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"
Reed-that-bends
,
"
he
said
,
addressing
the
young
culprit
by
name
,
and
in
his
proper
language
,
"
though
the
Great
Spirit
has
made
you
pleasant
to
the
eyes
,
it
would
have
been
better
that
you
had
not
been
born
.
Your
tongue
is
loud
in
the
village
,
but
in
battle
it
is
still
.
None
of
my
young
men
strike
the
tomahawk
deeper
into
the
war-post
--
none
of
them
so
lightly
on
the
Yengeese
.
The
enemy
know
the
shape
of
your
back
,
but
they
have
never
seen
the
color
of
your
eyes
.
Three
times
have
they
called
on
you
to
come
,
and
as
often
did
you
forget
to
answer
.
Your
name
will
never
be
mentioned
again
in
your
tribe
--
it
is
already
forgotten
.
"
As
the
chief
slowly
uttered
these
words
,
pausing
impressively
between
each
sentence
,
the
culprit
raised
his
face
,
in
deference
to
the
other
's
rank
and
years
.
Shame
,
horror
,
and
pride
struggled
in
its
lineaments
.
His
eye
,
which
was
contracted
with
inward
anguish
,
gleamed
on
the
persons
of
those
whose
breath
was
his
fame
;
and
the
latter
emotion
for
an
instant
predominated
.
He
arose
to
his
feet
,
and
baring
his
bosom
,
looked
steadily
on
the
keen
,
glittering
knife
,
that
was
already
upheld
by
his
inexorable
judge
.
As
the
weapon
passed
slowly
into
his
heart
he
even
smiled
,
as
if
in
joy
at
having
found
death
less
dreadful
than
he
had
anticipated
,
and
fell
heavily
on
his
face
,
at
the
feet
of
the
rigid
and
unyielding
form
of
Uncas
The
squaw
gave
a
loud
and
plaintive
yell
,
dashed
the
torch
to
the
earth
,
and
buried
everything
in
darkness
.
The
whole
shuddering
group
of
spectators
glided
from
the
lodge
,
like
troubled
sprites
;
and
Duncan
thought
that
he
and
the
yet
throbbing
body
of
the
victim
of
an
Indian
judgment
had
now
become
its
only
tenants
.
"
Thus
spoke
the
sage
:
the
kings
without
delay
Dissolve
the
council
,
and
their
chief
obey
.
"
Pope
's
Iliad
.
A
single
moment
served
to
convince
the
youth
that
he
was
mistaken
.
A
hand
was
laid
,
with
a
powerful
pressure
,
on
his
arm
,
and
the
low
voice
of
Uncas
muttered
in
his
ears
--
"
The
Hurons
are
dogs
.
The
sight
of
a
coward
's
blood
can
never
make
a
warrior
tremble
.
The
'
Gray
Head
'
and
the
Sagamore
are
safe
,
and
the
rifle
of
Hawkeye
is
not
asleep
.
Go
--
Uncas
and
the
'
Open
Hand
'
are
now
strangers
.
It
is
enough
.
"
Heyward
would
gladly
have
heard
more
,
but
a
gentle
push
from
his
friend
urged
him
towards
the
door
,
and
admonished
him
of
the
danger
that
might
attend
the
discovery
of
their
intercourse
.
Slowly
and
reluctantly
yielding
to
the
necessity
,
he
quitted
the
place
,
and
mingled
with
the
throng
that
hovered
nigh
.
The
dying
fires
in
the
clearing
cast
a
dim
and
uncertain
light
on
the
dusky
figures
that
were
silently
stalking
to
and
fro
;
and
occasionally
a
brighter
gleam
than
common
glanced
into
the
lodge
,
and
exhibited
the
figure
of
Uncas
still
maintaining
its
upright
attitude
near
the
dead
body
of
the
Huron
.
A
knot
of
warriors
soon
entered
the
place
again
,
and
reissuing
,
they
bore
the
senseless
remains
into
the
adjacent
woods
.
After
this
termination
of
the
scene
,
Duncan
wandered
among
the
lodges
,
unquestioned
and
unnoticed
,
endeavoring
to
find
some
trace
of
her
in
whose
behalf
he
incurred
the
risk
he
ran
.
In
the
present
temper
of
the
tribe
,
it
would
have
been
easy
to
have
fled
and
rejoined
his
companions
,
had
such
a
wish
crossed
his
mind
.
