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"
Surely
,
surely
,
our
case
is
not
so
desperate
!
"
exclaimed
the
youth
;
"
the
Hurons
are
not
here
;
we
may
make
good
the
caverns
;
we
may
oppose
their
landing
.
"
"
With
what
?
"
coolly
demanded
the
scout
.
"
The
arrows
of
Uncas
,
or
such
tears
as
women
shed
!
No
,
no
;
you
are
young
,
and
rich
,
and
have
friends
,
and
at
such
an
age
I
know
it
is
hard
to
die
!
But
,
"
glancing
his
eyes
at
the
Mohicans
,
"
let
us
remember
we
are
men
without
a
cross
,
and
let
us
teach
these
natives
of
the
forest
that
white
blood
can
run
as
freely
as
red
,
when
the
appointed
hour
is
come
.
"
Duncan
turned
quickly
in
the
direction
indicated
by
the
other
's
eyes
,
and
read
a
confirmation
of
his
worst
apprehensions
in
the
conduct
of
the
Indians
.
Chingachgook
,
placing
himself
in
a
dignified
posture
on
another
fragment
of
the
rock
,
had
already
laid
aside
his
knife
and
tomahawk
,
and
was
in
the
act
of
taking
the
eagle
's
plume
from
his
head
,
and
smoothing
the
solitary
tuft
of
hair
in
readiness
to
perform
its
last
and
revolting
office
.
His
countenance
was
composed
,
though
thoughtful
,
while
his
dark
gleaming
eyes
were
gradually
losing
the
fierceness
of
the
combat
in
an
expression
better
suited
to
the
change
he
expected
momentarily
to
undergo
.
"
Our
case
is
not
,
can
not
be
so
hopeless
!
"
said
Duncan
;
"
even
at
this
moment
succor
may
be
at
hand
.
I
see
no
enemies
!
they
have
sickened
of
a
struggle
in
which
they
risk
so
much
with
so
little
prospect
of
gain
!
"
"
It
may
be
a
minute
,
or
it
may
be
an
hour
,
afore
the
wily
sarpents
steal
upon
us
,
and
it
is
quite
in
natur
'
for
them
to
be
lying
within
hearing
at
this
very
moment
,
"
said
Hawkeye
;
"
but
come
they
will
,
and
in
such
a
fashion
as
will
leave
us
nothing
to
hope
!
Chingachgook
"
--
he
spoke
in
Delaware
--
"
my
brother
,
we
have
fought
our
last
battle
together
,
and
the
Maquas
will
triumph
in
the
death
of
the
sage
man
of
the
Mohicans
,
and
of
the
pale-face
,
whose
eyes
can
make
night
as
day
,
and
level
the
clouds
to
the
mists
of
the
springs
!
"
"
Let
the
Mingo
women
go
weep
over
their
slain
!
"
returned
the
Indian
,
with
characteristic
pride
and
unmoved
firmness
;
"
the
Great
Snake
of
the
Mohicans
has
coiled
himself
in
their
wigwams
,
and
has
poisoned
their
triumph
with
the
wailings
of
children
whose
fathers
have
not
returned
!
Eleven
warriors
lie
hid
from
the
graves
of
their
tribes
since
the
snows
have
melted
,
and
none
will
tell
where
to
find
them
when
the
tongue
of
Chingachgook
shall
be
silent
!
Let
them
draw
the
sharpest
knife
,
and
whirl
the
swiftest
tomahawk
,
for
their
bitterest
enemy
is
in
their
hands
.
Uncas
,
topmost
branch
of
a
noble
trunk
,
call
on
the
cowards
to
hasten
or
their
hearts
will
soften
,
and
they
will
change
to
women
!
"
"
They
look
among
the
fishes
for
their
dead
!
"
returned
the
low
,
soft
voice
of
the
youthful
chieftain
;
"
the
Hurons
float
with
the
slimy
eels
!
They
drop
from
the
oaks
like
fruit
that
is
ready
to
be
eaten
!
and
the
Delawares
laugh
!
"
