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David
,
in
some
measure
familiarized
to
the
scene
,
led
the
way
with
a
steadiness
that
no
slight
obstacle
was
likely
to
disconcert
,
into
this
very
building
.
It
was
the
principal
edifice
of
the
village
,
though
roughly
constructed
of
the
bark
and
branches
of
trees
;
being
the
lodge
in
which
the
tribe
held
its
councils
and
public
meetings
during
their
temporary
residence
on
the
borders
of
the
English
province
.
Duncan
found
it
difficult
to
assume
the
necessary
appearance
of
unconcern
,
as
he
brushed
the
dark
and
powerful
frames
of
the
savages
who
thronged
its
threshold
;
but
,
conscious
that
his
existence
depended
on
his
presence
of
mind
,
he
trusted
to
the
discretion
of
his
companion
,
whose
footsteps
he
closely
followed
,
endeavoring
,
as
he
proceeded
,
to
rally
his
thoughts
for
the
occasion
.
His
blood
curdled
when
he
found
himself
in
absolute
contact
with
such
fierce
and
implacable
enemies
;
but
he
so
far
mastered
his
feelings
as
to
pursue
his
way
into
the
centre
of
the
lodge
,
with
an
exterior
that
did
not
betray
the
weakness
.
Imitating
the
example
of
the
deliberate
Gamut
,
he
drew
a
bundle
of
fragrant
brush
from
beneath
a
pile
that
filled
a
corner
of
the
hut
,
and
seated
himself
in
silence
.
So
soon
as
their
visitor
had
passed
,
the
observant
warriors
fell
back
from
the
entrance
,
and
arranging
themselves
about
him
,
they
seemed
patiently
to
await
the
moment
when
it
might
comport
with
the
dignity
of
the
stranger
to
speak
.
By
far
the
greater
number
stood
leaning
,
in
lazy
,
lounging
attitudes
,
against
the
upright
posts
that
supported
the
crazy
building
,
while
three
or
four
of
the
oldest
and
most
distinguished
of
the
chiefs
placed
themselves
on
the
earth
a
little
more
in
advance
.
A
flaring
torch
was
burning
in
the
place
,
and
sent
its
red
glare
from
face
to
face
and
figure
to
figure
,
as
it
waved
in
the
currents
of
air
.
Duncan
profited
by
its
light
to
read
the
probable
character
of
his
reception
,
in
the
countenances
of
his
hosts
.
But
his
ingenuity
availed
him
little
,
against
the
cold
artifices
of
the
people
he
had
encountered
.
The
chiefs
in
front
scarce
cast
a
glance
at
his
person
,
keeping
their
eyes
on
the
ground
,
with
an
air
that
might
have
been
intended
for
respect
,
but
which
it
was
quite
easy
to
construe
into
distrust
.
The
men
in
shadow
were
less
reserved
.
Duncan
soon
detected
their
searching
,
but
stolen
looks
,
which
,
in
truth
,
scanned
his
person
and
attire
inch
by
inch
;
leaving
no
emotion
of
the
countenance
,
no
gesture
,
no
line
of
the
paint
,
nor
even
the
fashion
of
a
garment
,
unheeded
,
and
without
comment
.
At
length
one
whose
hair
was
beginning
to
be
sprinkled
with
gray
,
but
whose
sinewy
limbs
and
firm
tread
announced
that
he
was
still
equal
to
the
duties
of
manhood
,
advanced
out
of
the
gloom
of
a
corner
,
whither
he
had
probably
posted
himself
to
make
his
observations
unseen
,
and
spoke
.
He
used
the
language
of
the
Wyandots
,
or
Hurons
;
his
words
were
,
consequently
,
unintelligible
to
Heyward
,
though
they
seemed
,
by
the
gestures
that
accompanied
them
,
to
be
uttered
more
in
courtesy
than
anger
.
The
latter
shook
his
head
,
and
made
a
gesture
indicative
of
his
inability
to
reply
.
"
Do
none
of
my
brothers
speak
the
French
or
the
English
?
"
he
said
,
in
the
former
language
,
looking
about
him
from
countenance
to
countenance
,
in
hopes
of
finding
a
nod
of
assent
.
Though
more
than
one
had
turned
,
as
if
to
catch
the
meaning
of
his
words
,
they
remained
unanswered
.
"
I
should
be
grieved
to
think
,
"
continued
Duncan
,
speaking
slowly
,
and
using
the
simplest
French
of
which
he
was
the
master
,
"
to
believe
,
that
none
of
this
wise
and
brave
nation
understand
the
language
that
the
'
Grand
Monarque
'
uses
when
he
talks
to
his
children
.
His
heart
would
be
heavy
did
he
believe
his
red
warriors
paid
him
so
little
respect
!
"
A
long
and
grave
pause
succeeded
,
during
which
no
movement
of
a
limb
,
nor
any
expression
of
an
eye
,
betrayed
the
impression
produced
by
his
remark
.
Duncan
,
who
knew
that
silence
was
a
virtue
among
his
hosts
,
gladly
had
recourse
to
the
custom
,
in
order
to
arrange
his
ideas
.
At
length
the
same
warrior
who
had
before
addressed
him
replied
,
by
dryly
demanding
,
in
the
language
of
the
Canadas
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