Останній з Могікан
Chapter 1
Hiseyesfellonthestill,upright,andrigidformofthe"Indianrunner,"whohadbornetothecamptheunwelcometidingsoftheprecedingevening.Althoughinastateofperfectrepose,andapparentlydisregarding,withcharacteristicstoicism,theexcitementandbustlearoundhim,therewasasullenfiercenessmingledwiththequietofthesavage,thatwaslikelytoarresttheattentionofmuchmoreexperiencedeyesthanthosewhichnowscannedhim,inunconcealedamazement.Thenativeboreboththetomahawkandknifeofhistribe;andyethisappearancewasnotaltogetherthatofawarrior.Onthecontrary,therewasanairofneglectabouthisperson,likethatwhichmighthaveproceededfromgreatandrecentexertion,whichhehadnotyetfoundleisuretorepair.Thecolorsofthewar-painthadblendedindarkconfusionabouthisfiercecountenance,andrenderedhisswarthylineamentsstillmoresavageandrepulsivethanifarthadattemptedaneffectwhichhadbeenthusproducedbychance.Hiseye,alone,whichglistenedlikeafierystaramidloweringclouds,wastobeseeninitsstateofnativewildness.Forasingleinstant,hissearchingandyetwaryglancemetthewonderinglookoftheother,andthenchangingitsdirection,partlyincunning,andpartlyindisdain,itremainedfixed,asifpenetratingthedistantair.
Itisimpossibletosaywhatunlooked-forremarkthisshortandsilentcommunication,betweentwosuchsingularmen,mighthaveelicitedfromthewhiteman,hadnothisactivecuriositybeenagaindrawntootherobjects.
