Останній з Могікан
Chapter 3
Footbyfoot,theyweredrivenbackfromtheshores,untilI,thatamachiefandasagamore,haveneverseenthesunshinebutthroughthetrees,andhavenevervisitedthegravesof,myfathers!"
"Gravesbringsolemnfeelingsoverthemind,"returnedthescout,agooddealtouchedatthecalmsufferingofhiscompanion;"andtheyoftenaidamaninhisgoodintentions;though,formyself,Iexpecttoleavemyownbonesunburied,tobleachinthewoods,ortobetornasunderbythewolves.ButwherearetobefoundthoseofyourracewhocametotheirkinintheDelawarecountry,somanysummerssince?"
"Wherearetheblossomsofthosesummers!—fallen,onebyone:soallofmyfamilydeparted,eachinhisturn,tothelandofspirits.Iamonthehill-top,andmustgodownintothevalley;andwhenUncasfollowsinmyfootsteps,therewillnolongerbeanyofthebloodofthesagamores,formyboyisthelastoftheMohicans."
"Uncasishere!"saidanothervoice,inthesamesoft,gutturaltones,nearhiselbow;"whospeakstoUncas?"
Thewhitemanloosenedhisknifeinhisleathernsheath,andmadeaninvoluntarymovementofthehandtowardshisrifle,atthissuddeninterruption;buttheIndiansatcomposed,andwithoutturninghisheadattheunexpectedsounds.
Atthenextinstant,ayouthfulwarriorpassedbetweenthem,withanoiselessstep,andseatedhimselfonthebankoftherapidstream.
