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Then
,
with
another
transition
in
voice
and
subject
,
allusions
were
made
to
the
virgin
who
wept
in
the
adjacent
lodge
.
They
compared
her
to
flakes
of
snow
;
as
pure
,
as
white
,
as
brilliant
,
and
as
liable
to
melt
in
the
fierce
heats
of
summer
,
or
congeal
in
the
frosts
of
winter
.
They
doubted
not
that
she
was
lovely
in
the
eyes
of
the
young
chief
,
whose
skin
and
whose
sorrow
seemed
so
like
her
own
;
but
,
though
far
from
expressing
such
a
preference
,
it
was
evident
they
deemed
her
less
excellent
than
the
maid
they
mourned
.
Still
they
denied
her
no
meed
her
rare
charms
might
properly
claim
.
Her
ringlets
were
compared
to
the
exuberant
tendrils
of
the
vine
,
her
eye
to
the
blue
vault
of
the
heavens
,
and
the
most
spotless
cloud
,
with
its
glowing
flush
of
the
sun
,
was
admitted
to
be
less
attractive
than
her
bloom
.
During
these
and
similar
songs
nothing
was
audible
but
the
murmurs
of
the
music
;
relieved
,
as
it
was
,
or
rather
rendered
terrible
,
by
those
occasional
bursts
of
grief
which
might
be
called
its
choruses
.
The
Delawares
themselves
listened
like
charmed
men
;
and
it
was
very
apparent
,
by
the
variations
of
their
speaking
countenances
,
how
deep
and
true
was
their
sympathy
.
Even
David
was
not
reluctant
to
lend
his
ears
to
tones
of
voices
so
sweet
;
and
long
ere
the
chant
was
ended
,
his
gaze
announced
that
his
soul
was
enthralled
.
The
scout
,
to
whom
alone
,
of
all
the
white
men
,
the
words
were
intelligible
,
suffered
himself
to
be
a
little
aroused
from
his
meditative
posture
,
and
bent
his
face
aside
,
to
catch
their
meaning
,
as
the
girls
proceeded
.
But
when
they
spoke
of
the
future
prospects
of
Cora
and
Uncas
,
he
shook
his
head
,
like
one
who
knew
the
error
of
their
simple
creed
,
and
resuming
his
reclining
attitude
,
he
maintained
it
until
the
ceremony
--
if
that
might
be
called
a
ceremony
,
in
which
feeling
was
so
deeply
imbued
--
was
finished
.
Happily
for
the
self-command
of
both
Heyward
and
Munro
,
they
knew
not
the
meaning
of
the
wild
sounds
they
heard
.
Chingachgook
was
a
solitary
exception
to
the
interest
manifested
by
the
native
part
of
the
audience
.
His
look
never
changed
throughout
the
whole
of
the
scene
,
nor
did
a
muscle
move
in
his
rigid
countenance
,
even
at
the
wildest
or
the
most
pathetic
parts
of
the
lamentation
.
The
cold
and
senseless
remains
of
his
son
was
all
to
him
,
and
every
other
sense
but
that
of
sight
seemed
frozen
,
in
order
that
his
eyes
might
take
their
final
gaze
at
those
lineaments
he
had
so
long
loved
,
and
which
were
now
about
to
be
closed
forever
from
his
view
.
In
this
stage
of
the
funeral
obsequies
,
a
warrior
much
renowned
for
deeds
in
arms
,
and
more
especially
for
services
in
the
recent
combat
,
a
man
of
stern
and
grave
demeanor
,
advanced
slowly
from
the
crowd
,
and
placed
himself
nigh
the
person
of
the
dead
.
"
Why
hast
thou
left
us
,
pride
of
the
Wapanachki
?
"
he
said
,
addressing
himself
to
the
dull
ears
of
Uncas
,
as
if
the
empty
clay
retained
the
faculties
of
the
animated
man
;
"
thy
time
has
been
like
that
of
the
sun
when
in
the
trees
;
thy
glory
brighter
than
his
light
at
noonday
.
Thou
art
gone
,
youthful
warrior
,
but
a
hundred
Wyandots
are
clearing
the
briers
from
thy
path
to
the
world
of
spirits
.
Who
that
saw
thee
in
battle
would
believe
that
thou
couldst
die
?
Who
before
thee
has
ever
shown
Uttawa
the
way
into
the
fight
?
Thy
feet
were
like
the
wings
of
eagles
;
thine
arm
heavier
than
falling
branches
from
the
pine
;
and
thy
voice
like
the
Manitou
when
he
speaks
in
the
clouds
.
The
tongue
of
Uttawa
is
weak
,
"
he
added
,
looking
about
him
with
a
melancholy
gaze
,
"
and
his
heart
exceeding
heavy
.
Pride
of
the
Wapanachki
,
why
hast
thou
left
us
?
"
He
was
succeeded
by
others
,
in
due
order
,
until
most
of
the
high
and
gifted
men
of
the
nation
had
sung
or
spoken
their
tribute
of
praise
over
the
manes
of
the
deceased
chief
.
When
each
had
ended
,
another
deep
and
breathing
silence
reigned
in
all
the
place
.
Then
a
low
,
deep
sound
was
heard
,
like
the
suppressed
accompaniment
of
distant
music
,
rising
just
high
enough
on
the
air
to
be
audible
,
and
yet
so
indistinctly
,
as
to
leave
its
character
,
and
the
place
whence
it
proceeded
,
alike
matters
of
conjecture
.
It
was
,
however
,
succeeded
by
another
and
another
strain
,
each
in
a
higher
key
,
until
they
grew
on
the
ear
,
first
in
long
drawn
and
often
repeated
interjections
,
and
finally
in
words
.
The
lips
of
Chingachgook
had
so
far
parted
,
as
to
announce
that
it
was
the
monody
of
the
father
.
