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A
short
and
sullen
pause
succeeded
this
bold
assertion
.
Duncan
,
who
understood
the
Mohican
to
allude
to
the
fatal
rifle
of
the
scout
,
bent
forward
in
earnest
observation
of
the
effect
it
might
produce
on
the
conquerors
;
but
the
chief
was
content
with
simply
retorting
--
"
If
the
Lenape
are
so
skilful
,
why
is
one
of
their
bravest
warriors
here
?
"
"
He
followed
in
the
steps
of
a
flying
coward
,
and
fell
into
a
snare
.
The
cunning
beaver
may
be
caught
.
"
As
Uncas
thus
replied
,
he
pointed
with
his
finger
toward
the
solitary
Huron
,
but
without
deigning
to
bestow
any
other
notice
on
so
unworthy
an
object
.
The
words
of
the
answer
and
the
air
of
the
speaker
produced
a
strong
sensation
among
his
auditors
.
Every
eye
rolled
sullenly
towards
the
individual
indicated
by
the
simple
gesture
,
and
a
low
,
threatening
murmur
passed
through
the
crowd
.
The
ominous
sounds
reached
the
outer
door
,
and
the
women
and
children
pressing
into
the
throng
,
no
gap
had
been
left
,
between
shoulder
and
shoulder
,
that
was
not
now
filled
with
the
dark
lineaments
of
some
eager
and
curious
human
countenance
.
In
the
meantime
,
the
more
aged
chiefs
,
in
the
centre
,
communed
with
each
other
in
short
and
broken
sentences
.
Not
a
word
was
uttered
that
did
not
convey
the
meaning
of
the
speaker
,
in
the
simplest
and
most
energetic
form
.
Again
,
a
long
and
deeply
solemn
pause
took
place
.
It
was
known
,
by
all
present
,
to
be
the
grave
precursor
of
a
weighty
and
important
judgment
.
They
who
composed
the
outer
circle
of
faces
were
on
tiptoe
to
gaze
;
and
even
the
culprit
for
an
instant
forgot
his
shame
in
a
deeper
emotion
,
and
exposed
his
abject
features
,
in
order
to
cast
an
anxious
and
troubled
glance
at
the
dark
assemblage
of
chiefs
.
The
silence
was
finally
broken
by
the
aged
warrior
so
often
named
.
He
arose
from
the
earth
,
and
moving
past
the
immovable
form
of
Uncas
,
placed
himself
in
a
dignified
attitude
before
the
offender
.
At
that
moment
,
the
withered
squaw
already
mentioned
moved
into
the
circle
,
in
a
slow
,
sideling
sort
of
a
dance
,
holding
the
torch
,
and
muttering
the
indistinct
words
of
what
might
have
been
a
species
of
incantation
.
Though
her
presence
was
altogether
an
intrusion
,
it
was
unheeded
.
Approaching
Uncas
,
she
held
the
blazing
brand
in
such
a
manner
as
to
cast
its
red
glare
on
his
person
,
and
to
expose
the
slightest
emotion
of
his
countenance
.
The
Mohican
maintained
his
firm
and
haughty
attitude
;
and
his
eye
,
so
far
from
deigning
to
meet
her
inquisitive
look
,
dwelt
steadily
on
the
distance
,
as
though
it
penetrated
the
obstacles
which
impeded
the
view
,
and
looked
into
futurity
.
Satisfied
with
her
examination
,
she
left
him
,
with
a
slight
expression
of
pleasure
,
and
proceeded
to
practise
the
same
trying
experiment
on
her
delinquent
countryman
.
The
young
Huron
was
in
his
war
paint
,
and
very
little
of
a
finely
moulded
form
was
concealed
by
his
attire
.
The
light
rendered
every
limb
and
joint
discernible
,
and
Duncan
turned
away
in
horror
when
he
saw
they
were
writhing
in
irrepressible
agony
.
The
woman
was
commencing
a
low
and
plaintive
howl
at
the
sad
and
shameful
spectacle
,
when
the
chief
put
forth
his
hand
and
gently
pushed
her
aside
.
