The Last of the Mohicans: A Narrative of 1757Stringer & Townsend, 1854 - 272 pages |
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... Uncas is here ! " said another voice , in the same soft , guttural tones , near his elbow ; wishes Uncas ? " ❝ who The white man loosened his knife in its lea- thern sheath , and made an involuntary move- ment of the hand towards his ...
... Uncas is here ! " said another voice , in the same soft , guttural tones , near his elbow ; wishes Uncas ? " ❝ who The white man loosened his knife in its lea- thern sheath , and made an involuntary move- ment of the hand towards his ...
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... Uncas , " he continued in a half whisper , and laughing with a kind of in- ward sound , like one who had learnt to ... Uncas , or we may kili a deer for them thieves , the Iroquois , to eat . " The instant the father seconded this ...
... Uncas , " he continued in a half whisper , and laughing with a kind of in- ward sound , like one who had learnt to ... Uncas , or we may kili a deer for them thieves , the Iroquois , to eat . " The instant the father seconded this ...
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... Uncas threw himself on the ground , and approached the animal with wary movements . When , withın a few yards of the cover , he fitted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care , while the antlers moved , as if their owner snuffed an ...
... Uncas threw himself on the ground , and approached the animal with wary movements . When , withın a few yards of the cover , he fitted an arrow to his bow with the utmost care , while the antlers moved , as if their owner snuffed an ...
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... - oquy , and in the English tongue : - Uncas is right ! it would not be the act of men , to leave such harmless things to their fate , even VOL . I. F though it breaks up the harbouring place for ever . THE MOHICANS . 61.
... - oquy , and in the English tongue : - Uncas is right ! it would not be the act of men , to leave such harmless things to their fate , even VOL . I. F though it breaks up the harbouring place for ever . THE MOHICANS . 61.
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... Uncas , drop the blanket , and show the knaves its dark side . This is not such a supper as a major of the royal Ame- ricans has a right to expect , but I've known stout detachments of the corps glad to eat their venison raw , and ...
... Uncas , drop the blanket , and show the knaves its dark side . This is not such a supper as a major of the royal Ame- ricans has a right to expect , but I've known stout detachments of the corps glad to eat their venison raw , and ...
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Page 19 - Hast thou given the horse strength? Hast thou clothed his neck with thunder? Canst thou make him afraid as a grasshopper? The glory of his nostrils is terrible. He paweth in the valley, and rejoiceth in his strength: He goeth on to meet the armed men.
Page 242 - They fought, like brave men, long and well ; They piled that ground with Moslem slain; They conquered— but Bozzaris fell, Bleeding at every vein. His few surviving comrades saw His smile when rang their proud hurrah, And the red field was won; Then saw in death his eyelids close, Calmly, as to a night's repose, Like flowers at set of sun.
Page 86 - Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart, Ye died amidst your dying country's cries No more I weep. They do not sleep. On yonder cliffs, a grisly band, I see them sit, they linger yet, Avengers of their native land : With me in dreadful harmony they join, And weave with bloody hands the tissue of thy line.
Page ii - Co. of the said district, have deposited in this office the title of a book, the right whereof they claim as proprietors, in the words following, to wit : " Tadeuskund, the Last King of the Lenape. An Historical Tale." In conformity to the Act of the Congress of the United States...
Page 42 - Where are the blossoms of those summers! - fallen, one by one; so all of my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in my footsteps there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans.
Page 222 - Nor vows unpaid, nor slighted sacrifice, But he, our chief, provoked the raging pest, Apollo's vengeance for his injured priest, Nor will the god's awaken'd fury cease, But plagues shall spread, and funeral fires increase, Till the great king, without a ransom paid, To her own Chrysa send the black-eyed maid. Perhaps, with added sacrifice and prayer, The priest may pardon, and the god may spare.
Page 91 - Even the children would not be excluded ; but boys, little able to wield the instruments, tore the tomahawks from the belts of their fathers and stole into the ranks, apt imitators of the savage traits exhibited by their parents. Large piles of brush lay scattered about the clearing, and a wary and aged squaw was occupied in firing as many as might serve to light the coming exhibition.
Page 43 - I have been on their trail," replied the young Indian, " and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands ; but they lie hid like cowards." "The thieves are out-lying for scalps and plunder!
Page 35 - Before these fields were shorn and tilled, Full to the brim our rivers flowed ; The melody of waters filled The fresh and boundless wood ; And torrents dashed and rivulets played, And fountains spouted in the shade.
Page 97 - Uncas by the arm, and led him towards the door of the council lodge. Thither all the chiefs, and most of the distinguished warriors, followed; among whom the anxious Heyward found means to enter without attracting any dangerous attention to himself. A few minutes were consumed in disposing of those present in a manner suitable to their rank and influence in the tribe.