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While
the
diligent
woodsmen
were
employed
in
this
manner
,
Cora
and
Alice
partook
of
that
refreshment
which
duty
required
much
more
than
inclination
prompted
them
to
accept
.
They
then
retired
within
the
walls
,
and
first
offering
up
their
thanksgivings
for
past
mercies
,
and
petitioning
for
a
continuance
of
the
divine
favor
throughout
the
coming
night
,
they
laid
their
tender
forms
on
the
fragrant
couch
,
and
in
spite
of
recollections
and
forebodings
,
soon
sank
into
those
slumbers
which
nature
so
imperiously
demanded
,
and
which
were
sweetened
by
hopes
for
the
morrow
.
Duncan
had
prepared
himself
to
pass
the
night
in
watchfulness
near
them
,
just
without
the
ruin
,
but
the
scout
,
perceiving
his
intention
,
pointed
towards
Chingachgook
,
as
he
coolly
disposed
his
own
person
on
the
grass
,
and
said
--
"
The
eyes
of
a
white
man
are
too
heavy
and
too
blind
for
such
a
watch
as
this
!
The
Mohican
will
be
our
sentinel
,
therefore
let
us
sleep
.
"
I
proved
myself
a
sluggard
on
my
post
during
the
past
night
,
"
said
Heyward
,
"
and
have
less
need
of
repose
than
you
,
who
did
more
credit
to
the
character
of
a
soldier
.
Let
all
the
party
seek
their
rest
,
then
,
while
I
hold
guard
.
"
"
If
we
lay
among
the
white
tents
of
the
60th
,
and
in
front
of
an
enemy
like
the
French
,
I
could
not
ask
for
a
better
watchman
,
"
returned
the
scout
;
"
but
in
the
darkness
and
among
the
signs
of
the
wilderness
your
judgment
would
be
like
the
folly
of
a
child
,
and
your
vigilance
thrown
away
.
Do
then
,
like
Uncas
and
myself
,
sleep
,
and
sleep
in
safety
.
"
Heyward
perceived
,
in
truth
,
that
the
younger
Indian
had
thrown
his
form
on
the
side
of
the
hillock
while
they
were
talking
,
like
one
who
sought
to
make
the
most
of
the
time
allotted
to
rest
,
and
that
his
example
had
been
followed
by
David
,
whose
voice
literally
"
clove
to
his
jaws
,
"
with
the
fever
of
his
wound
,
heightened
,
as
it
was
,
by
their
toilsome
march
.
Unwilling
to
prolong
a
useless
discussion
,
the
young
man
affected
to
comply
,
by
posting
his
back
against
the
logs
of
the
block-house
,
in
a
half-recumbent
posture
,
though
resolutely
determined
,
in
his
own
mind
,
not
to
close
an
eye
until
he
had
delivered
his
precious
charge
into
the
arms
of
Munro
himself
.
Hawkeye
,
believing
he
had
prevailed
,
soon
fell
asleep
,
and
a
silence
as
deep
as
the
solitude
in
which
they
had
found
it
,
pervaded
the
retired
spot
.
For
many
minutes
Duncan
succeeded
in
keeping
his
senses
on
the
alert
,
and
alive
to
every
moaning
sound
that
arose
from
the
forest
.
His
vision
became
more
acute
as
the
shades
of
evening
settled
on
the
place
;
and
even
after
the
stars
were
glimmering
above
his
head
,
he
was
able
to
distinguish
the
recumbent
forms
of
his
companions
,
as
they
lay
stretched
on
the
grass
,
and
to
note
the
person
of
Chingachgook
,
who
sat
upright
and
motionless
as
one
of
the
trees
which
formed
the
dark
barrier
on
every
side
.
He
still
heard
the
gentle
breathings
of
the
sisters
,
who
lay
within
a
few
feet
of
him
,
and
not
a
leaf
was
ruffled
by
the
passing
air
,
of
which
his
ear
did
not
detect
the
whispering
sound
.
At
length
,
however
,
the
mournful
notes
of
a
whippoorwill
became
blended
with
the
moanings
of
an
owl
;
his
heavy
eyes
occasionally
sought
the
bright
rays
of
the
stars
,
and
then
he
fancied
he
saw
them
through
the
fallen
lids
.
At
instants
of
momentary
wakefulness
he
mistook
a
bush
for
his
associate
sentinel
;
his
head
next
sank
upon
his
shoulder
,
which
,
in
its
turn
,
sought
the
support
of
the
ground
;
and
,
finally
,
his
whole
person
become
relaxed
and
pliant
,
and
the
young
man
sank
into
a
deep
sleep
,
dreaming
that
he
was
a
knight
of
ancient
chivalry
,
holding
his
midnight
vigils
before
the
tent
of
a
recaptured
princess
,
whose
favor
he
did
not
despair
of
gaining
,
by
such
a
proof
of
devotion
and
watchfulness
.
How
long
the
tired
Duncan
lay
in
this
insensible
state
he
never
knew
himself
,
but
his
slumbering
visions
had
been
long
lost
in
total
forgetfulness
,
when
he
was
awakened
by
a
light
tap
on
the
shoulder
.
Aroused
by
this
signal
,
slight
as
it
was
,
he
sprang
upon
his
feet
with
a
confused
recollection
of
the
self-imposed
duty
he
had
assumed
with
the
commencement
of
the
night
.
"
Who
comes
?
"
he
demanded
,
feeling
for
his
sword
at
the
place
where
it
was
usually
suspended
,
"
Speak
!
friend
or
enemy
?
"
