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"
If
all
our
reasons
for
fear
,
my
friend
,
are
confined
to
such
as
proceed
from
supernatural
causes
,
we
have
but
little
occasion
to
be
alarmed
,
"
continued
the
undisturbed
Cora
;
"
are
you
certain
that
our
enemies
have
not
invented
some
new
and
ingenious
method
to
strike
us
with
terror
,
that
their
conquest
may
become
more
easy
?
"
"
Lady
,
"
returned
the
scout
,
solemnly
,
"
I
have
listened
to
all
the
sounds
of
the
woods
for
thirty
years
,
as
a
man
will
listen
,
whose
life
and
death
depend
on
the
quickness
of
his
ears
.
There
is
no
whine
of
the
panther
,
no
whistle
of
the
catbird
,
nor
any
invention
of
the
devilish
Mingos
,
that
can
cheat
me
!
I
have
heard
the
forest
moan
like
mortal
men
in
their
affliction
;
often
,
and
again
,
have
I
listened
to
the
wind
playing
its
music
in
the
branches
of
the
girdled
trees
;
and
I
have
heard
the
lightning
cracking
in
the
air
,
like
the
snapping
of
blazing
brush
,
as
it
spitted
forth
sparks
and
forked
flames
;
but
never
have
I
thought
that
I
heard
more
than
the
pleasure
of
Him
who
sported
with
the
things
of
his
hand
.
But
neither
the
Mohicans
,
nor
I
,
who
am
a
white
man
without
a
cross
,
can
explain
the
cry
just
heard
.
We
,
therefore
,
believe
it
a
sign
given
for
our
good
.
"
"
It
is
extraordinary
!
"
said
Heyward
,
taking
his
pistols
from
the
place
where
he
had
laid
them
on
entering
;
"
be
it
a
sign
of
peace
or
a
signal
of
war
,
it
must
be
looked
to
.
Lead
the
way
,
my
friend
;
I
follow
.
"
On
issuing
from
their
place
of
confinement
,
the
whole
party
instantly
experienced
a
grateful
renovation
of
spirits
,
by
exchanging
the
pent
air
of
the
hiding-place
for
the
cool
and
invigorating
atmosphere
,
which
played
around
the
whirlpools
and
pitches
of
the
cataract
.
A
heavy
evening
breeze
swept
along
the
surface
of
the
river
,
and
seemed
to
drive
the
roar
of
the
falls
into
the
recesses
of
their
own
caverns
,
whence
it
issued
heavily
and
constant
,
like
thunder
rumbling
beyond
the
distant
hills
.
The
moon
had
risen
,
and
its
light
was
already
glancing
here
and
there
on
the
waters
above
them
;
but
the
extremity
of
the
rock
where
they
stood
still
lay
in
shadow
.
With
the
exception
of
the
sounds
produced
by
the
rushing
waters
,
and
an
occasional
breathing
of
the
air
,
as
it
murmured
past
them
in
fitful
currents
,
the
scene
was
as
still
as
night
and
solitude
could
make
it
.
In
vain
were
the
eyes
of
each
individual
bent
along
the
opposite
shores
,
in
quest
of
some
signs
of
life
,
that
might
explain
the
nature
of
the
interruption
they
had
heard
.
Their
anxious
and
eager
looks
were
baffled
by
the
deceptive
light
,
or
rested
only
on
naked
rocks
,
and
straight
and
immovable
trees
.
"
There
is
nothing
to
be
seen
but
the
gloom
and
quiet
of
a
lovely
evening
,
"
whispered
Duncan
:
"
how
much
should
we
prize
such
a
scene
,
and
all
this
breathing
solitude
,
at
any
other
moment
,
Cora
!
Fancy
yourselves
in
security
and
what
now
,
perhaps
,
increases
your
terror
,
may
be
made
conducive
to
enjoyment
--
"
"
Listen
!
"
interrupted
Alice
.
The
caution
was
unnecessary
.
Once
more
the
same
sound
arose
,
as
if
from
the
bed
of
the
river
,
and
having
broken
out
of
the
narrow
bounds
of
the
cliffs
,
was
heard
undulating
through
the
forest
,
in
distant
and
dying
cadences
.
"
Can
any
here
give
a
name
to
such
a
cry
?
"
demanded
Hawkeye
,
when
the
last
echo
was
lost
in
the
woods
;
"
if
so
,
let
him
speak
;
for
myself
,
I
judge
it
not
to
belong
to
'
arth
!
"
