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"
They
have
found
the
little
foot
!
"
exclaimed
the
scout
,
moving
forward
,
without
attending
further
to
his
own
portion
of
the
duty
.
"
What
have
we
here
?
An
ambushment
has
been
planted
in
the
spot
?
No
,
by
the
truest
rifle
on
the
frontiers
,
here
have
been
them
one-sided
horses
again
!
Now
the
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
a
sapling
,
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
Miss
Munro
,
"
--
said
Duncan
.
"
Unless
the
shining
bauble
Uncas
has
just
lifted
from
the
ground
should
prove
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
have
seen
,
on
the
fatal
morning
of
the
massacre
,
dangling
from
the
fair
neck
of
his
mistress
.
He
seized
the
highly
prized
jewel
;
and
as
he
proclaimed
the
fact
,
it
vanished
from
the
eyes
of
the
wondering
scout
,
who
in
vain
looked
for
it
on
the
ground
,
long
after
it
was
warmly
pressed
against
the
beating
heart
of
Duncan
.
"
Pshaw
!
"
said
the
disappointed
Hawkeye
,
ceasing
to
rake
the
leaves
with
the
breech
of
his
rifle
;
"
'
tis
a
certain
sign
of
age
,
when
the
sight
begins
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
to
settle
all
disputes
between
me
and
the
Mingos
I
should
like
to
find
the
thing
too
,
if
it
were
only
to
carry
it
to
the
right
owner
,
and
that
would
be
bringing
the
two
ends
of
what
I
call
a
long
trail
together
--
for
by
this
time
the
broad
St.
Lawrence
,
or
,
perhaps
,
the
Great
Lakes
themselves
,
are
atwixt
us
.
"
"
So
much
the
more
reason
why
we
should
not
delay
our
march
,
"
returned
Heyward
;
"
let
us
proceed
.
"
"
Young
blood
and
hot
blood
,
they
say
,
are
much
the
same
thing
.
We
are
not
about
to
start
on
a
squirrel
hunt
,
or
to
drive
a
deer
into
the
Horican
,
but
to
outlie
for
days
and
nights
,
and
to
stretch
across
a
wilderness
where
the
feet
of
men
seldom
go
,
and
where
no
bookish
knowledge
would
carry
you
through
harmless
.
An
Indian
never
starts
on
such
an
expedition
without
smoking
over
his
council-fire
;
and
though
a
man
of
white
blood
,
I
honor
their
customs
in
this
particular
,
seeing
that
they
are
deliberate
and
wise
.
We
will
,
therefore
,
go
back
,
and
light
our
fire
to-night
in
the
ruins
of
the
old
fort
,
and
in
the
morning
we
shall
be
fresh
,
and
ready
to
undertake
our
work
like
men
,
and
not
like
babbling
women
or
eager
boys
.
"
Heyward
saw
,
by
the
manner
of
the
scout
,
that
altercation
would
be
useless
.
Munro
had
again
sunk
into
that
sort
of
apathy
which
had
beset
him
since
his
late
overwhelming
misfortunes
,
and
from
which
he
was
apparently
to
be
roused
only
by
some
new
and
powerful
excitement
.
Making
a
merit
of
necessity
,
the
young
man
took
the
veteran
by
the
arm
,
and
followed
in
the
footsteps
of
the
Indians
and
the
scout
,
who
had
already
begun
to
retrace
the
path
which
conducted
them
to
the
plain
.
