Останній з Могікан
Chapter 3
Thefirstpale-faceswhocameamongusspokenoEnglish.Theycameinalargecanoe,whenmyfathershadburiedthetomahawkwiththeredmenaroundthem.Then,Hawkeye,"hecontinued,betrayinghisdeepemotiononlybypermittinghisvoicetofalltothoselow,gutturaltones,whichrenderedhislanguage,asspokenattimes,soverymusical;"then,Hawkeye,wewereonepeople,andwewerehappy.Thesaltlakegaveusitsfish,thewooditsdeer,andtheairitsbirds.Wetookwiveswhoboreuschildren;weworshippedtheGreatSpirit;andwekepttheMaquasbeyondthesoundofoursongsoftriumph!"
"Knowyouanythingofyourownfamilyatthattime?"demandedthewhite."Butyouareajustman,foranIndian!and,asIsupposeyouholdtheirgifts,yourfathersmusthavebeenbravewarriors,andwisemenatthecouncilfire."
"Mytribeisthegrandfatherofnations,butIamanunmixedman.Thebloodofchiefsisinmyveins,whereitmuststayforever.TheDutchlanded,andgavemypeoplethefire-water;theydrankuntiltheheavensandtheearthseemedtomeet,andtheyfoolishlythoughttheyhadfoundtheGreatSpirit.Thentheypartedwiththeirland.
