Останній з Могікан
Chapter 32
Thepursuersdashedintothelongandnarrowentrance,intimetocatchaglimpseoftheretreatingformsoftheHurons.Theirpassagethroughthenaturalgalleriesandsubterraneousapartmentsofthecavernwasprecededbytheshrieksandcriesofhundredsofwomenandchildren.Theplace,seenbyitsdimanduncertainlight,appearedliketheshadesoftheinfernalregions,acrosswhichunhappyghostsandsavagedemonswereflittinginmultitudes.
StillUncaskepthiseyeonMagua,asiflifetohimpossessedbutasingleobject.Heywardandthescoutstillpressedonhisrear,actuated,thoughpossiblyinalessdegree,byacommonfeeling.Buttheirwaywasbecomingintricate,inthosedarkandgloomypassages,andtheglimpsesoftheretiringwarriorslessdistinctandfrequent;andforamomentthetracewasbelievedtobelost,whenawhiterobewasseenflutteringinthefartherextremityofapassagethatseemedtoleadupthemountain.
"’TisCora!"exclaimedHeyward,inavoiceinwhichhorroranddelightwerewildlymingled.
"Cora!Cora!"echoedUncas,bendingforwardlikeadeer.
"’Tisthemaiden!"shoutedthescout,"Courage,lady;wecome!—wecome!"
Thechasewasrenewedwithadiligencerenderedtenfoldencouragingbythisglimpseofthecaptive.Butthewaywasrugged,broken,andinspotsnearlyimpassable.Uncasabandonedhisrifle,andleapedforwardwithheadlongprecipitation.
