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"
With
joyful
pleasure
do
I
consent
,
"
said
David
,
adjusting
his
iron-rimmed
spectacles
,
and
producing
his
beloved
little
volume
,
which
he
immediately
tendered
to
Alice
.
"
What
can
be
more
fitting
and
consolatory
,
than
to
offer
up
evening
praise
,
after
a
day
of
such
exceeding
jeopardy
!
"
Alice
smiled
;
but
regarding
Heyward
,
she
blushed
and
hesitated
.
"
Indulge
yourself
,
"
he
whispered
:
"
ought
not
the
suggestion
of
the
worthy
namesake
of
the
Psalmist
to
have
its
weight
at
such
a
moment
?
"
Encouraged
by
his
opinion
,
Alice
did
what
her
pious
inclinations
and
her
keen
relish
for
gentle
sounds
,
had
before
so
strongly
urged
.
The
book
was
open
at
a
hymn
not
ill
adapted
to
their
situation
,
and
in
which
the
poet
,
no
longer
goaded
by
his
desire
to
excel
the
inspired
king
of
Israel
,
had
discovered
some
chastened
and
respectable
powers
.
Cora
betrayed
a
disposition
to
support
her
sister
,
and
the
sacred
song
proceeded
,
after
the
indispensable
preliminaries
of
the
pitch-pipe
and
the
tune
had
been
duly
attended
to
by
the
methodical
David
.
The
air
was
solemn
and
slow
.
At
times
it
rose
to
the
fullest
compass
of
the
rich
voices
of
the
females
,
who
hung
over
their
little
book
in
holy
excitement
,
and
again
it
sank
so
low
,
that
the
rushing
of
the
waters
ran
through
their
melody
,
like
a
hollow
accompaniment
.
The
natural
taste
and
true
ear
of
David
governed
and
modified
the
sounds
to
suit
the
confined
cavern
,
every
crevice
,
and
cranny
of
which
was
filled
with
the
thrilling
notes
of
their
flexible
voices
.
The
Indians
riveted
their
eyes
on
the
rocks
,
and
listened
with
an
attention
that
seemed
to
turn
them
into
stone
.
But
the
scout
,
who
had
placed
his
chin
in
his
hand
,
with
an
expression
of
cold
indifference
,
gradually
suffered
his
rigid
features
to
relax
,
until
,
as
verse
succeeded
verse
,
he
felt
his
iron
nature
subdued
,
while
his
recollection
was
carried
back
to
boyhood
,
when
his
ears
had
been
accustomed
to
listen
to
similar
sounds
of
praise
,
in
the
settlements
of
the
colony
.
His
roving
eyes
began
to
moisten
,
and
before
the
hymn
was
ended
,
scalding
tears
rolled
out
of
fountains
that
had
long
seemed
dry
,
and
followed
each
other
down
those
cheeks
,
that
had
oftener
felt
the
storms
of
heaven
than
any
testimonials
of
weakness
.
The
singers
were
dwelling
on
one
of
those
low
,
dying
chords
,
which
the
ear
devours
with
such
greedy
rapture
,
as
if
conscious
that
it
is
about
to
lose
them
,
when
a
cry
,
that
seemed
neither
human
nor
earthly
,
rose
in
the
outward
air
,
penetrating
not
only
the
recesses
of
the
cavern
,
but
to
the
inmost
hearts
of
all
who
heard
it
.
It
was
followed
by
a
stillness
apparently
as
deep
as
if
the
waters
had
been
checked
in
their
furious
progress
,
at
such
a
horrid
and
unusual
interruption
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
murmured
Alice
,
after
a
few
moments
of
terrible
suspense
.
"
What
is
it
?
"
repeated
Heyward
aloud
.
Neither
Hawkeye
nor
the
Indians
made
any
reply
.
They
listened
,
as
if
expecting
the
sound
would
be
repeated
,
with
a
manner
that
expressed
their
own
astonishment
.
At
length
they
spoke
together
earnestly
,
in
the
Delaware
language
,
when
Uncas
,
passing
by
the
inner
and
most
concealed
aperture
,
cautiously
left
the
cavern
.
When
he
had
gone
,
the
scout
first
spoke
in
English
.
