Hugh! ejaculated his companion, turning quickly, like a hound who scented game.

By the Lord, there is a drove of them! exclaimed the scout, whose eyes began to glisten with the ardor of his usual occupation; if they come within range of a bullet I will drop one, though the whole Six Nations should be lurking within sound! What do you hear, Chingachgook? for to my ears the woods are dumb.

There is but one deer, and he is dead, said the Indian, bending his body till his ear nearly touched the earth. I hear the sounds of feet!

Perhaps the wolves have driven the buck to shelter, and are following on his trail.

No. The horses of white men are coming! returned the other, raising himself with dignity, and resuming his seat on the log with his former composure. Hawkeye, they are your brothers; speak to them.

That I will, and in English that the king needn't be ashamed to answer, returned the hunter, speaking in the language of which he boasted; but I see nothing, nor do I hear the sounds of man or beast; 'tis strange that an Indian should understand white sounds better than a man who, his very enemies will own, has no cross in his blood, although he may have lived with the red skins long enough to be suspected! Ha! there goes something like the cracking of a dry stick, too - now I hear the bushes move - yes, yes, there is a trampling that I mistook for the falls - and - but here they come themselves; God keep them from the Iroquois!


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