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           Thepursuersdashedintothelongandnarrowentrance,intimetocatchaglimpseoftheretreatingformsoftheHurons.Theirpassagethroughthenaturalgalleriesandsubterraneousapartmentsofthecavernwasprecededbytheshrieksandcriesofhundredsofwomenandchildren.Theplace,seenbyitsdimanduncertainlight,appearedliketheshadesoftheinfernalregions,acrosswhichunhappyghostsandsavagedemonswereflittinginmultitudes.

           StillUncaskepthiseyeonMagua,asiflifetohimpossessedbutasingleobject.Heywardandthescoutstillpressedonhisrear,actuated,thoughpossiblyinalessdegree,byacommonfeeling.Buttheirwaywasbecomingintricate,inthosedarkandgloomypassages,andtheglimpsesoftheretiringwarriorslessdistinctandfrequent;andforamomentthetracewasbelievedtobelost,whenawhiterobewasseenflutteringinthefartherextremityofapassagethatseemedtoleadupthemountain.

           "’TisCora!"exclaimedHeyward,inavoiceinwhichhorroranddelightwerewildlymingled.

           "Cora!Cora!"echoedUncas,bendingforwardlikeadeer.

           "’Tisthemaiden!"shoutedthescout,"Courage,lady;wecome!—wecome!"

           Thechasewasrenewedwithadiligencerenderedtenfoldencouragingbythisglimpseofthecaptive.Butthewaywasrugged,broken,andinspotsnearlyimpassable.Uncasabandonedhisrifle,andleapedforwardwithheadlongprecipitation.