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It
were
impossible
to
say
what
violent
assertion
the
stubborn
Hawkeye
would
have
next
made
,
in
his
headlong
wish
to
vindicate
his
identity
,
had
not
the
aged
Delaware
once
more
interposed
.
"
The
hawk
which
comes
from
the
clouds
can
return
when
he
will
,
"
he
said
;
"
give
them
the
guns
.
"
This
time
the
scout
seized
the
rifle
with
avidity
;
nor
had
Magua
,
though
he
watched
the
movement
of
the
marksman
with
jealous
eyes
,
any
further
cause
for
apprehension
.
"
Now
let
it
be
proved
,
in
the
face
of
this
tribe
of
Delawares
,
which
is
the
better
man
,
"
cried
the
scout
,
tapping
the
butt
of
his
piece
with
that
finger
which
had
pulled
so
many
fatal
triggers
.
"
You
see
the
gourd
hanging
against
yonder
tree
,
major
;
if
you
are
a
marksman
fit
for
the
borders
,
let
me
see
you
break
its
shell
!
"
Duncan
noted
the
object
,
and
prepared
himself
to
renew
the
trial
.
The
gourd
was
one
of
the
usual
little
vessels
used
by
the
Indians
,
and
it
was
suspended
from
a
dead
branch
of
a
small
pine
,
by
a
thong
of
deer-skin
,
at
the
full
distance
of
a
hundred
yards
.
So
strangely
compounded
is
the
feeling
of
self-love
,
that
the
young
soldier
,
while
he
knew
the
utter
worthlessness
of
the
suffrages
of
his
savage
umpires
,
forgot
the
sudden
motives
of
the
contest
in
a
wish
to
excel
.
It
has
been
seen
,
already
,
that
his
skill
was
far
from
being
contemptible
,
and
he
now
resolved
to
put
forth
its
nicest
qualities
.
Had
his
life
depended
on
the
issue
,
the
aim
of
Duncan
could
not
have
been
more
deliberate
or
guarded
.
He
fired
;
and
three
or
four
young
Indians
,
who
sprang
forward
at
the
report
,
announced
with
a
shout
,
that
the
ball
was
in
the
tree
,
a
very
little
on
one
side
of
the
proper
object
.
The
warriors
uttered
a
common
ejaculation
of
pleasure
,
and
then
turned
their
eyes
inquiringly
on
the
movements
of
his
rival
.
"
It
may
do
for
the
Royal
Americans
!
"
said
Hawkeye
,
laughing
once
more
in
his
own
silent
,
heartfelt
manner
;
"
but
had
my
gun
often
turned
so
much
from
the
true
line
,
many
a
marten
,
whose
skin
is
now
in
a
lady
's
muff
,
would
still
be
in
the
woods
;
ay
,
and
many
a
bloody
Mingo
,
who
has
departed
to
his
final
account
,
would
be
acting
his
deviltries
at
this
very
day
,
atween
the
provinces
.
I
hope
the
squaw
who
owns
the
gourd
has
more
of
them
in
her
wigwam
,
for
this
will
never
hold
water
again
!
"
The
scout
had
shook
his
priming
,
and
cocked
his
piece
,
while
speaking
;
and
,
as
he
ended
,
he
threw
back
a
foot
,
and
slowly
raised
the
muzzle
from
the
earth
:
the
motion
was
steady
,
uniform
,
and
in
one
direction
.
When
on
a
perfect
level
,
it
remained
for
a
single
moment
,
without
tremor
or
variation
,
as
though
both
man
and
rifle
were
carved
in
stone
.
During
that
stationary
instant
,
it
poured
forth
its
contents
,
in
a
bright
,
glancing
sheet
of
flame
.
Again
the
young
Indians
bounded
forward
;
but
their
hurried
search
and
disappointed
looks
announced
that
no
traces
of
the
bullet
were
to
be
seen
.
"
Go
!
"
said
the
old
chief
to
the
scout
,
in
a
tone
of
strong
disgust
;
"
thou
art
a
wolf
in
the
skin
of
a
dog
.
I
will
talk
to
the
'
Long
Rifle
'
of
the
Yengeese
.
"
