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The
huge
and
unwieldy
talons
pawed
stupidly
about
the
grinning
muzzle
,
and
while
Heyward
kept
his
eyes
riveted
on
its
movements
with
jealous
watchfulness
,
the
grim
head
fell
on
one
side
,
and
in
its
place
appeared
the
honest
,
sturdy
countenance
of
the
scout
,
who
was
indulging
from
the
bottom
of
his
soul
,
in
his
own
peculiar
expression
of
merriment
.
"
Hist
!
"
said
the
wary
woodsman
,
interrupting
Heyward
's
exclamation
of
surprise
;
"
the
varlets
are
about
the
place
,
and
any
sounds
that
are
not
natural
to
witchcraft
would
bring
them
back
upon
us
in
a
body
.
"
"
Tell
me
the
meaning
of
this
masquerade
;
and
why
you
have
attempted
so
desperate
an
adventure
.
"
"
Ah
!
reason
and
calculation
are
often
outdone
by
accident
,
"
returned
the
scout
.
"
But
as
a
story
should
always
commence
at
the
beginning
,
I
will
tell
you
the
whole
in
order
.
After
we
parted
I
placed
the
commandant
and
the
Sagamore
in
an
old
beaver
lodge
,
where
they
are
safer
from
the
Hurons
than
they
would
be
in
the
garrison
of
Edward
,
for
your
high
northwest
Indians
,
not
having
as
yet
got
the
traders
among
them
,
continue
to
venerate
the
beaver
.
After
which
Uncas
and
I
pushed
for
the
other
encampment
,
as
was
agreed
;
have
you
seen
the
lad
?
"
"
To
my
great
grief
!
he
is
captive
,
and
condemned
to
die
at
the
rising
of
the
sun
.
"
"
I
had
misgivings
that
such
would
be
his
fate
,
"
resumed
the
scout
,
in
a
less
confident
and
joyous
tone
.
But
soon
regaining
his
naturally
firm
voice
,
he
continued
:
"
His
bad
fortune
is
the
true
reason
of
my
being
here
,
for
it
would
never
do
to
abandon
such
a
boy
to
the
Hurons
.
A
rare
time
the
knaves
would
have
of
it
,
could
they
tie
The
Bounding
Elk
and
The
Long
Carabine
,
as
they
call
me
,
to
the
same
stake
!
Though
why
they
have
given
me
such
a
name
I
never
knew
,
there
being
as
little
likeness
between
the
gifts
of
'
Killdeer
,
'
and
the
performance
of
one
of
your
real
Canada
carabynes
,
as
there
is
between
the
natur
'
of
a
pipe-stone
and
a
flint
!
"
"
Keep
to
your
tale
,
"
said
the
impatient
Heyward
;
"
we
know
not
at
what
moment
the
Hurons
may
return
.
"
"
No
fear
of
them
.
A
conjurer
must
have
his
time
,
like
a
straggling
priest
in
the
settlements
.
We
are
as
safe
from
interruption
as
a
missionary
would
be
at
the
beginning
of
a
two
hours
'
discourse
.
Well
,
Uncas
and
I
fell
in
with
a
return
party
of
the
varlets
;
the
lad
was
much
too
forward
for
a
scout
;
nay
,
for
that
matter
,
being
of
hot
blood
,
he
was
not
so
much
to
blame
;
and
,
after
all
,
one
of
the
Hurons
proved
a
coward
,
and
in
fleeing
led
him
into
an
ambushment
.
"
"
And
dearly
has
he
paid
for
the
weakness
!
"
