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A
short
,
and
apparently
an
embarrassed
silence
succeeded
this
remark
,
which
was
interrupted
by
the
scout
calling
to
them
,
aloud
,
to
enter
.
"
This
fire
begins
to
show
too
bright
a
flame
,
"
he
continued
,
as
they
complied
,
"
and
might
light
the
Mingos
to
our
undoing
.
Uncas
,
drop
the
blanket
,
and
show
the
knaves
its
dark
side
.
This
is
not
such
a
supper
as
a
major
of
the
Royal
Americans
has
a
right
to
expect
,
but
I
've
known
stout
detachments
of
the
corps
glad
to
eat
their
venison
raw
,
and
without
a
relish
too
.
Here
,
you
see
,
we
have
plenty
of
salt
,
and
can
make
a
quick
broil
.
There
's
fresh
sassafras
boughs
for
the
ladies
to
sit
on
,
which
may
not
be
as
proud
as
their
my-hog-guinea
chairs
,
but
which
sends
up
a
sweeter
flavor
than
the
skin
of
any
hog
can
do
,
be
it
of
Guinea
,
or
be
it
of
any
other
land
.
Come
,
friend
,
do
n't
be
mournful
for
the
colt
;
'
twas
an
innocent
thing
,
and
had
not
seen
much
hardship
.
Its
death
will
save
the
creature
many
a
sore
back
and
weary
foot
!
"
Uncas
did
as
the
other
had
directed
,
and
when
the
voice
of
Hawkeye
ceased
,
the
roar
of
the
cataract
sounded
like
the
rumbling
of
distant
thunder
.
"
Are
we
quite
safe
in
this
cavern
?
"
demanded
Heyward
.
"
Is
there
no
danger
of
surprise
?
A
single
armed
man
,
at
its
entrance
,
would
hold
us
at
his
mercy
.
"
A
spectral-looking
figure
stalked
from
out
the
darkness
behind
the
scout
,
and
seizing
a
blazing
brand
,
held
it
towards
the
farther
extremity
of
their
place
of
retreat
.
Alice
uttered
a
faint
shriek
,
and
even
Cora
rose
to
her
feet
,
as
this
appalling
object
moved
into
the
light
;
but
a
single
word
from
Heyward
calmed
them
,
with
the
assurance
it
was
only
their
attendant
,
Chingachgook
,
who
,
lifting
another
blanket
,
discovered
that
the
cavern
had
two
outlets
.
Then
,
holding
the
brand
,
he
crossed
a
deep
,
narrow
chasm
in
the
rocks
,
which
ran
at
right
angles
with
the
passage
they
were
in
,
but
which
,
unlike
that
,
was
open
to
the
heavens
,
and
entered
another
cave
,
answering
to
the
description
of
the
first
,
in
every
essential
particular
.
"
Such
old
foxes
as
Chingachgook
and
myself
are
not
often
caught
in
a
burrow
with
one
hole
,
"
said
Hawkeye
,
laughing
;
"
you
can
easily
see
the
cunning
of
the
place
--
the
rock
is
black
limestone
,
which
everybody
knows
is
soft
;
it
makes
no
uncomfortable
pillow
,
where
brush
and
pine
wood
is
scarce
;
well
,
the
fall
was
once
a
few
yards
below
us
,
and
I
dare
to
say
was
,
in
its
time
,
as
regular
and
as
handsome
a
sheet
of
water
as
any
along
the
Hudson
.
But
old
age
is
a
great
injury
to
good
looks
,
as
these
sweet
young
ladies
have
yet
to
l'arn
!
The
place
is
sadly
changed
!
These
rocks
are
full
of
cracks
,
and
in
some
places
they
are
softer
than
at
othersome
,
and
the
water
has
worked
out
deep
hollows
for
itself
,
until
it
has
fallen
back
,
ay
,
some
hundred
feet
,
breaking
here
and
wearing
there
,
until
the
falls
have
neither
shape
nor
consistency
.
"
In
what
part
of
them
are
we
?
"
asked
Heyward
.
"
Why
,
we
are
nigh
the
spot
that
Providence
first
placed
them
at
,
but
where
,
it
seems
,
they
were
too
rebellious
to
stay
.
The
rock
proved
softer
on
each
side
of
us
,
and
so
they
left
the
centre
of
the
river
bare
and
dry
,
first
working
out
these
two
little
holes
for
us
to
hide
in
.
"
"
We
are
then
on
an
island
?
"
"
Ay
!
there
are
the
falls
on
two
sides
of
us
,
and
the
river
above
and
below
.
If
you
had
daylight
,
it
would
be
worth
the
trouble
to
step
up
on
the
height
of
this
rock
,
and
look
at
the
perversity
of
the
water
.
It
falls
by
no
rule
at
all
;
sometimes
it
leaps
,
sometimes
it
tumbles
;
there
,
it
skips
;
here
,
it
shoots
;
in
one
place
'
tis
white
as
snow
,
and
in
another
'
tis
green
as
grass
;
hereabouts
,
it
pitches
into
deep
hollows
,
that
rumble
and
quake
the
'
arth
;
and
hereaway
,
it
ripples
and
sings
like
a
brook
,
fashioning
whirlpools
and
gulleys
in
the
old
stone
,
as
it
'
twas
no
harder
than
trodden
clay
.
The
whole
design
of
the
river
seems
disconcerted
.
First
it
runs
smoothly
,
as
if
meaning
to
go
down
the
descent
as
things
were
ordered
;
then
it
angles
about
and
faces
the
shores
;
nor
are
there
places
wanting
where
it
looks
backward
,
as
if
unwilling
to
leave
the
wilderness
,
to
mingle
with
the
salt
!
Ay
,
lady
,
the
fine
cobweb-looking
cloth
you
wear
at
your
throat
,
is
coarse
,
and
like
a
fish-net
,
to
little
spots
I
can
show
you
,
where
the
river
fabricates
all
sorts
of
images
,
as
if
,
having
broke
loose
from
order
,
it
would
try
its
hand
at
everything
.
