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The
latter
was
not
yet
ended
,
when
the
sensation
among
the
men
had
entirely
abated
.
Each
one
in
presence
seated
himself
,
as
though
ashamed
of
his
precipitation
;
but
it
was
many
minutes
before
their
meaning
eyes
ceased
to
roll
towards
their
captive
,
in
curious
examination
of
a
warrior
who
had
so
often
proved
his
prowess
on
the
best
and
proudest
of
their
nation
.
Uncas
enjoyed
his
victory
,
but
was
content
with
merely
exhibiting
his
triumph
by
a
quiet
smile
--
an
emblem
of
scorn
which
belongs
to
all
time
and
every
nation
.
Magua
caught
the
expression
,
and
raising
his
arm
,
he
shook
it
at
the
captive
,
the
light
silver
ornaments
attached
to
his
bracelet
rattling
with
the
trembling
agitation
of
the
limb
,
as
,
in
a
tone
of
vengeance
,
he
exclaimed
,
in
English
--
"
Mohican
,
you
die
!
"
"
The
healing
waters
will
never
bring
the
dead
Hurons
to
life
,
"
returned
Uncas
,
in
the
music
of
the
Delawares
;
"
the
tumbling
river
washes
their
bones
;
their
men
are
squaws
;
their
women
owls
.
Go
!
call
together
the
Huron
dogs
,
that
they
may
look
upon
a
warrior
.
My
nostrils
are
offended
;
they
scent
the
blood
of
a
coward
.
"
The
latter
allusion
struck
deep
,
and
the
injury
rankled
.
Many
of
the
Hurons
understood
the
strange
tongue
in
which
the
captive
spoke
,
among
which
number
was
Magua
.
This
cunning
savage
beheld
,
and
instantly
profited
by
his
advantage
.
Dropping
the
light
robe
of
skin
from
his
shoulder
,
he
stretched
forth
his
arm
,
and
commenced
a
burst
of
his
dangerous
and
artful
eloquence
.
However
much
his
influence
among
his
people
had
been
impaired
by
his
occasional
and
besetting
weakness
,
as
well
as
by
his
desertion
of
the
tribe
,
his
courage
and
his
fame
as
an
orator
were
undeniable
.
He
never
spoke
without
auditors
,
and
rarely
without
making
converts
to
his
opinions
.
On
the
present
occasion
,
his
native
powers
were
stimulated
by
the
thirst
of
revenge
.
He
again
recounted
the
events
of
the
attack
on
the
island
at
Glenn
's
,
the
death
of
his
associates
,
and
the
escape
of
their
most
formidable
enemies
.
Then
he
described
the
nature
and
position
of
the
mount
whither
he
had
led
such
captives
as
had
fallen
into
their
hands
.
Of
his
own
bloody
intentions
towards
the
maidens
,
and
of
his
baffled
malice
he
made
no
mention
,
but
passed
rapidly
on
to
the
surprise
of
the
party
by
La
Longue
Carabine
,
and
its
fatal
termination
.
Here
he
paused
,
and
looked
about
him
,
in
affected
veneration
for
the
departed
,
but
,
in
truth
,
to
note
the
effect
of
his
opening
narrative
.
As
usual
,
every
eye
was
riveted
on
his
face
.
Each
dusky
figure
seemed
a
breathing
statue
,
so
motionless
was
the
posture
,
so
intense
the
attention
of
the
individual
.
Then
Magua
dropped
his
voice
,
which
had
hitherto
been
clear
,
strong
,
and
elevated
,
and
touched
upon
the
merits
of
the
dead
.
No
quality
that
was
likely
to
command
the
sympathy
of
an
Indian
escaped
his
notice
.
One
had
never
been
known
to
follow
the
chase
in
vain
;
another
had
been
indefatigable
on
the
trail
of
their
enemies
.
This
was
brave
,
that
generous
.
In
short
,
he
so
managed
his
allusions
,
that
in
a
nation
,
which
was
composed
of
so
few
families
,
he
contrived
to
strike
every
chord
that
might
find
,
in
its
turn
,
some
breast
in
which
to
vibrate
.
"
Are
the
bones
of
my
young
men
,
"
he
concluded
,
"
in
the
burial-place
of
the
Hurons
?
You
know
they
are
not
.
Their
spirits
are
gone
towards
the
setting
sun
,
and
are
already
crossing
the
great
waters
,
to
the
happy
hunting-grounds
.
But
they
departed
without
food
,
without
guns
or
knives
,
without
moccasins
,
naked
and
poor
as
they
were
born
.
Shall
this
be
?
Are
their
souls
to
enter
the
land
of
the
just
like
hungry
Iroquois
or
unmanly
Delawares
;
or
shall
they
meet
their
friends
with
arms
in
their
hands
and
robes
on
their
backs
?
What
will
our
fathers
think
the
tribes
of
the
Wyandots
have
become
?
They
will
look
on
their
children
with
a
dark
eye
,
and
say
,
Go
!
a
Chippewa
has
come
hither
with
the
name
of
a
Huron
.
Brothers
,
we
must
not
forget
the
dead
;
a
redskin
never
ceases
to
remember
.
We
will
load
the
back
of
this
Mohican
until
he
staggers
under
our
bounty
,
and
despatch
him
after
my
young
men
.
They
call
to
us
for
aid
,
though
our
ears
are
not
open
;
they
say
,
Forget
us
not
.
When
they
see
the
spirit
of
this
Mohican
toiling
after
them
with
his
burden
,
they
will
know
we
are
of
that
mind
.
Then
will
they
go
on
happy
;
and
our
children
will
say
,
'
So
did
our
fathers
to
their
friends
,
so
must
we
do
to
them
.
'
What
is
a
Yengee
?
we
have
slain
many
,
but
the
earth
is
still
pale
.
A
stain
on
the
name
of
a
Huron
can
only
be
hid
by
blood
that
comes
from
the
veins
of
an
Indian
.
Let
this
Delaware
die
.
"
