Останній з Могікан
Chapter 33
Hewasyourson,andaredskinbynature;anditmaybethatyourbloodwasnearer—butifeverIforgettheladwhohassooftenfou’tatmysideinwar,andsleptatmysideinpeace,mayHewhomadeusall,whatevermaybeourcolororourgifts,forgetme!Theboyhasleftusforatime;but,Sagamore,youarenotalone."
Chingachgookgraspedthehandthat,inthewarmthoffeeling,thescouthadstretchedacrossthefreshearth,andinthatattitudeoffriendshipthesetwosturdyandintrepidwoodsmenbowedtheirheadstogether,whilescaldingtearsfelltotheirfeet,wateringthegraveofUncaslikedropsoffallingrain.
Inthemidstoftheawfulstillnesswithwhichsuchaburstoffeeling,coming,asitdid,fromthetwomostrenownedwarriorsofthatregion,wasreceived,Tamenundliftedhisvoicetodispersethemultitude.
"Itisenough,"hesaid."Go,childrenoftheLenape,theangeroftheManitouisnotdone.WhyshouldTamenundstay?Thepale-facesaremastersoftheearth,andthetimeoftheredmenhasnotyetcomeagain.Mydayhasbeentoolong.InthemorningIsawthesonsofUnamishappyandstrong;andyet,beforethenighthascome,haveIlivedtoseethelastwarriorofthewiseraceoftheMohicans."
