fortification. Aha! tu en as entendu parler! je les ai fait prisonnières près de l'autre fort, et je les conduis
au général.
Ma foi! mesdames; j'en suis fâché pour vous
, exlaimed the young soldier, touching his cap with grace;
mais - fortune de guerre! vous trouverez notre général un brave homme, et bien poli avec les dames
.
C'est le caractère des gens de guerre
, said Cora, with admirable self-possession.
Adieu, mon ami; je
vous souhaiterais un devoir plus agréable à remplir
.
The soldier made a low and humble acknowledgment for her civility; and Heyward adding a Bonne nuit,
mon camarade
, they moved deliberately forward, leaving the sentinel pacing the banks of the silent pond,
little suspecting an enemy of so much effrontery, and humming to himself those words which were recalled
to his mind by the sight of women, and, perhaps, by recollections of his own distant and beautiful France:
Vive le vin, vive l'amour., &c., &c
'Tis well you understood the knave! whispered the scout, when they had gained a little distance from the place, and letting his rifle fall into the hollow of his arm again;I soon saw that he was one of them uneasy Frenchers; and well for him it was that his speech was friendly and his wishes kind, or a place might have been found for his bones among those of his countrymen.He was interrupted by a long and heavy groan which arose from the little basin, as though, in truth, the spirits of the departed lingered about their watery sepulcher.
Surely it was of flesh, continued the scout;no spirit could handle its arms so steadily.
It was of flesh; but whether the poor fellow still belongs to this world may well be doubted, said Heyward, glancing his eyes around him, and missing Chingachgook from their little band. Another groan more faint than the former was succeeded by a heavy and sullen plunge into the water, and all was still again as if the borders of the dreary pool had never been awakened from the silence of creation. While they yet hesitated in uncertainty, the form of the Indian was seen gliding out of the thicket. As the chief rejoined them, with one hand he attached the reeking scalp of the unfortunate young Frenchman to his girdle, and with the other he replaced the knife and tomahawk that had drunk his blood. He then took his wonted station, with the air of a man who believed he had done a deed of merit.The scout dropped one end of his rifle to the earth, and leaning his hands on the other, he stood musing in profound silence. Then, shaking his head in a mournful manner, he muttered:
'Twould have been a cruel and an unhuman act for a white-skin; but 'tis the gift and natur' of an Indian, and I suppose it should not be denied. I could wish, though it had befallen an accursed Mingo, rather than that gay young boy from the old countries.
Enough! said Heyward, apprehensive the unconscious sisters might comprehend the nature of the detention, and conquering his disgust by a train of reflections very much like that of the hunter;'tis done; and though better it were left undone, cannot be amended. You see, we are, too obviously within the sentinels of the enemy; what course do you propose to follow?
Yes, said Hawkeye, rousing himself again;'tis as you say, too late to harbor further thoughts about it. Ay, the French have gathered around the fort in good earnest and we have a delicate needle to thread in passing them.
And but little time to do it in, added Heyward, glancing his eyes upwards, toward the bank of vapor that concealed the setting moon.
And little time to do it in! repeated the scout.The thing may be done in two fashions, by the help of Providence, without which it may not be done at all.
Name them quickly for time presses.
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