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the Mohicans and I will watch upon the rock, where I suppose a major of the Sixtieth would wish to keep us company.โ€

โ€œIs, then, our danger so pressing?โ€ asked Cora.

โ€œHe who makes strange sounds, and gives them out for manโ€™s information, alone knows our danger. I should think myself wicked, unto rebellion against His will, was I to burrow with such warnings in the air! Even the weak soul who passes his days in singing is stirred by the cry, and, as he says, is โ€˜ready to go forth to the battle.โ€™ If โ€™twere only a battle, it would be a thing understood by us all, and easily managed; but I have heard that when such shrieks are atween heaven and โ€™arth, it betokens another sort of warfare!โ€

โ€œIf all our reasons for fear, my friend, are confined to such as proceed from supernatural causes, we have but little occasion to be alarmed,โ€ continued the undisturbed Cora, โ€œare you certain that our enemies have not invented some new and ingenious method to strike us with terror, that their conquest may become more easy?โ€

โ€œLady,โ€ returned the scout, solemnly, โ€œI have listened to all the sounds of the woods for thirty years, as a man will listen whose life and death depend on the quickness of his ears. There is no whine of the panther, no whistle of the catbird, nor any invention of the devilish Mingoes, that can cheat me! I have heard the forest moan like mortal men in their affliction; often, and again, have I listened to the wind playing its music in the branches of the girdled trees; and I have heard the lightning cracking in the air like the snapping of blazing brush as it spitted forth sparks and forked flames; but never have I thought that I heard more than the pleasure of him who sported with the things of his hand. But neither the Mohicans, nor I, who am a white man without a cross, can explain the cry just heard. We, therefore, believe it a sign given for our good.โ€

โ€œIt is extraordinary!โ€ said Heyward, taking his pistols from the place where he had laid them on entering; โ€œbe it a sign of peace or a signal of war, it must be looked to. Lead the way, my friend; I follow.โ€

On issuing from their place of confinement, the whole party instantly experienced a grateful renovation of spirits, by exchanging the pent air of the hiding-place for the cool and invigorating atmosphere which played around the whirlpools and pitches of the cataract. A heavy evening breeze swept along the surface of the river, and seemed to drive the roar of the falls into the recesses of their own cavern, whence it issued heavily and constant, like thunder rumbling beyond the distant hills. The moon had risen, and its light was already glancing here and there on the waters above them; but the extremity of the rock where they stood still lay in shadow. With the exception of the sounds produced by the rushing waters, and an occasional breathing of the air, as it murmured past them in fitful currents, the scene was as still as night and solitude could make it. In vain were the eyes of each individual bent along the opposite shores, in quest of some signs of life, that might explain the nature of the interruption they had heard. Their anxious and eager looks were baffled by the deceptive light, or rested only on naked rocks, and straight and immovable trees.

โ€œHere is nothing to be seen but the gloom and quiet of a lovely evening,โ€ whispered Duncan; โ€œhow much should we prize such a scene, and all this breathing solitude, at any other moment, Cora! Fancy yourselves in security, and what now, perhaps, increases your terror, may be made conducive to enjoymentโ โ€”โ€

โ€œListen!โ€ interrupted Alice.

The caution was unnecessary. Once more the same sound arose, as if from the bed of the river, and having broken out of the narrow bounds of the cliffs, was heard undulating through the forest, in distant and dying cadences.

โ€œCan any here give a name to such a cry?โ€ demanded Hawkeye, when the last echo was lost in the woods; โ€œif so, let him speak; for myself, I judge it not to belong to โ€™arth!โ€

โ€œHere, then, is one who can undeceive you,โ€ said Duncan; โ€œI know the sound full well, for often have I heard it on the field of battle, and in situations which are frequent in a soldierโ€™s life. โ€™Tis the horrid shriek that a horse will give in his agony; oftener drawn from him in pain, though sometimes in terror. My charger is either a prey to the beasts of the forest, or he sees his danger, without the power to avoid it. The sound might deceive me in the cavern, but in the open air I know it too well to be wrong.โ€

The scout and his companions listened to this simple explanation with the interest of men who imbibe new ideas, at the same time that they get rid of old ones, which had proved disagreeable inmates. The two latter uttered their usual expressive exclamation, โ€œhugh!โ€ as the truth first glanced upon their minds, while the former, after a short, musing pause, took upon himself to reply.

โ€œI cannot deny your words,โ€ he said, โ€œfor I am little skilled in horses, though born where they abound. The wolves must be hovering above their heads on the bank, and the timorsome creatures are calling on man for help, in the best manner they are able. Uncasโ€โ โ€”he spoke in Delawareโ โ€”โ€œUncas, drop down in the canoe, and whirl a brand among the pack; or fear may do what the wolves canโ€™t get at to perform, and leave us without horses in the morning, when we shall have so much need to journey swiftly!โ€

The young native had already descended to the water to comply, when a long howl was raised on the edge of the river, and was borne swiftly off into

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