I am your prisoner, and, at a fitting time shall be ready to follow, even to my death. But violence is unnecessary, she coldly said; and immediately turning to Hawkeye, added: Generous hunter! from my soul I thank you. Your offer is vain, neither could it be accepted; but still you may serve me, even more than in your own noble intention. Look at that drooping humbled child! Abandon her not until you leave her in the habitations of civilized men. I will not say, wringing the hard hand of the scout, that her father will reward you - for such as you are above the rewards of men - but he will thank you and bless you. And, believe me, the blessing of a just and aged man has virtue in the sight of Heaven. Would to God I could hear one word from his lips at this awful moment! Her voice became choked, and, for an instant, she was silent; then, advancing a step nigher to Duncan, who was supporting her unconscious sister, she continued, in more subdued tones, but in which feeling and the habits of her sex maintained a fearful struggle: I need not tell you to cherish the treasure you will possess. You love her, Heyward; that would conceal a thousand faults, though she had them. She is kind, gentle, sweet, good, as mortal may be. There is not a blemish in mind or person at which the proudest of you all would sicken. She is fair - oh! how surpassingly fair! laying her own beautiful, but less brilliant, hand in melancholy affection on the alabaster forehead of Alice, and parting the golden hair which clustered about her brows; and yet her soul is pure and spotless as her skin! I could say much - more, perhaps, than cooler reason would approve; but I will spare you and myself - Her voice became inaudible, and her face was bent over the form of her sister. After a long and burning kiss, she arose, and with features of the hue of death, but without even a tear in her feverish eye, she turned away, and added, to the savage, with all her former elevation of manner: Now, sir, if it be your pleasure, I will follow.

Ay, go, cried Duncan, placing Alice in the arms of an Indian girl; go, Magua, go. these Delawares have their laws, which forbid them to detain you; but I - I have no such obligation. Go, malignant monster - why do you delay?

It would be difficult to describe the expression with which Magua listened to this threat to follow. There was at first a fierce and manifest display of joy, and then it was instantly subdued in a look of cunning coldness.

The words are open, he was content with answering, The Open Hand can come.

Hold, cried Hawkeye, seizing Duncan by the arm, and detaining him by violence; you know not the craft of the imp. He would lead you to an ambushment, and your death -

Huron, interrupted Uncas, who submissive to the stern customs of his people, had been an attentive and grave listener to all that passed; Huron, the justice of the Delawares comes from the Manitou. Look at the sun. He is now in the upper branches of the hemlock. Your path is short and open. When he is seen above the trees, there will be men on your trail.

I hear a crow! exclaimed Magua, with a taunting laugh. Go! he added, shaking his hand at the crowd, which had slowly opened to admit his passage. Where are the petticoats of the Delawares! Let them send their arrows and their guns to the Wyandots; they shall have venison to eat, and corn to hoe. Dogs, rabbits, thieves - I spit on you!

His parting gibes were listened to in a dead, boding silence, and, with these biting words in his mouth, the triumphant Magua passed unmolested into the forest, followed by his passive captive, and protected by the inviolable laws of Indian hospitality.


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