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"
You
hear
,
"
said
Magua
,
with
stubborn
indifference
;
"
the
red
Hurons
call
for
the
life
of
'
The
Long
Rifle
,
'
or
they
will
have
the
blood
of
them
that
keep
him
hid
!
"
"
He
is
gone
--
escaped
;
he
is
far
beyond
their
reach
.
"
Renard
smiled
with
cold
contempt
,
as
he
answered
--
"
When
the
white
man
dies
,
he
thinks
he
is
at
peace
;
but
the
redmen
know
how
to
torture
even
the
ghosts
of
their
enemies
.
Where
is
his
body
?
Let
the
Hurons
see
his
scalp
!
"
"
He
is
not
dead
,
but
escaped
.
"
Magua
shook
his
head
incredulously
.
"
Is
he
a
bird
,
to
spread
his
wings
;
or
is
he
a
fish
,
to
swim
without
air
!
The
white
chief
reads
in
his
books
,
and
he
believes
the
Hurons
are
fools
!
"
"
Though
no
fish
,
The
Long
Rifle
can
swim
.
He
floated
down
the
stream
when
the
powder
was
all
burnt
,
and
when
the
eyes
of
the
Hurons
were
behind
a
cloud
.
"
"
And
why
did
the
white
chief
stay
?
"
demanded
the
still
incredulous
Indian
.
"
Is
he
a
stone
that
goes
to
the
bottom
,
or
does
the
scalp
burn
his
head
?
"
"
That
I
am
not
a
stone
,
your
dead
comrade
,
who
fell
into
the
falls
,
might
answer
,
were
the
life
still
in
him
,
"
said
the
provoked
young
man
,
using
,
in
his
anger
,
that
boastful
language
which
was
most
likely
to
excite
the
admiration
of
an
Indian
.
"
The
white
man
thinks
none
but
cowards
desert
their
women
.
"
