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"
One
.
"
"
I
thought
as
much
,
"
returned
Hawkeye
,
seating
himself
;
"
and
as
he
had
got
the
cover
of
the
lake
afore
Uncas
pulled
upon
him
,
it
is
more
than
probable
the
knave
will
sing
his
lies
about
some
great
ambushment
,
in
which
he
was
outlying
on
the
trail
of
two
Mohicans
and
a
white
hunter
--
for
the
officers
can
be
considered
as
little
better
than
idlers
in
such
a
scrimmage
.
Well
,
let
him
--
let
him
.
There
are
always
some
honest
men
in
every
nation
,
though
heaven
knows
,
too
,
that
they
are
scarce
among
the
Maquas
,
to
look
down
an
upstart
when
he
brags
ag
'
in
the
face
of
reason
.
The
varlet
sent
his
lead
within
whistle
of
your
ears
,
Sagamore
.
"
Chingachgook
turned
a
calm
and
incurious
eye
towards
the
place
where
the
ball
had
struck
,
and
then
resumed
his
former
attitude
,
with
a
composure
that
could
not
be
disturbed
by
so
trifling
an
incident
.
Just
then
Uncas
glided
into
the
circle
,
and
seated
himself
at
the
fire
,
with
the
same
appearance
of
indifference
as
was
maintained
by
his
father
.
Of
these
several
movements
Heyward
was
a
deeply
interested
and
wondering
observer
.
It
appeared
to
him
as
though
the
foresters
had
some
secret
means
of
intelligence
,
which
had
escaped
the
vigilance
of
his
own
faculties
.
In
place
of
that
eager
and
garrulous
narration
with
which
a
white
youth
would
have
endeavored
to
communicate
,
and
perhaps
exaggerate
,
that
which
had
passed
out
in
the
darkness
of
the
plain
,
the
young
warrior
was
seemingly
content
to
let
his
deeds
speak
for
themselves
.
It
was
,
in
fact
,
neither
the
moment
nor
the
occasion
for
an
Indian
to
boast
of
his
exploits
;
and
it
is
probable
,
that
had
Heyward
neglected
to
inquire
,
not
another
syllable
would
,
just
then
,
have
been
uttered
on
the
subject
.
"
What
has
become
of
our
enemy
,
Uncas
?
"
demanded
Duncan
:
"
we
heard
your
rifle
,
and
hoped
you
had
not
fired
in
vain
.
"
The
young
chief
removed
a
fold
of
his
hunting-shirt
,
and
quietly
exposed
the
fatal
tuft
of
hair
,
which
he
bore
as
the
symbol
of
victory
.
Chingachgook
laid
his
hand
on
the
scalp
,
and
considered
it
for
a
moment
with
deep
attention
.
Then
dropping
it
,
with
disgust
depicted
in
his
strong
features
,
he
ejaculated
--
"
Oneida
!
"
"
Oneida
!
"
repeated
the
scout
,
who
was
fast
losing
his
interest
in
the
scene
,
in
an
apathy
nearly
assimilated
to
that
of
his
red
associates
,
but
who
now
advanced
with
uncommon
earnestness
to
regard
the
bloody
badge
.
"
By
the
Lord
,
if
the
Oneidas
are
outlying
upon
the
trail
,
we
shall
be
flanked
by
devils
on
every
side
of
us
!
Now
,
to
white
eyes
there
is
no
difference
between
this
bit
of
skin
and
that
of
any
other
Indian
,
and
yet
the
Sagamore
declares
it
came
from
the
poll
of
a
Mingo
;
nay
,
he
even
names
the
tribe
of
the
poor
devil
with
as
much
ease
as
if
the
scalp
was
the
leaf
of
a
book
,
and
each
hair
a
letter
.
What
right
have
Christian
whites
to
boast
of
their
learning
,
when
a
savage
can
read
a
language
that
would
prove
too
much
for
the
wisest
of
them
all
!
What
say
you
,
lad
;
of
what
people
was
the
knave
?
"
