Останній з Могікан

           Arousedbythissignal,slightasitwas,hespranguponhisfeetwithaconfusedrecollectionoftheself-imposeddutyhehadassumedwiththecommencementofthenight.

           "Whocomes?"hedemanded,feelingforhisswordattheplacewhereitwasusuallysuspended,"Speak!friendorenemy?"

           "Friend,"repliedthelowvoiceofChingachgook;who,pointingupwardsattheluminarywhichwassheddingitsmildlightthroughtheopeninginthetrees,directlyintheirbivouac,immediatelyadded,inhisrudeEnglish,"mooncomes,andwhiteman’sfortfar—faroff;timetomove,whensleepshutsbotheyesoftheFrenchman!"

           "Yousaytrue!callupyourfriends,andbridlethehorses,whileIpreparemyowncompanionsforthemarch!"

           "Weareawake,Duncan,"saidthesoft,silverytonesofAlicewithinthebuilding,"andreadytotravelveryfastaftersorefreshingasleep;butyouhavewatchedthroughthetediousnightinourbehalf,afterhavingenduredsomuchfatiguethelive-longday!"

           "Say,rather,Iwouldhavewatched,butmytreacherouseyesbetrayedme;twicehaveIprovedmyselfunfitforthetrustIbear."

           "Nay,Duncan,denyitnot,"interruptedthesmilingAlice,issuingfromtheshadowsofthebuildingintothelightofthemoon,inallthelovelinessofherfreshenedbeauty;"Iknowyoutobeaheedlessone,whenselfistheobjectofyourcare,andbuttoovigilantinfavorofothers.