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But
these
were
events
of
a
time
later
than
that
which
concerns
our
tale
.
Deserted
by
all
of
his
color
,
Hawkeye
returned
to
the
spot
where
his
own
sympathies
led
him
,
with
a
force
that
no
ideal
bond
of
union
could
bestow
.
He
was
just
in
time
to
catch
a
parting
look
of
the
features
of
Uncas
,
whom
the
Delawares
were
already
inclosing
in
his
last
vestments
of
skins
.
They
paused
to
permit
the
longing
and
lingering
gaze
of
the
sturdy
woodsman
,
and
when
it
was
ended
,
the
body
was
enveloped
,
never
to
be
unclosed
again
.
Then
came
a
procession
like
the
other
,
and
the
whole
nation
was
collected
about
the
temporary
grave
of
the
chief
--
temporary
,
because
it
was
proper
that
,
at
some
future
day
,
his
bones
should
rest
among
those
of
his
own
people
.
The
movement
,
like
the
feeling
,
had
been
simultaneous
and
general
.
The
same
grave
expression
of
grief
,
the
same
rigid
silence
,
and
the
same
deference
to
the
principal
mourner
,
were
observed
around
the
place
of
interment
as
have
been
already
described
.
The
body
was
deposited
in
an
attitude
of
repose
,
facing
the
rising
sun
,
with
the
implements
of
war
and
of
the
chase
at
hand
,
in
readiness
for
the
final
journey
.
An
opening
was
left
in
the
shell
,
by
which
it
was
protected
from
the
soil
,
for
the
spirit
to
communicate
with
its
earthly
tenement
,
when
necessary
;
and
the
whole
was
concealed
from
the
instinct
,
and
protected
from
the
ravages
of
the
beasts
of
prey
,
with
an
ingenuity
peculiar
to
the
natives
.
The
manual
rites
then
ceased
,
and
all
present
reverted
to
the
more
spiritual
part
of
the
ceremonies
.
Chingachgook
became
once
more
the
object
of
the
common
attention
.
He
had
not
yet
spoken
,
and
something
consolatory
and
instructive
was
expected
from
so
renowned
a
chief
on
an
occasion
of
such
interest
.
Conscious
of
the
wishes
of
the
people
,
the
stern
and
self-restrained
warrior
raised
his
face
,
which
had
latterly
been
buried
in
his
robe
,
and
looked
about
him
with
a
steady
eye
.
His
firmly
compressed
and
expressive
lips
then
severed
,
and
for
the
first
time
during
the
long
ceremonies
his
voice
was
distinctly
audible
.
"
Why
do
my
brothers
mourn
!
"
he
said
,
regarding
the
dark
race
of
dejected
warriors
by
whom
he
was
environed
;
"
why
do
my
daughters
weep
!
that
a
young
man
has
gone
to
the
happy
hunting-grounds
;
that
a
chief
has
filled
his
time
with
honor
!
He
was
good
;
he
was
dutiful
;
he
was
brave
.
Who
can
deny
it
?
The
Manitou
had
need
of
such
a
warrior
,
and
He
has
called
him
away
.
As
for
me
,
the
son
and
the
father
of
Uncas
,
I
am
a
blazed
pine
,
in
a
clearing
of
the
pale-faces
.
My
race
has
gone
from
the
shores
of
the
salt
lake
,
and
the
hills
of
the
Delawares
.
But
who
can
say
that
the
Serpent
of
his
tribe
has
forgotten
his
wisdom
?
I
am
alone
--
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
cried
Hawkeye
,
who
had
been
gazing
with
a
yearning
look
at
the
rigid
features
of
his
friend
,
with
something
like
his
own
self-command
,
but
whose
philosophy
could
endure
no
longer
;
"
no
,
Sagamore
,
not
alone
.
The
gifts
of
our
colors
may
be
different
,
but
God
has
so
placed
us
as
to
journey
in
the
same
path
.
I
have
no
kin
,
and
I
may
also
say
,
like
you
,
no
people
He
was
your
son
,
and
a
redskin
by
nature
;
and
it
may
be
that
your
blood
was
nearer
--
but
if
ever
I
forget
the
lad
who
has
so
often
fou
'
t
at
my
side
in
war
,
and
slept
at
my
side
in
peace
,
may
He
who
made
us
all
,
whatever
may
be
our
color
or
our
gifts
,
forget
me
!
The
boy
has
left
us
for
a
time
;
but
,
Sagamore
,
you
are
not
alone
.
"
Chingachgook
grasped
the
hand
that
,
in
the
warmth
of
feeling
,
the
scout
had
stretched
across
the
fresh
earth
,
and
in
that
attitude
of
friendship
these
two
sturdy
and
intrepid
woodsmen
bowed
their
heads
together
,
while
scalding
tears
fell
to
their
feet
,
watering
the
grave
of
Uncas
like
drops
of
falling
rain
.
In
the
midst
of
the
awful
stillness
with
which
such
a
burst
of
feeling
,
coming
,
as
it
did
,
from
the
two
most
renowned
warriors
of
that
region
,
was
received
,
Tamenund
lifted
his
voice
to
disperse
the
multitude
.
"
It
is
enough
,
"
he
said
.
"
Go
,
children
of
the
Lenape
,
the
anger
of
the
Manitou
is
not
done
.
Why
should
Tamenund
stay
?
The
pale-faces
are
masters
of
the
earth
,
and
the
time
of
the
redmen
has
not
yet
come
again
.
My
day
has
been
too
long
.
In
the
morning
I
saw
the
sons
of
Unamis
happy
and
strong
;
and
yet
,
before
the
night
has
come
,
have
I
lived
to
see
the
last
warrior
of
the
wise
race
of
the
Mohicans
.
"