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"
Salar
.
--
Why
,
I
am
sure
,
if
he
forfeit
,
thou
wilt
not
take
his
flesh
;
what
's
that
good
for
?
"
"
Shy
.
--
To
bait
fish
withal
:
if
it
will
feed
nothing
else
,
it
will
feed
my
revenge
.
"
Merchant
of
Venice
.
The
shades
of
evening
had
come
to
increase
the
dreariness
of
the
place
,
when
the
party
entered
the
ruins
of
William
Henry
.
The
scout
and
his
companions
immediately
made
their
preparations
to
pass
the
night
there
;
but
with
an
earnestness
and
sobriety
of
demeanor
,
that
betrayed
how
much
the
unusual
horrors
they
had
just
witnessed
worked
on
even
their
practised
feelings
.
A
few
fragments
of
rafters
were
reared
against
a
blackened
wall
;
and
when
Uncas
had
covered
them
slightly
with
brush
,
the
temporary
accommodations
were
deemed
sufficient
.
The
young
Indian
pointed
towards
his
rude
hut
,
when
his
labor
was
ended
;
and
Heyward
,
who
understood
the
meaning
of
the
silent
gesture
,
gently
urged
Munro
to
enter
.
Leaving
the
bereaved
old
man
alone
with
his
sorrows
,
Duncan
immediately
returned
to
the
open
air
,
too
much
excited
himself
to
seek
the
repose
he
had
recommended
to
his
veteran
friend
.
While
Hawkeye
and
the
Indians
lighted
their
fire
,
and
took
their
evening
's
repast
,
a
frugal
meal
of
dried
bear
's
meat
,
the
young
man
paid
a
visit
to
that
curtain
of
the
dilapidated
fort
which
looked
out
on
the
sheet
of
the
Horican
.
The
wind
had
fallen
,
and
the
waves
were
already
rolling
on
the
sandy
beach
beneath
him
,
in
a
more
regular
and
tempered
succession
.
The
clouds
,
as
if
tired
of
their
furious
chase
,
were
breaking
asunder
;
the
heavier
volumes
,
gathering
in
black
masses
about
the
horizon
,
while
the
lighter
scud
still
hurried
above
the
water
,
or
eddied
among
the
tops
of
the
mountains
,
like
broken
flights
of
birds
,
hovering
around
their
roosts
.
Here
and
there
,
a
red
and
fiery
star
struggled
through
the
drifting
vapor
,
furnishing
a
lurid
gleam
of
brightness
to
the
dull
aspect
of
the
heavens
.
Within
the
bosom
of
the
encircling
hills
,
an
impenetrable
darkness
had
already
settled
;
and
the
plain
lay
like
a
vast
and
deserted
charnel-house
,
without
omen
or
whisper
to
disturb
the
slumbers
of
its
numerous
and
hapless
tenants
.
Of
this
scene
,
so
chillingly
in
accordance
with
the
past
,
Duncan
stood
for
many
minutes
a
rapt
observer
.
His
eyes
wandered
from
the
bosom
of
the
mound
,
where
the
foresters
were
seated
around
their
glimmering
fire
,
to
the
fainter
light
which
still
lingered
in
the
skies
,
and
then
rested
long
and
anxiously
on
the
embodied
gloom
,
which
lay
like
a
dreary
void
on
that
side
of
him
where
the
dead
reposed
.
He
soon
fancied
that
inexplicable
sounds
arose
from
the
place
,
though
so
indistinct
and
stolen
,
as
to
render
not
only
their
nature
but
even
their
existence
uncertain
.
Ashamed
of
his
apprehensions
,
the
young
man
turned
towards
the
water
,
and
strove
to
divert
his
attentions
to
the
mimic
stars
that
dimly
glimmered
on
its
moving
surface
.
Still
,
his
too
conscious
ears
performed
their
ungrateful
duty
,
as
if
to
warn
him
of
some
lurking
danger
.
At
length
a
swift
trampling
seemed
quite
audibly
to
rush
athwart
the
darkness
.
Unable
any
longer
to
quiet
his
uneasiness
,
Duncan
spoke
in
a
low
voice
to
the
scout
,
requesting
him
to
ascend
the
mound
to
the
place
where
he
stood
.
Hawkeye
threw
his
rifle
across
an
arm
,
and
complied
,
but
with
an
air
so
unmoved
and
calm
,
as
to
prove
how
much
he
counted
on
the
security
of
their
position
.
"
Listen
!
"
said
Duncan
,
when
the
other
placed
himself
deliberately
at
his
elbow
:
"
there
are
suppressed
noises
on
the
plain
which
may
show
that
Montcalm
has
not
yet
entirely
deserted
his
conquest
.
"
"
Then
ears
are
better
than
eyes
,
"
said
the
undisturbed
scout
,
who
,
having
just
deposited
a
portion
of
bear
between
his
grinders
,
spoke
thick
and
slow
,
like
one
whose
mouth
was
doubly
occupied
.
"
I
,
myself
,
saw
him
caged
in
Ty
,
with
all
his
host
;
for
your
Frenchers
,
when
they
have
done
a
clever
thing
,
like
to
get
back
,
and
have
a
dance
,
or
a
merry-making
,
with
the
women
over
their
success
.
"
