Останній з Могікан

           "Whatnow?"askedthescout;"thelakeisassmoothasifthewindshadneverblown,andIcanseealongitssheetformiles;thereisnotsomuchastheblackheadofaloondottingthewater."

           TheIndiangravelyraisedhispaddle,andpointedinthedirectioninwhichhisownsteadylookwasriveted.Duncan’seyesfollowedthemotion.Afewrodsintheirfrontlayanotherofthelowwoodedislets,butitappearedascalmandpeacefulasifitssolitudehadneverbeendisturbedbythefootofman.

           "Iseenothing,"hesaid,"butlandandwater;andalovelysceneitis."

           "Hist!"interruptedthescout."Ay,Sagamore,thereisalwaysareasonforwhatyoudo.’Tisbutashade,andyetitisnotnatural.Youseethemist,major,thatisrisingabovetheisland;youcan’tcallitafog,foritismorelikeastreakofthincloud—"

           "Itisvaporfromthewater."

           "Thatachildcouldtell.Butwhatistheedgingofblackersmokethathangsalongitslowerside,andwhichyoumaytracedownintothethicketofhazel?’Tisfromafire;butonethat,inmyjudgment,hasbeensufferedtoburnlow."

           "Letusthenpushfortheplace,andrelieveourdoubts,"saidtheimpatientDuncan;"thepartymustbesmallthatcanlieonsuchabitofland."

           "IfyoujudgeofIndiancunningbytherulesyoufindinbooks,orbywhitesagacity,theywillleadyouastray,ifnottoyourdeath,"returnedHawkeye,examiningthesignsoftheplacewiththatacutenesswhichdistinguishedhim.