Последний из Могикан
Chapter 7
Thereisnowhineofthepanther,nowhistleofthecatbird,noranyinventionofthedevilishMingos,thatcancheatme!Ihaveheardtheforestmoanlikemortalmenintheiraffliction;often,andagain,haveIlistenedtothewindplayingitsmusicinthebranchesofthegirdledtrees;andIhaveheardthelightningcrackingintheair,likethesnappingofblazingbrush,asitspittedforthsparksandforkedflames;butneverhaveIthoughtthatIheardmorethanthepleasureofHimwhosportedwiththethingsofhishand.ButneithertheMohicans,norI,whoamawhitemanwithoutacross,canexplainthecryjustheard.We,therefore,believeitasigngivenforourgood."
"Itisextraordinary!"saidHeyward,takinghispistolsfromtheplacewherehehadlaidthemonentering;"beitasignofpeaceorasignalofwar,itmustbelookedto.Leadtheway,myfriend;Ifollow."
Onissuingfromtheirplaceofconfinement,thewholepartyinstantlyexperiencedagratefulrenovationofspirits,byexchangingthepentairofthehiding-placeforthecoolandinvigoratingatmosphere,whichplayedaroundthewhirlpoolsandpitchesofthecataract.Aheavyeveningbreezesweptalongthesurfaceoftheriver,andseemedtodrivetheroarofthefallsintotherecessesoftheirowncaverns,whenceitissuedheavilyandconstant,likethunderrumblingbeyondthedistanthills.Themoonhadrisen,anditslightwasalreadyglancinghereandthereonthewatersabovethem;buttheextremityoftherockwheretheystoodstilllayinshadow.
