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the barbarity of the Indian; โ€œyou mingle bitterness in my prayers; you stand between me and my God!โ€

The slight impression produced on the savage was, however, soon forgotten, and he continued pointing, with taunting irony, toward Alice.

โ€œLook! the child weeps! She is too young to die! Send her to Munro, to comb his gray hairs, and keep life in the heart of the old man.โ€

Cora could not resist the desire to look upon her youthful sister, in whose eyes she met an imploring glance, that betrayed the longings of nature.

โ€œWhat says he, dearest Cora?โ€ asked the trembling voice of Alice. โ€œDid he speak of sending me to our father?โ€

For many moments the elder sister looked upon the younger, with a countenance that wavered with powerful and contending emotions. At length she spoke, though her tones had lost their rich and calm fullness, in an expression of tenderness that seemed maternal.

โ€œAlice,โ€ she said, โ€œthe Huron offers us both life, nay, more than both; he offers to restore Duncan, our invaluable Duncan, as well as you, to our friendsโ โ€”to our fatherโ โ€”to our heart-stricken, childless father, if I will bow down this rebellious, stubborn pride of mine, and consentโ โ€”โ€

Her voice became choked, and clasping her hands, she looked upward, as if seeking, in her agony, intelligence from a wisdom that was infinite.

โ€œSay on,โ€ cried Alice; โ€œto what, dearest Cora? Oh! that the proffer were made to me! to save you, to cheer our aged father, to restore Duncan, how cheerfully could I die!โ€

โ€œDie!โ€ repeated Cora, with a calmer and firmer voice, โ€œthat were easy! Perhaps the alternative may not be less so. He would have me,โ€ she continued, her accents sinking under a deep consciousness of the degradation of the proposal, โ€œfollow him to the wilderness; go to the habitations of the Hurons; to remain there; in short, to become his wife! Speak, then, Alice; child of my affections! sister of my love! And you, too, Major Heyward, aid my weak reason with your counsel. Is life to be purchased by such a sacrifice? Will you, Alice, receive it at my hands at such a price? And you, Duncan, guide me; control me between you; for I am wholly yours!โ€

โ€œWould I!โ€ echoed the indignant and astonished youth. โ€œCora! Cora! you jest with our misery! Name not the horrid alternative again; the thought itself is worse than a thousand deaths.โ€

โ€œThat such would be your answer, I well knew!โ€ exclaimed Cora, her cheeks flushing, and her dark eyes once more sparkling with the lingering emotions of a woman. โ€œWhat says my Alice? for her will I submit without another murmur.โ€

Although both Heyward and Cora listened with painful suspense and the deepest attention, no sounds were heard in reply. It appeared as if the delicate and sensitive form of Alice would shrink into itself, as she listened to this proposal. Her arms had fallen lengthwise before her, the fingers moving in slight convulsions; her head dropped upon her bosom, and her whole person seemed suspended against the tree, looking like some beautiful emblem of the wounded delicacy of her sex, devoid of animation and yet keenly conscious. In a few moments, however, her head began to move slowly, in a sign of deep, unconquerable disapprobation.

โ€œNo, no, no; better that we die as we have lived, together!โ€

โ€œThen die!โ€ shouted Magua, hurling his tomahawk with violence at the unresisting speaker, and gnashing his teeth with a rage that could no longer be bridled at this sudden exhibition of firmness in the one he believed the weakest of the party. The axe cleaved the air in front of Heyward, and cutting some of the flowing ringlets of Alice, quivered in the tree above her head. The sight maddened Duncan to desperation. Collecting all his energies in one effort he snapped the twigs which bound him and rushed upon another savage, who was preparing, with loud yells and a more deliberate aim, to repeat the blow. They encountered, grappled, and fell to the earth together. The naked body of his antagonist afforded Heyward no means of holding his adversary, who glided from his grasp, and rose again with one knee on his chest, pressing him down with the weight of a giant. Duncan already saw the knife gleaming in the air, when a whistling sound swept past him, and was rather accompanied than followed by the sharp crack of a rifle. He felt his breast relieved from the load it had endured; he saw the savage expression of his adversaryโ€™s countenance change to a look of vacant wildness, when the Indian fell dead on the faded leaves by his side.

XII Clown

I am gone, sire,
And anon, sire,
Iโ€™ll be with you again.

Twelfth Night

The Hurons stood aghast at this sudden visitation of death on one of their band. But as they regarded the fatal accuracy of an aim which had dared to immolate an enemy at so much hazard to a friend, the name of โ€œLa Longue Carabineโ€ burst simultaneously from every lip, and was succeeded by a wild and a sort of plaintive howl. The cry was answered by a loud shout from a little thicket, where the incautious party had piled their arms; and at the next moment, Hawkeye, too eager to load the rifle he had regained, was seen advancing upon them, brandishing the clubbed weapon, and cutting the air with wide and powerful sweeps. Bold and rapid as was the progress of the scout, it was exceeded by that of a light and vigorous form which, bounding past him, leaped, with incredible activity and daring, into the very center of the Hurons, where it stood, whirling a tomahawk, and flourishing a glittering knife, with fearful menaces, in front of Cora. Quicker than the thoughts could follow those unexpected and audacious movements, an image, armed in the emblematic panoply of death, glided before their eyes, and assumed a threatening attitude at the otherโ€™s side. The savage tormentors recoiled before these

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