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On the naked breast of this Mohican warrior of the Siwanois clan, which is called by the Delawares "The Clan of the Magic Wolf," outlined in scarlet, I saw the emblem of his own international clan as I supposed a bear. And of a sudden, within me, vaguely, something stirred some faint memory, as though I had once before beheld that symbol on a dark and naked breast, outlined in scarlet.
A gleam of resentment flashed across the dark lineaments of the Mohican chief: he loosened his knife in its sheath; and then turning calmly from the sight, his countenance settled into a repose as deep as if he never knew the instigation of passion. "Montcalm!
The other guests, young fellows of high fashion, now too much warmed with wine to remember their accustomed Mohican cold-bloodedness those happy debtors to the prowess of a Stultz, and walking advertisers of Nugee take eager part with the opposed belligerents: more than one decanter is sent hissing through the air; more than one bloody coxcomb witnesses to the weight of a candle-stick and its hurler's clever aim: uplifted chairs are made the weapons of the chivalric combatants; and along with divers other less distinguished victims in the melée, poor Sir John Vincent, rushing into the midst, as a well-intentioned host, to quell the drunken brawl, gets knocked down among them all; the tables are upset, the bright gold runs about the room in all directions ha! no one heeds it no one owns it one little piece rolled right up to the window-sill where Roger still looked on with all his eyes; it is but to put his hand in the window is open to the floor nay a finger is enough: greedily, one undecided moment, did he gaze upon the gold; he saw the hideous contrast of his own dim hovel and that radiant chamber he remembered the pining faces of his babes, and gentle Grace with all her hardships he thought upon his poverty and well deserts he looked upon wastefulness of wealth and wantonness of living these reflections struck him in a moment; no one saw him, no one cared about the gold; that little blessed morsel, that could do him so much good; all was confusion, all was opportunity, and who can wonder that his fingers closed upon the sovereign, and that he picked it up?
Heyward rashly imitated his example, though both were, a moment afterward, admonished of his madness by hearing the bellowing of a piece, that the Hurons found time to discharge down the passage in the rocks, the bullet from which even gave the young Mohican a slight wound.
Some tribes were friendly with them; and, uniting with these the Mohicans and river Indians, under the conduct of Uncas, the Mohican chief, seventy- seven Englishmen made a raid into the Pequot country and drove them from it. Then, in 1637, a battle, called "the Great Swamp Fight," took place between the English, Dutch, and friendly Indians on the one hand, and the Pequots on the other.
Then, holding him so, the Mohican passed his knife through the man's heart, striking with swiftness incredible again and again; and as his victim collapsed, he eased him down into the water, turned him over, and took his shoulders between his knees. "God!" I whispered. "Don't wait for that!" But the Siwanois warrior was not to be denied; and in a second or two the wet scalp flapped at his belt.
"The red door of the West is still open." "Or a bear," said the Grey-Feather, cunningly slurring the Canienga word and swallowing the last syllable so that it might possibly have meant "Mohawk." The Wyandotte turned good-humouredly to the Mohican, not pretending to misunderstand this subtle double entendre and play upon words.
Covered as they were with dust and blood, the swift evolutions of the combatants seemed to incorporate their bodies into one. The death-like looking figure of the Mohican, and the dark form of the Huron, gleamed before their eyes in such quick and confused succession, that the friends of the former knew not where to plant the succoring blow.
All this time the Erie had given no sign of life, and I had begun to hope that he had been hit and would ultimately perish there, as wild things perish in solitude and silence. Then the Mohican said in my ear: "Unless we can stir him to move and expose himself, we must lose him. For his fellows will surely track us to this place." "Good God!
"You're all right?" Herndon's voice inquired anxiously. "We've got that steward and the other fellows all right." "Yes, come on," shouted Craig. "The cutter has made a capture." We had reached the stern of the ship, and far out in the river the Mohican was now headed toward us.
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