Останній з Могікан
Chapter 10
Heywardwouldhaveventuredaremonstrance,hadtherebeenanythingencouraginginthegloomyreserveofMagua.Butthesavage,duringallthistime,seldomturnedtolookathisfollowers,andneverspoke.Withthesunforhisonlyguide,oraidedbysuchblindmarksasareonlyknowntothesagacityofanative,heheldhiswayalongthebarrensofpine,throughoccasionallittlefertilevales,acrossbrooksandrivulets,andoverundulatinghills,withtheaccuracyofinstinct,andnearlywiththedirectnessofabird.Heneverseemedtohesitate.Whetherthepathwashardlydistinguishable,whetheritdisappeared,orwhetheritlaybeatenandplainbeforehim,madenosensibledifferenceinhisspeedorcertainty.Itseemedasiffatiguecouldnotaffecthim.Whenevertheeyesoftheweariedtravellersrosefromthedecayedleavesoverwhichtheytrod,hisdarkformwastobeseenglancingamongthestemsofthetreesinfront,hisheadimmovablyfastenedinaforwardposition,withthelightplumeonhiscrestflutteringinacurrentofair,madesolelybytheswiftnessofhisownmotion.
Butallthisdiligenceandspeedwerenotwithoutanobject.Aftercrossingalowvale,throughwhichagushingbrookmeandered,hesuddenlyascendedahill,sosteepanddifficultofascent,thatthesisterswerecompelledtoalight,inordertofollow
