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The
elder
Mohican
heard
him
with
deep
gravity
,
and
appeared
to
ponder
on
his
words
,
as
though
he
felt
the
importance
of
their
import
.
After
a
moment
of
hesitation
,
he
waved
his
hand
in
assent
,
and
uttered
the
English
word
"
Good
!
"
with
the
peculiar
emphasis
of
his
people
.
Then
,
replacing
his
knife
and
tomahawk
in
his
girdle
,
the
warrior
moved
silently
to
the
edge
of
the
rock
which
was
most
concealed
from
the
banks
of
the
river
.
Here
he
paused
a
moment
,
pointed
significantly
to
the
woods
below
,
and
saying
a
few
words
in
his
own
language
,
as
if
indicating
his
intended
route
,
he
dropped
into
the
water
,
and
sank
from
before
the
eyes
of
the
witnesses
of
his
movements
.
The
scout
delayed
his
departure
to
speak
to
the
generous
girl
,
whose
breathing
became
lighter
as
she
saw
the
success
of
her
remonstrance
.
"
Wisdom
is
sometimes
given
to
the
young
,
as
well
as
to
the
old
,
"
he
said
;
"
and
what
you
have
spoken
is
wise
,
not
to
call
it
by
a
better
word
.
If
you
are
led
into
the
woods
,
that
is
such
of
you
as
may
be
spared
for
a
while
,
break
the
twigs
on
the
bushes
as
you
pass
,
and
make
the
marks
of
your
trail
as
broad
as
you
can
,
when
,
if
mortal
eyes
can
see
them
,
depend
on
having
a
friend
who
will
follow
to
the
ends
of
'
arth
afore
he
desarts
you
.
"
He
gave
Cora
an
affectionate
shake
of
the
hand
,
lifted
his
rifle
,
and
after
regarding
it
a
moment
with
melancholy
solicitude
,
laid
it
carefully
aside
,
and
descended
to
the
place
where
Chingachgook
had
just
disappeared
.
For
an
instant
he
hung
suspended
by
the
rock
;
and
looking
about
him
,
with
a
countenance
of
peculiar
care
,
he
added
,
bitterly
,
"
Had
the
powder
held
out
,
this
disgrace
could
never
have
befallen
!
"
then
,
loosening
his
hold
,
the
water
closed
above
his
head
,
and
he
also
became
lost
to
view
.
All
eyes
were
now
turned
on
Uncas
,
who
stood
leaning
against
the
ragged
rock
,
in
immovable
composure
.
After
waiting
a
short
time
,
Cora
pointed
down
the
river
,
and
said
:
--
"
Your
friends
have
not
been
seen
,
and
are
now
,
most
probably
,
in
safety
;
is
it
not
time
for
you
to
follow
?
"
"
Uncas
will
stay
,
"
the
young
Mohican
calmly
answered
in
English
.
"
To
increase
the
horror
of
our
capture
,
and
to
diminish
the
chances
of
our
release
!
Go
,
generous
young
man
,
"
Cora
continued
,
lowering
her
eyes
under
the
gaze
of
the
Mohican
,
and
,
perhaps
,
with
an
intuitive
consciousness
of
her
power
;
"
go
to
my
father
,
as
I
have
said
,
and
be
the
most
confidential
of
my
messengers
.
Tell
him
to
trust
you
with
the
means
to
buy
the
freedom
of
his
daughters
.
Go
!
'
tis
my
wish
,
'
tis
my
prayer
,
that
you
will
go
!
"
The
settled
,
calm
look
of
the
young
chief
changed
to
an
expression
of
gloom
,
but
he
no
longer
hesitated
.
With
a
noiseless
step
he
crossed
the
rock
,
and
dropped
into
the
troubled
stream
.
Hardly
a
breath
was
drawn
by
those
he
left
behind
,
until
they
caught
a
glimpse
of
his
head
emerging
for
air
,
far
down
the
current
,
when
he
again
sank
,
and
was
seen
no
more
.
