Останній з Могікан
Chapter 1
Itcouldbeseen,however,thatherperson,thoughmouldedwiththesameexquisiteproportions,ofwhichnoneofthegraceswerelostbythetravellingdressshewore,wasratherfullerandmorematurethanthatofhercompanion.
Nosoonerwerethesefemalesseated,thantheirattendantspranglightlyintothesaddleofthewar-horse,whenthewholethreebowedtoWebb,who,incourtesy,awaitedtheirpartingonthethresholdofhiscabin,andturningtheirhorses’heads,theyproceededataslowamble,followedbytheirtrain,towardsthenorthernentranceoftheencampment.Astheytraversedthatshortdistance,notavoicewasheardamongstthem;butaslightexclamationproceededfromtheyoungerofthefemales,astheIndianrunnerglidedbyher,unexpectedly,andledthewayalongthemilitaryroadinherfront.ThoughthissuddenandstartlingmovementoftheIndianproducednosoundfromtheother,inthesurpriseherveilalsowasallowedtoopenitsfolds,andbetrayedanindescribablelookofpity,admiration,andhorror,asherdarkeyefollowedtheeasymotionsofthesavage.Thetressesofthisladywereshiningandblack,liketheplumageoftheraven.Hercomplexionwasnotbrown,butitratherappearedchargedwiththecoloroftherichblood,thatseemedreadytoburstitsbounds.Andyettherewasneithercoarsenessnorwantofshadowinginacountenancethatwasexquisitelyregularanddignified,andsurpassinglybeautiful
