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"
Is
not
the
air
yet
filled
with
shrieks
and
cries
,
as
though
the
departed
spirits
of
the
damned
--
"
"
Not
now
,
not
now
,
"
interrupted
the
impatient
Heyward
,
"
they
have
ceased
,
and
they
who
raised
them
,
I
trust
in
God
,
they
are
gone
too
!
everything
but
the
water
is
still
and
at
peace
;
in
,
then
,
where
you
may
create
those
sounds
you
love
so
well
to
hear
.
"
David
smiled
sadly
,
though
not
without
a
momentary
gleam
of
pleasure
,
at
this
allusion
to
his
beloved
vocation
.
He
no
longer
hesitated
to
be
led
to
a
spot
which
promised
such
unalloyed
gratification
to
his
wearied
senses
;
and
,
leaning
on
the
arm
of
his
companion
,
he
entered
the
narrow
mouth
of
the
cave
.
Duncan
seized
a
pile
of
the
sassafras
,
which
he
drew
before
the
passage
,
studiously
concealing
every
appearance
of
an
aperture
.
Within
this
fragile
barrier
he
arranged
the
blankets
abandoned
by
the
foresters
,
darkening
the
inner
extremity
of
the
cavern
,
while
its
outer
received
a
chastened
light
from
the
narrow
ravine
,
through
which
one
arm
of
the
river
rushed
,
to
form
the
junction
with
its
sister
branch
,
a
few
rods
below
.
"
I
like
not
that
principle
of
the
natives
,
which
teaches
them
to
submit
without
a
struggle
,
in
emergencies
that
appear
desperate
,
"
he
said
,
while
busied
in
this
employment
;
"
our
own
maxim
,
which
says
,
'
while
life
remains
there
is
hope
,
'
is
more
consoling
,
and
better
suited
to
a
soldier
's
temperament
.
To
you
,
Cora
,
I
will
urge
no
words
of
idle
encouragement
;
your
own
fortitude
and
undisturbed
reason
will
teach
you
all
that
may
become
your
sex
;
but
can
not
we
dry
the
tears
of
that
trembling
weeper
on
your
bosom
?
"
"
I
am
calmer
,
Duncan
,
"
said
Alice
,
raising
herself
from
the
arms
of
her
sister
,
and
forcing
an
appearance
of
composure
through
her
tears
;
"
much
calmer
,
now
.
Surely
,
in
this
hidden
spot
we
are
safe
,
we
are
secret
,
free
from
injury
;
we
will
hope
everything
from
those
generous
men
who
have
risked
so
much
already
in
our
behalf
.
"
"
Now
does
our
gentle
Alice
speak
like
a
daughter
of
Munro
!
"
said
Heyward
,
pausing
to
press
her
hand
as
he
passed
towards
the
outer
entrance
of
the
cavern
.
"
With
two
such
examples
of
courage
before
him
,
a
man
would
be
ashamed
to
prove
other
than
a
hero
.
"
He
then
seated
himself
in
the
centre
of
the
cavern
,
grasping
his
remaining
pistol
with
a
hand
convulsively
clenched
,
while
his
contracted
and
frowning
eye
announced
the
sullen
desperation
of
his
purpose
.
"
The
Hurons
,
if
they
come
,
may
not
gain
our
position
so
easily
as
they
think
,
"
he
lowly
muttered
;
and
dropping
his
head
back
against
the
rock
,
he
seemed
to
await
the
result
in
patience
,
though
his
gaze
was
unceasingly
bent
on
the
open
avenue
to
their
place
of
retreat
.
With
the
last
sound
of
his
voice
,
a
deep
,
a
long
,
and
almost
breathless
silence
succeeded
.
The
fresh
air
of
the
morning
had
penetrated
the
recess
,
and
its
influence
was
gradually
felt
on
the
spirits
of
its
inmates
.
As
minute
after
minute
passed
by
,
leaving
them
in
undisturbed
security
,
the
insinuating
feeling
of
hope
was
gradually
gaining
possession
of
every
bosom
,
though
each
one
felt
reluctant
to
give
utterance
to
expectations
that
the
next
moment
might
so
fearfully
destroy
.
David
alone
formed
an
exception
to
these
varying
emotions
.
A
gleam
of
light
from
the
opening
crossed
his
wan
countenance
,
and
fell
upon
the
pages
of
the
little
volume
,
whose
leaves
he
was
again
occupied
in
turning
,
as
if
searching
for
some
song
more
fitted
to
their
condition
than
any
that
had
yet
met
his
eye
.
He
was
,
most
probably
,
acting
all
this
time
under
a
confused
recollection
of
the
promised
consolation
of
Duncan
.
At
length
,
it
would
seem
,
his
patient
industry
found
its
reward
;
for
,
without
explanation
or
apology
,
he
pronounced
aloud
the
words
"
Isle
of
Wight
,
"
drew
a
long
,
sweet
sound
from
his
pitch-pipe
,
and
then
ran
through
the
preliminary
modulations
of
the
air
,
whose
name
he
had
just
mentioned
with
the
sweeter
tones
of
his
own
musical
voice
.
