Останній з Могікан
Chapter 33
Chingachgookbecameoncemoretheobjectofthecommonattention.Hehadnotyetspoken,andsomethingconsolatoryandinstructivewasexpectedfromsorenownedachiefonanoccasionofsuchinterest.Consciousofthewishesofthepeople,thesternandself-restrainedwarriorraisedhisface,whichhadlatterlybeenburiedinhisrobe,andlookedabouthimwithasteadyeye.Hisfirmlycompressedandexpressivelipsthensevered,andforthefirsttimeduringthelongceremonieshisvoicewasdistinctlyaudible.
"Whydomybrothersmourn!"hesaid,regardingthedarkraceofdejectedwarriorsbywhomhewasenvironed;"whydomydaughtersweep!thatayoungmanhasgonetothehappyhunting-grounds;thatachiefhasfilledhistimewithhonor!Hewasgood;hewasdutiful;hewasbrave.Whocandenyit?TheManitouhadneedofsuchawarrior,andHehascalledhimaway.Asforme,thesonandthefatherofUncas,Iamablazedpine,inaclearingofthepale-faces.Myracehasgonefromtheshoresofthesaltlake,andthehillsoftheDelawares.ButwhocansaythattheSerpentofhistribehasforgottenhiswisdom?Iamalone—"
"No,no,"criedHawkeye,whohadbeengazingwithayearninglookattherigidfeaturesofhisfriend,withsomethinglikehisownself-command,butwhosephilosophycouldendurenolonger;"no,Sagamore,notalone.Thegiftsofourcolorsmaybedifferent,butGodhassoplacedusastojourneyinthesamepath.Ihavenokin,andImayalsosay,likeyou,nopeople
