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The
trees
of
many
acres
had
been
felled
,
and
the
glow
of
a
mild
summer
's
evening
had
fallen
on
the
clearing
,
in
beautiful
contrast
to
the
gray
light
of
the
forest
.
A
short
distance
from
the
place
where
Duncan
stood
,
the
stream
had
seemingly
expanded
into
a
little
lake
,
covering
most
of
the
low
land
,
from
mountain
to
mountain
.
The
water
fell
out
of
this
wide
basin
,
in
a
cataract
so
regular
and
gentle
,
that
it
appeared
rather
to
be
the
work
of
human
hands
,
than
fashioned
by
nature
.
A
hundred
earthen
dwellings
stood
on
the
margin
of
the
lake
,
and
even
in
its
water
,
as
though
the
latter
had
overflowed
its
usual
banks
.
Their
rounded
roofs
,
admirably
moulded
for
defence
against
the
weather
,
denoted
more
of
industry
and
foresight
than
the
natives
were
wont
to
bestow
on
their
regular
habitations
,
much
less
on
those
they
occupied
for
the
temporary
purposes
of
hunting
and
war
.
In
short
,
the
whole
village
or
town
,
whichever
it
might
be
termed
,
possessed
more
of
method
and
neatness
of
execution
,
than
the
white
men
had
been
accustomed
to
believe
belonged
,
ordinarily
,
to
the
Indian
habits
.
It
appeared
,
however
,
to
be
deserted
.
At
least
,
so
thought
Duncan
for
many
minutes
;
but
,
at
length
,
he
fancied
he
discovered
several
human
forms
advancing
towards
him
on
all
fours
,
and
apparently
dragging
in
their
train
some
heavy
,
and
as
he
was
quick
to
apprehend
,
some
formidable
engine
.
Just
then
a
few
dark
looking
heads
gleamed
out
of
the
dwellings
,
and
the
place
seemed
suddenly
alive
with
beings
,
which
,
however
,
glided
from
cover
to
cover
so
swiftly
,
as
to
allow
no
opportunity
of
examining
their
humors
or
pursuits
.
Alarmed
at
these
suspicious
and
inexplicable
movements
,
he
was
about
to
attempt
the
signal
of
the
crows
,
when
the
rustling
of
leaves
at
hand
drew
his
eyes
in
another
direction
.
The
young
man
started
,
and
recoiled
a
few
paces
instinctively
,
when
he
found
himself
within
a
hundred
yards
of
a
stranger
Indian
.
Recovering
his
recollection
on
the
instant
,
instead
of
sounding
an
alarm
,
which
might
prove
fatal
to
himself
,
he
remained
stationary
,
an
attentive
observer
of
the
other
's
motions
.
An
instant
of
calm
observation
served
to
assure
Duncan
that
he
was
undiscovered
.
The
native
,
like
himself
,
seemed
occupied
in
considering
the
low
dwellings
of
the
village
,
and
the
stolen
movements
of
its
inhabitants
.
It
was
impossible
to
discover
the
expression
of
his
features
,
through
the
grotesque
mask
of
paint
under
which
they
were
concealed
;
though
Duncan
fancied
it
was
rather
melancholy
than
savage
.
His
head
was
shaved
,
as
usual
,
with
the
exception
of
the
crown
,
from
whose
tuft
three
or
four
faded
feathers
from
a
hawk
's
wing
were
loosely
dangling
.
A
ragged
calico
mantle
half-encircled
his
body
,
while
his
nether
garment
was
composed
of
an
ordinary
shirt
,
the
sleeves
of
which
were
made
to
perform
the
office
that
is
usually
executed
by
a
much
more
commodious
arrangement
.
His
legs
were
bare
,
and
sadly
cut
and
torn
by
briers
.
The
feet
were
,
however
,
covered
with
a
pair
of
good
deer-skin
moccasins
.
Altogether
,
the
appearance
of
the
individual
was
forlorn
and
miserable
.
Duncan
was
still
curiously
observing
the
person
of
his
neighbor
,
when
the
scout
stole
silently
and
cautiously
to
his
side
.
"
You
see
we
have
reached
their
settlement
or
encampment
,
"
whispered
the
young
man
;
"
and
here
is
one
of
the
savages
himself
,
in
a
very
embarrassing
position
for
our
further
movements
.
"
Hawkeye
started
,
and
dropped
his
rifle
,
directed
by
the
finger
of
his
companion
,
the
stranger
came
under
his
view
.
Then
lowering
the
dangerous
muzzle
,
he
stretched
forward
his
long
neck
,
as
if
to
assist
a
scrutiny
that
was
already
intensely
keen
.
"
The
imp
is
not
a
Huron
,
"
he
said
,
"
nor
of
any
of
the
Canada
tribes
;
and
yet
you
see
,
by
his
clothes
,
the
knave
has
been
plundering
a
white
.
Ay
,
Montcalm
has
raked
the
woods
for
his
inroad
,
and
a
whooping
,
murdering
set
of
varlets
has
he
gathered
together
.
Can
you
see
where
he
has
put
his
rifle
or
his
bow
?
"
"
He
appears
to
have
no
arms
;
nor
does
he
seem
to
be
viciously
inclined
.
Unless
he
communicate
the
alarm
to
his
fellows
,
who
as
you
see
are
dodging
about
the
water
,
we
have
but
little
to
fear
from
him
.
"
