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Cries
,
oaths
,
voices
calling
to
each
other
,
and
the
reports
of
muskets
,
were
now
quick
and
incessant
,
and
,
apparently
,
on
every
side
of
them
.
Suddenly
,
a
strong
glare
of
light
flashed
across
the
scene
,
the
fog
rolled
upwards
in
thick
wreaths
,
and
several
cannon
belched
across
the
plain
,
and
the
roar
was
thrown
heavily
back
from
the
bellowing
echoes
of
the
mountain
.
"
'
Tis
from
the
fort
!
"
exclaimed
Hawkeye
,
turning
short
on
his
tracks
;
"
and
we
,
like
stricken
fools
,
were
rushing
to
the
woods
,
under
the
very
knives
of
the
Maquas
.
"
The
instant
their
mistake
was
rectified
,
the
whole
party
retraced
the
error
with
the
utmost
diligence
.
Duncan
willingly
relinquished
the
support
of
Cora
to
the
arm
of
Uncas
,
and
Cora
as
readily
accepted
the
welcome
assistance
.
Men
,
hot
and
angry
in
pursuit
,
were
evidently
on
their
footsteps
,
and
each
instant
threatened
their
capture
,
if
not
their
destruction
.
"
Point
de
quartier
aux
coquins
!
"
cried
an
eager
pursuer
,
who
seemed
to
direct
the
operations
of
the
enemy
.
"
Stand
firm
,
and
be
ready
,
my
gallant
60ths
!
"
suddenly
exclaimed
a
voice
above
them
;
"
wait
to
see
the
enemy
--
fire
low
,
and
sweep
the
glacis
.
"
"
Father
!
father
!
"
exclaimed
a
piercing
cry
from
out
the
mist
;
"
it
is
I
!
Alice
!
thy
own
Elsie
!
spare
,
O
!
save
your
daughters
!
"
"
Hold
!
"
shouted
the
former
speaker
,
in
the
awful
tones
of
parental
agony
,
the
sound
reaching
even
to
the
woods
,
and
rolling
back
in
solemn
echo
.
"
'
Tis
she
!
God
has
restored
me
my
children
!
Throw
open
the
sally-port
;
to
the
field
,
60ths
,
to
the
field
;
pull
not
a
trigger
,
lest
ye
kill
my
lambs
!
Drive
off
these
dogs
of
France
with
your
steel
.
"
Duncan
heard
the
grating
of
the
rusty
hinges
,
and
darting
to
the
spot
,
directed
by
the
sound
,
he
met
a
long
line
of
dark
red
warriors
,
passing
swiftly
towards
the
glacis
.
He
knew
them
for
his
own
battalion
of
the
royal
Americans
,
and
flying
to
their
head
,
soon
swept
every
trace
of
his
pursuers
from
before
the
works
For
an
instant
,
Cora
and
Alice
had
stood
trembling
and
bewildered
by
this
unexpected
desertion
;
but
,
before
either
had
leisure
for
speech
,
or
even
thought
,
an
officer
of
gigantic
frame
whose
locks
were
bleached
with
years
and
service
,
but
whose
air
of
military
grandeur
had
been
rather
softened
than
destroyed
by
time
,
rushed
out
of
the
body
of
the
mist
,
and
folded
them
to
his
bosom
,
while
large
scalding
tears
rolled
down
his
pale
and
wrinkled
cheeks
,
and
he
exclaimed
,
in
the
peculiar
accent
of
Scotland
--
