Останній з Могікан
Chapter 33
Thouartgone,youthfulwarrior,butahundredWyandotsareclearingthebriersfromthypathtotheworldofspirits.Whothatsawtheeinbattlewouldbelievethatthoucouldstdie?WhobeforetheehasevershownUttawathewayintothefight?Thyfeetwerelikethewingsofeagles;thinearmheavierthanfallingbranchesfromthepine;andthyvoiceliketheManitouwhenhespeaksintheclouds.ThetongueofUttawaisweak,"headded,lookingabouthimwithamelancholygaze,"andhisheartexceedingheavy.PrideoftheWapanachki,whyhastthouleftus?"
Hewassucceededbyothers,indueorder,untilmostofthehighandgiftedmenofthenationhadsungorspokentheirtributeofpraiseoverthemanesofthedeceasedchief.Wheneachhadended,anotherdeepandbreathingsilencereignedinalltheplace.
Thenalow,deepsoundwasheard,likethesuppressedaccompanimentofdistantmusic,risingjusthighenoughontheairtobeaudible,andyetsoindistinctly,astoleaveitscharacter,andtheplacewhenceitproceeded,alikemattersofconjecture.Itwas,however,succeededbyanotherandanotherstrain,eachinahigherkey,untiltheygrewontheear,firstinlongdrawnandoftenrepeatedinterjections,andfinallyinwords.ThelipsofChingachgookhadsofarparted,astoannouncethatitwasthemonodyofthefather.
