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"
The
Delawares
have
been
like
bears
after
the
honey-pots
,
prowling
around
my
village
.
But
who
has
ever
found
a
Huron
asleep
?
"
The
darkness
of
the
impending
cloud
which
precedes
a
burst
of
thunder
was
not
blacker
than
the
brow
of
Magua
as
he
exclaimed
--
"
The
Delawares
of
the
Lakes
!
"
"
Not
so
.
They
who
wear
the
petticoats
of
squaws
,
on
their
own
river
.
One
of
them
has
been
passing
the
tribe
.
"
"
Did
my
young
men
take
his
scalp
?
"
"
His
legs
were
good
,
though
his
arm
is
better
for
the
hoe
than
the
tomahawk
,
"
returned
the
other
,
pointing
to
the
immovable
form
of
Uncas
.
Instead
of
manifesting
any
womanish
curiosity
to
feast
his
eyes
with
the
sight
of
a
captive
from
a
people
he
was
known
to
have
so
much
reason
to
hate
,
Magua
continued
to
smoke
,
with
the
meditative
air
that
he
usually
maintained
,
when
there
was
no
immediate
call
on
his
cunning
or
his
eloquence
.
Although
secretly
amazed
at
the
facts
communicated
by
the
speech
of
the
aged
father
,
he
permitted
himself
to
ask
no
questions
,
reserving
his
inquiries
for
a
more
suitable
moment
.
It
was
only
after
a
sufficient
interval
that
he
shook
the
ashes
from
his
pipe
,
replaced
the
tomahawk
,
tightened
his
girdle
,
and
arose
,
casting
for
the
first
time
a
glance
in
the
direction
of
the
prisoner
,
who
stood
a
little
behind
him
.
The
wary
,
though
seemingly
abstracted
Uncas
,
caught
a
glimpse
of
the
movement
,
and
turning
suddenly
to
the
light
,
their
looks
met
.
Near
a
minute
these
two
bold
and
untamed
spirits
stood
regarding
one
another
steadily
in
the
eye
,
neither
quailing
in
the
least
before
the
fierce
gaze
he
encountered
.
The
form
of
Uncas
dilated
,
and
his
nostrils
opened
like
those
of
a
tiger
at
bay
;
but
so
rigid
and
unyielding
was
his
posture
,
that
he
might
easily
have
been
converted
by
the
imagination
into
an
exquisite
and
faultless
representation
of
the
warlike
deity
of
his
tribe
.
The
lineaments
of
the
quivering
features
of
Magua
proved
more
ductile
;
his
countenance
gradually
lost
its
character
of
defiance
in
an
expression
of
ferocious
joy
,
and
heaving
a
breath
from
the
very
bottom
of
his
chest
,
he
pronounced
aloud
the
very
formidable
name
of
--
"
Le
Cerf
Agile
!
"
Each
warrior
sprang
upon
his
feet
at
the
utterance
of
the
well
known
appellation
,
and
there
was
a
short
period
during
which
the
stoical
constancy
of
the
natives
was
completely
conquered
by
surprise
.
The
hated
and
yet
respected
name
was
repeated
as
by
one
voice
,
carrying
the
sound
even
beyond
the
limits
of
the
lodge
.
The
women
and
children
,
who
lingered
around
the
entrance
,
took
up
the
words
in
an
echo
,
which
was
succeeded
by
another
shrill
and
plaintive
howl
.
