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Two
powerful
warriors
cast
themselves
on
Heyward
,
while
another
was
occupied
in
securing
the
less
active
singing-master
.
Neither
of
the
captives
,
however
,
submitted
without
a
desperate
though
fruitless
struggle
.
Even
David
hurled
his
assailant
to
the
earth
;
nor
was
Heyward
secured
until
the
victory
over
his
companion
enabled
the
Indians
to
direct
their
united
force
to
that
object
.
He
was
then
bound
and
fastened
to
the
body
of
the
sapling
,
on
whose
branches
Magua
had
acted
the
pantomime
of
the
falling
Huron
.
When
the
young
soldier
regained
his
recollection
,
he
had
the
painful
certainty
before
his
eyes
that
a
common
fate
was
intended
for
the
whole
party
.
On
his
right
was
Cora
,
in
a
durance
similar
to
his
own
,
pale
and
agitated
,
but
with
an
eye
,
whose
steady
look
still
read
the
proceedings
of
their
enemies
.
On
his
left
,
the
withes
which
bound
her
to
a
pine
,
performed
that
office
for
Alice
which
her
trembling
limbs
refused
,
and
alone
kept
her
fragile
form
from
sinking
.
Her
hands
were
clasped
before
her
in
prayer
,
but
instead
of
looking
upwards
towards
that
power
which
alone
could
rescue
them
,
her
unconscious
looks
wandered
to
the
countenance
of
Duncan
with
infantile
dependency
.
David
had
contended
,
and
the
novelty
of
the
circumstance
held
him
silent
,
in
deliberation
on
the
propriety
of
the
unusual
occurrence
.
The
vengeance
of
the
Hurons
had
now
taken
a
new
direction
,
and
they
prepared
to
execute
it
with
that
barbarous
ingenuity
with
which
they
were
familiarized
by
the
practice
of
centuries
.
Some
sought
knots
,
to
raise
the
blazing
pile
;
one
was
riving
the
splinters
of
pine
,
in
order
to
pierce
the
flesh
of
their
captives
with
the
burning
fragments
;
and
others
bent
the
tops
of
two
saplings
to
the
earth
,
in
order
to
suspend
Heyward
by
the
arms
between
the
recoiling
branches
.
But
the
vengeance
of
Magua
sought
a
deeper
and
a
more
malignant
enjoyment
.
While
the
less
refined
monsters
of
the
band
prepared
,
before
the
eyes
of
those
who
were
to
suffer
,
these
well
known
and
vulgar
means
of
torture
,
he
approached
Cora
,
and
pointed
out
,
with
the
most
malign
expression
of
countenance
,
the
speedy
fate
that
awaited
her
:
--
"
Ha
!
"
he
added
,
"
what
says
the
daughter
of
Munro
?
Her
head
is
too
good
to
find
a
pillow
in
the
wigwam
of
Le
Renard
;
will
she
like
it
better
when
it
rolls
about
this
hill
a
plaything
for
the
wolves
?
Her
bosom
can
not
nurse
the
children
of
a
Huron
;
she
will
see
it
spit
upon
by
Indians
!
"
"
What
means
the
monster
!
"
demanded
the
astonished
Heyward
.
"
Nothing
!
"
was
the
firm
reply
.
"
He
is
a
savage
,
a
barbarous
and
ignorant
savage
,
and
knows
not
what
he
does
.
Let
us
find
leisure
,
with
our
dying
breath
,
to
ask
for
him
penitence
and
pardon
.
"
"
Pardon
!
"
echoed
the
fierce
Huron
,
mistaking
,
in
his
anger
,
the
meaning
of
her
words
;
"
the
memory
of
an
Indian
is
longer
than
the
arm
of
the
pale-faces
;
his
mercy
shorter
than
their
justice
!
Say
;
shall
I
send
the
yellow
hair
to
her
father
,
and
will
you
follow
Magua
to
the
great
lakes
,
to
carry
his
water
,
and
feed
him
with
corn
?
"
Cora
beckoned
him
away
,
with
an
emotion
of
disgust
she
could
not
control
.
"
Leave
me
,
"
she
said
,
with
a
solemnity
that
for
a
moment
checked
the
barbarity
of
the
Indian
;
"
you
mingle
bitterness
in
my
prayers
;
you
stand
between
me
and
my
God
!
"
