
chase
,
"
returned
Hawkeye
,
without
moving
his
eyes
from
the
different
marks
that
had
come
under
his
view
;
"
we
know
that
the
rampaging
Huron
has
passed
--
and
the
dark
hair
--
and
the
singer
--
but
where
is
she
of
the
yellow
locks
and
blue
eyes
?
Though
little
,
and
far
from
being
as
bold
as
her
sister
,
she
is
fair
to
the
view
,
and
pleasant
in
discourse
.
Has
she
no
friend
,
that
none
care
for
her
?
"
"
God
forbid
she
should
ever
want
hundreds
!
Are
we
not
now
in
her
pursuit
?
for
one
,
I
will
never
cease
the
search
till
she
be
found
.
"
"
In
that
case
we
may
have
to
journey
by
different
paths
;
for
here
she
has
not
passed
,
light
and
little
as
her
footstep
would
be
.
"
Heyward
drew
back
,
all
his
ardor
to
proceed
seeming
to
vanish
on
the
instant
.
Without
attending
to
this
sudden
change
in
the
other
's
humor
,
the
scout
,
after
musing
a
moment
,
continued
--
"
There
is
no
woman
in
this
wilderness
could
leave
such
a
print
as
that
,
but
the
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
another
scent
.
Move
on
,
Uncas
,
and
keep
your
eyes
on
the
dried
leaves
.
I
will
watch
the
bushes
,
while
your
father
shall
run
with
a
low
nose
to
the
ground
.
Move
on
,
friends
;
the
sun
is
getting
behind
the
hills
.
"
"
Is
there
nothing
that
I
can
do
?
"
demanded
the
anxious
Heyward
.
"
You
!
"
repeated
the
scout
,
who
,
with
his
red
friends
,
was
already
advancing
in
the
order
he
had
prescribed
;
"
yes
,
you
can
keep
in
our
rear
,
and
be
careful
not
to
cross
the
trail
.
"
Before
they
had
proceeded
many
rods
,
the
Indians
stopped
,
and
appeared
to
gaze
at
some
signs
on
the
earth
,
with
more
than
their
usual
keenness
.
Both
father
and
son
spoke
quick
and
loud
,
now
looking
at
the
object
of
their
mutual
admiration
,
and
now
regarding
each
other
with
the
most
unequivocal
pleasure
.
