Останній з Могікан

           ’DostthourememberthenameofthatEnglishwarrior?"

           "Iremember,thatwhenalaughingboy,"returnedthepatriarch,withthepeculiarrecollectionofvastage,"Istooduponthesandsofthesea-shore,andsawabigcanoe,withwingswhiterthantheswan’s,andwiderthanmanyeagles,comefromtherisingsun."

           "Nay,nay;Ispeaknotofatimesoverydistant,butoffavorshowntothykindredbyoneofmine,withinthememoryofthyyoungestwarrior."

           "WasitwhentheYengeeseandtheDutchmannefoughtforthehunting-groundsoftheDelawares?ThenTamenundwasachief,andfirstlaidasidethebowforthelightningofthepalefaces—"

           "Noryetthen,"interruptedCora,"bymanyages;Ispeakofathingofyesterday.Surely,surely,youforgetitnot."

           "Itwasbutyesterday,"rejoinedtheagedman,withtouchingpathos,"thatthechildrenoftheLenapeweremastersoftheworld.Thefishesofthesaltlake,thebirds,thebeasts,andtheMengweofthewoods,ownedthemforsagamores."

           Corabowedherheadindisappointment,and,forabittermoment,struggledwithherchagrin.Thenelevatingherrichfeaturesandbeamingeyes,shecontinued,intonesscarcelylesspenetratingthantheunearthlyvoiceofthepatriarchhimself—

           "Tellme,isTamenundafather?"

           Theoldmanlookeddownuponherfromhiselevatedstand,withabenignantsmileonhiswastedcountenance,andthencastinghiseyesslowlyoverthewholeassemblage,heanswered—

           "Ofanation."

           "FormyselfIasknothing.