Cooper. Last of Mogic

10.10.2020

This is another immortal romance of Cooper, which has long become an adventure classic, this is one of the most famous and best novels of the author. For adventure lovers, there is a lot of things here: whistle arrows and tomahawk, fierce and noble Indians, scalp enemies and of course love. On the trail of war, the old acquaintances of the novel "Zvethoy", Chinghachguk-great snakes and a falcon-eye, and help them the son of Chingachguk Unshas, \u200b\u200bwho is the last of the Mogican tribe. I read this book thirty years ago, but I still remember the plot well and remember it with a special warmth.

Rating: 10.

The novel of Phoenimor Cooper "The Last Mogican" is a recognized classic of adventure literature. The plot of everyone has long been perfectly known: the war of England and France for the colony in the new light and the adventures of Nathaniel Bampo (falconry), Chinghachguk-Great Snake and his son Unshas (the last of the Mogican), who are trying to save the two daughters of the British Fort to save two daughters. But the main thing here is not this, and then what emotions will cause the reading of the book - this is hopeless longing over the past times. After all, the events of the novel symbolize the end of the whole era, the epoch when a person lived in the world with nature. A technological era comes to replace, where the places of the Indians are no longer there, and not only them. It is good or bad to judge difficult, but the past is no longer returning.

I still remember that the devastation that the reading of this novel caused. Not every book can cause such feelings in the soul.

Rating: 10.

I will make a reservation immediately that I make a discount on the translation, but I rate the novel as if he was written in Russian. Read the translation of purple-WER.

I love the classics and extremely rarely scolding something on something, but then the second option came out. I expected to read something solid and mighty, punching into a tear, but no. I will not list a good, already so much praised.

I will express a few complaints:

1. In the novel a lot of pianos - then thoughtful "good" Indians forget the gunpowder in a boat, then Gurons (all) leave their guns somewhere far and the whole crowd manage to give way to three "good" Indians, after passing the fortress the British leave daughters in essence Some at all without security (Alarm!) - Probably so that the action of the plot continued and again there was a need to save someone, in one place gurons, fearing the chase, do not even give a bush break, and elsewhere allow you to throw some pieces of color clothes (Alarm ), Medallion (Alarm) and David's musical instrument (Alarm !!!) - Okay, even though they did not give to write on earth with a stick "We all behave this path. David".

Separately, you should mention the outcomes in the Guron camp. There, Gurons could not distinguish a person expressed by the bear from the present bear. This could be comedy to erect. But not. In the cave, the requester suggested a Duncan to wash off his coloring only in order to enter the girl, and then paint the duncan in a new one. It's all in the Guron camp, when the enemy could enter any minute and detect all this stupid Vakhanali ...

2. The translation, colorful descriptions of nature, who expected to find, almost did not turn out. Instead, a stale, monotonous language did not give a pleasure to enjoy the story and forced his eyebrows on every second page.

3. Not enough feelings of the main characters, especially Duncan. For me, he remained just a sterile character.

4. I did not understand why in minutes of action and danger to talk to the suggestions for three lines. Okay, still the Indians - they will not understand them with their unshakable calm, but the British are what they talk so? It would seem, shouted, cut off and threw and do business - Grab rifle, shoot! But no, here Paphos is densely izmazano - so do not smear in knightly novels, written three centuries ago.

And the characters in any situation love to retell all what happened to them before. And they do it not short, but with a scope. In the same cave, when Alice was saved, first the intelligence, and then Alis Duncan himself told everything you can. Alice even puck. Again, this is all essentially in the Guron camp. Instead of easy to run, lead the girl away and try to save UNKASA, the characters do the hell knows what.

In general, I stayed very unhappy with logic ...

Rating: 6.

Before us, probably, the best of the novels of James Phenimor Cooper from Pentalogia "Leather stocking".

Book events are based on real events.

The Commander of the French troops Marquis de Moncalm-Gozon Louis Joseph captured in 1757 by the Anglo-American Fort William Henry in the southern tip of Lake George and allowed the Union of Indian tribes to cut the British's mercy. The then died about 158 \u200b\u200bpeople, and about fanitated by the Allied France by Indians,

Spoiler (plot disclosure) (Click on it to see)

according to Fenimor Cooper - Gurons, headed by a cunning fox of Magua, once an insulted Colonel Munro, Commandant William Henry

British fort, founded as a bridgehead for attacks in French positions at the Fort of St. Frederick, which occupies a strategic position on the border between New York and New France was destroyed to the ground and abandoned. The French fought to death with Britain's hands of the Indians for the Indian territory of the Ohio River to the last Mogicanin. And in the end, France lost a new France and Louisiana to the west of Mississippi, and Britain received not only the colonial French lands, but also Spanish Florida.

Rating: 9.

Fenimore Cooper, infinitely me the favorite writer, because he writes mainly in the historic genre, namely, about the colonial period of North America and tells about the Volnoi People, about the valiant people, about people with a huge zeal, the power of will. These people are not afraid of death and are ready to go to any sacrifice for themselves, but for the sake of the good of their own, they can live in harmony with nature and themselves, they cannot help help in need and everyone is ready to give it for this. Of course, it will be about the Indians, people living in the sake of a large number of battles who want to die in battle, they don't even need fame. They are free people, native Americans living for unity with nature. Cooper with its books gives tribute to this people, not quite a single people, as a few tribes. But the speech will go about the novel "The Last Mogican". This book struck me with turnover and naturalism, characters, common entourage. Bravo Cooper! You created a wonderful work that can leave an indelible mark in the consciousness of a person who reads this book. I confess, at the end I sat with an open mouth and was in shock, I was so imbued with the characters that tears were poured out of my eyes, they are in my heart, forever and will never leave there. The book is built so that you will not be boring to read it, it is filled with the shocking readers, events and will leave indifferent except that the emotional scum. I still remember the images of these heroes and personify myself with them, delighted by the Indians in general, the real people from the steel, who can not move the nerve if they begin to torture with Kaneny gland or before their gaze will be the mountains of corpses, people created to kill and For the sake of battles and to shoot scalps, but capable of high feelings, for love and compassion and mainly incoming the heart of them. The book remained in my heart and will not leave him for a long time. Read everyone, definitely.

Rating: 9.

In 1826, Fenimore Cooper wrote his novel "The Last Mogican". The summary of it is set out in this article. In his book, the author one of the first described the originality of the customs and the spiritual world of American Indians. By genre, historic novel is the "Last Mogican". A brief content of it, like the work itself, unfolds in the middle of the 18th century. So let's proceed to describe the plot of this book.

The author of the work "The Last of Mogican", which we describe the brief content, talks about the fact that in wars who unfold between the French and the British for the possession of America's lands (1755-1763), the warring parties have repeatedly used for their own intersbars of local Indian tribes. Very cruel and difficult was this time. It is not surprising that the girls who have lived to their father, the commander of the precipitated Fort, accompanied by Duncan Heivord, Major, worried. Indian Magua, who received a nickname Sly Fox, especially disturbed by Ciru and Alisa (so called sisters). This man volunteered to spend their safe forest path. Hayward reassured his companion, although he began to worry: maybe they got lost? Continuing to read the brief content of the novel "The Last Mogican", you will find out if it is.

Meeting with a falconian eye, expose and escape Magua

In the evening, fortunately, the travelers met a falcony eye (the nickname that secured firmly behind the Attachment). In addition, he was not alone, but with UNKAS and Chingachguk. Indian who lost his afternoon in the forest?! Where more Duncana alarmed a falconian eye. He offered him to grab the conductor, but he managed to hide. No one else doubts the fact that Indian Magua is a traitor. With the help of Chingachguk, as well as Medasha, his son, a falcony eye forwards arriving on a small rocky island.

Chingachguk and falconry go for help

Next, the summary of the book "The Last Mogican" describes a modest dinner, in the continuation of which UNCAS provides Alice and the Core of all sorts of services. It is noticeable that he pays more attention to the latter than on her sister. Indians attracted by wheezing horses, frightened by wolves, find their refuge. Shooting, after which - hand-to-hand. The first Natisk of Gurons is reflected, but the deposited has no ammunition left. It remains only to run that, alas, for girls is simply. You need to sail at night along the cold and porous mountain river. The Bark offers a falconry to go with Chingachguk to bring help. She accounts for longer than other hunters to convince UNKASA: the sisters and the Major are in the hands of Magua, the negative character, which was created by Fenimore Cooper ("Last Mogican").

Prisoners and kidnappers stop to relax on the hill. The tricky fox tells the crust for which they were kidnapped. Colonel Munro, her father, as it turned out, once he insulted him very much, Velél walitate him for drunkenness. In retaliation, he is going to take his daughter to his wife. The bark resolutely refuses. Magua makes a decision cruel to deal with its prisoners. Major and sisters are tied to trees, near which the twig is laid down to light the bonfire. Indian advises the crust to agree at least for the sake of a young sister, almost a child. However, learning that he demanded from the bark of Magua in return for their lives, prefers painfully the brave heroine of the work "The Last Mogican". A summary of the chapters does not describe in detail all the infusion of girls. Let us turn to the story about their salvation.

Salvation of girls

Indian throws tomogask. Lifted in the tree Topor, naughty the blond hair of the crust. Major breaks out of the Path and throws on the Indian. Duncan is practically defeated, but a shot is heard, Indian falls. It arrived a falconian eye with her friends. Enemies after a short battle are defeated. Pretending to be dead, Magua implants the moment to run again.

Traffic police arrive in the fort

Dangerous wanderings are safely completed - the travelers finally reach the fort. Despite the French, besieging him, they manage to scatter inside under cover. Finally, the father sees his daughters. Fort defenders are forced to take defeat, however, on conditions, honorary for the British: defeated maintain their weapons and banners and can retreat easily to their.

New abduction of the bark and alice

However, this does not end the misadventures of the main characters of the work of the "Last Mogican". A summary of further misfortunes that have fallen out of them, the following. Burdened by the wounded women and children garrison at dawn leaves the fort. In close wooded gorge, located nearby, the Indians attack the traffic. Again, Magua kidnaps Corra and Alice.

Colonel Munro, Major Duncan, Unshas, \u200b\u200bChingachguk and a falconian eye on the 3rd day after the tragedy inspecting the battleship. UNKAS makes the conclusion for the barely notable tracks that the girls are alive and that they are in captivity. Continuing to inspect this place, Mogyanin even establishes that Magua kidnapped them! Friends, having encountered, go to a very dangerous way. They decide to get home to the Motherland of the fox, in the Earth, which inhabit mainly gurons. Losing and finding again traces, surviving many adventures, pursuers are finally near the village.

Salvation of Unshade, Sly Reincarnation

Here they are found by David, the Psalmist, who, taking advantage of his own reputation, followed voluntarily for girls. From him, the Colonel learns about what happened to his daughters: Magua left Alice at himself, and Corra sent to Delawaram living on Guron's lands next door. Duncan, in love with Alice, wants to penetrate by all means in the village. He decides to pretend to be a fool by changing with the help of Chingachguk and a falcony eye appearance. In this form, Duncan goes to exploration.

You are probably curious to know what the work continues the "Last Mogic" work? Read brief content, of course, not as interesting as the novel himself. Nevertheless, the plot of it, you see, exciting.

Reaching the Guron camp, Duncan himself gives himself for the hell from France. Just like David, he is allowed to walk gurons everywhere. In the village, to the horror Duncan, the prisoner of Unshasa leads. First, he is taken for a simple prisoner, however, Magua recognizes a quick deer in it. This name, hated gurons, causes such anger that if the Sly Fox did not come for him, Unsha's immediately ripped out. However, Magua convinces his tribesmen to postpone the execution of the execution. Unshasa is discharged into the hut.

To Duncan, as a redemption requests for help from an Indian woman who is sick. He comes to the cave in which the patient lies, accompanied by a manual bear and the father of the girl. Duncan asks for it to be left alone with the patient. Indians obey this requirement and leave, leaving the bear in the cave. He is transformed - it turns out, the falcony eye hides under the crowding! Duncan with the help of the hunter detects Alice hidden in the cave, but Magua appears. Triumph tricky fox. However, not long. What then tells the reader Cooper ("Last of Mogican")? Summary describes a further fate of heroes in general.

Escape from captivity

"Bear" is thrown on the Indian and squeezes him in the arms, and Major connects the hands of the villain. Alice from the experienced stress can not make a step. The girl wrapped in the clothes of the Indians, Duncan makes it out, accompanied by a "bear". The self-priced "leak" Father is a patient to remain in order to guard the exit from the cave, referring to the power of an evil spirit. This trick succeeds - the fugitives are safely achieved. Falconary eye on the edge shows the Duncan's path, which leads to Delaware. Then he returns to liberate Medasas. He deceives with David Warriors, guarding a quick deer, and then hiding in the forest with Mogicanin. Magua in rage. It is found in the cave and dismissed, he calls for his tribesmen to take revenge.

Needed sacrifice

At the head of the military squad, the tricky fox decides to go to Delaware. Magua hiding the detachment in the forest, enters the village and appeals to the leaders demanding to give him prisoners. The leaders, deceived by the eloquence of Magua, first agree, but the bark interferes, which says that the captive of the fox is actually only she - the rest themselves were released. Colonel Munro promises a rich ransom for Corra, but Indian refuses. Unsuspent the Supreme Chief of the UNKAS must let go of a trinity with his captive. Magua warns for a farewell that after the time required for flight, Delaware will be released on the war path.

Dramatic final

Go to the description of the final of the novel, the author of which is Cooper ("Last of Mogican"). Summary does not transmit, unfortunately, all of his drama. Military actions will soon bring a strong victory of the tribe thanks to the leadership of UNCAS. Gurons are broken. Capturing Curra, Magua runs. The enemy pursues a quick-legged deer. Understanding that it will not be possible to leave, the last of Magua's satellites, survivors, lies a knife over the girl. Seeing that he may be late, UNKAS rushes from the cliff between the Indian and the girl, but falls and loses consciousness. Curra kill. Funny deer, nevertheless, time to fight her killer. Imagining a moment, Magua prevents the knife in the back of the junior knife, after which there is a downtown. The shot is heard - this falcony eye is seized with the villain.

Thus, orphaned fathers, orphaned all the people. Only Delawara lost the found leader, which was the last of the Mogican. However, one leader can replace the other. The youngest daughter remained at the colonel. And Chingachguk lost everything. Only a falconian eye finds the word consolation. He appeals to the great snake and says that Sagamor is not alone. They may have a different skin color, but they are destined to follow one path.

So finishes its work F. Cooper ("Last of Mogican"). The brief content of it we described only in general terms, since the work itself is quite large, like all the novels. The plot of it, as you see, very exciting. Readers never makes bored F. Cooper. "The last of the Mogican", the brief content of which we have just described, is just one of the many works of this author. Acquaintance with the work of Phoenimor Cooper gives pleasure a variety of readers.

It may be, in all the huge traces of the border, which separated the ownership of the French from the territory of the English colonies of North America, there are no more eloquent monuments of cruel and fierce wars of 1755-1763 than in the area underlying at the sources of Hudzon and nearby lakes with them. This area was presented to the movement of troops such conveniences that they could not be neglected.

Shamplane's water surface stretched from Canada and deeply went to the colony of New York; As a result, the Shamplane lake served as the most convenient way of communication, according to which the French could sail up to half the distance separating them from the enemy.

Near the southern edge of Lake Shamplane with him merge crystally clear waters of Horikhan - St. Lake.

The holy lake wriggles between countless islands, and it is tested by low coastal mountains. Bend, it stretches far to the south, where he rests on the plateau. From this point began the multi-family wolf, which led the traveler to the shore of Hudzon; Here swimming on the river became convenient, since the flow is free from the thresholds.

By fulfilling their warlike plans, the French tried to penetrate the most remote and inaccessible gorges of Allegian mountains and paid attention to the natural advantages of the region just described by us. Indeed, she soon turned into a bloody arena of numerous battles, which the warring parties hoped to solve the issue of possession by the colonies.

Here, in the most important places, towering over the surrounding ways, the fortresses crossed; They took possession of that one, then the other enemy side; They were broken, they were rebuilt again, depending on whether the banner was rejected over the fortress.

While peaceful farmers tried to stay away from dangerous mountain gorges, hiding in ancient settlements, numerous military forces went deep into virgin forests. A few, exacerbated by deprivation and burdens that fell by the Spirit from failures were returned from there.

Although this hectic edge did not know the peaceful crafts, his forests were often revived by the presence of a person.

Under the canopy of the branches and in the valleys, the sounds of the marches were heard, and the echo in the mountains repeated the laughter, then the screams of many and many carefree young brave, who in the flourish of the forces hurried here to plunge into the deep sleep of the long night of oblivion.

It is on this arena that the events that we will try to tell were deployed. Our story belongs to the time of the third year of the war between France and England, fought for power over the country, which was not destined to keep neither the other side in their hands.

The stupidity of the commanders abroad and the destructive inactivity of advisers at the courtyard were deprived of the UK of that proud prestige, which was conquered for her the talent and the courage of her former warriors and statesmen. The english troops were broken down by the hands of the French and Indians; This unexpected defeat deprived the protection most of the border. And after valid disasters, many imaginary, imagined hazards have grown. In every gust of the wind, coming from infinite forests, wild cries and the sinister of the Indians were frightened to the settlers.

Under the influence of fear, the danger took unprecedented dimensions; Common sense could not fight an alarmed imagination. Even the most courageous, self-confident, energetic began to doubt the favorable outcome of the struggle. The number of cowardly and intimately incredibly increased; They mounted that in the near future, all American possessions of England will make the city's property or will be devastated by Indian tribes - the Allies of France.

Therefore, when in the English fortress, towering in the southern part of the plateau between Goodzon and lakes, the news came about the appearance of a moncalm near Shamplane and sucking the chatters added that this general is moving with a detachment, "in which the soldiers that leaves in the forest", terrible The message was made rather with a cowardly humility than having a harsh satisfaction that would have to feel a warrior, who revealed the enemy next to him. The message about the occurrence of Moncalma came to the height of the summer; I was brought by Indian at that time when the day was already cloned in the evening. Together with the terrible news, the munro conveyed to the commander of the camp of Munro, the commandant of one of the forts on the shores of the Holy Lake, immediately send him a strong reinforcement. The distance between the Fort and the fortress, which a resident of the forests passed within two hours, a military squad, with his own car, could be covered between the sunrise and sunset. One of these fortifications, the faithful supporters of the English crown called the Fort of William Henry, and the other - Fort Edward, named by the Royal Family princes. Wetran-Scot Munro commanded Fort William Henry. It stood one of the regular regiments and a small detachment of colonists-volunteers; It was a garrison, too small to combat the approachable forces of Moncalma.

The position of Commandant in the second fortress was held by General Webb; Under his command was the royal army of more than five thousand people. If Webb connected all its scattered in various places, he could navigate the enemy twice as much more soldier than the enterprising Frenchman, who dared to leave so far from his replenishment with the army not much more than the British.

However, the British generals and their subordinates were frightened by failures preferred to wait in their fortress the approach of the Terrible enemy, not at risking to meet Moncalma to surpass the successful performance of the French at Dukey Fort, give the battle to the enemy and stop him.

When the first excitement caused by terrible news, in a camp, protected by trenches and located on the shore of Hudzon in the form of a chain of fortifications, which were covered by the most fortune, was a rumor that a semi-trifle selected detachment at dawn should move from the fortress to the Fort William Henry. This rumor soon confirmed; They found out that several detachments received an order to hurry to prepare for the campaign. All doubts about the intentions of Webba were dissipated, and for two or three hours in the camp heard a hurrying runway, concerned faces flashed. The newlyworn again was alarmingly back and forth, fussed up and excessive zeal, only slowed down the fees to the speech; The experienced veteran was fully cooked, leisurely, although strict features and anxious look clearly said that the terrible struggle in the forests is not particularly pleased with his heart.

Finally, the sun hid in the stream of radiance in the west behind the mountains, and when the night wrapped it with its cover, this is a secluded place, noise and bustle of preparations for the hike; In the log cabins of officers, the last light went out; The thickened shadows of the trees lay on earth shafts and the murmur stream, and after a few minutes the whole camp plunged into the same silence, which reigned in the neighboring dense forests.

According to the order given the night before, the deep sleep of the soldier was disturbed by a deafening rumble of the drums, and the rolling echo was far away in the wet morning air, gulko surrendering in every forest corner; He was engaged in the day, the cloudless sky was light in the east, and the outlines of high ridiculous pines performed on it everything is more distinct and sharper. A minute later, life was boiled in the camp; Even the most negligent soldier and he rose to his feet to see the performance of the detachment and, together with the comrades, survive the excitement of this minute. Non-flat fees of the protruding squad ended soon. Soldiers built in combat units. Royal mercenaries were concerned on the right flank; More modest volunteers, from among the settlers, submissively occupied places on the left.

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Preface

James Cooper (Fenimore - Mother's name of the writer, taken by him as a pseudonym in the mature years of creativity) was born in 1789 in the abundant fish and the child of the Taiga State of New York, at the very border with Canada, when the United States has just gained independence. The eleventh child in a healthy Protestant family, which flourished thanks to the business and political gifting of the head of the family, the Judge of Cooper, James, along with brothers and sisters, grew on the shore of the Lake of Openders, next to the huge agricultural land, which the Great Labor displaced the migrants in the forest. The life of the family proceeded between the right Christian housekeeping for the British Lad, in which respect for the elder and gentlemansky, knightly attitude towards women, and the unawarded wild taiga, in which predators and those whom the immigrants were afraid even stronger, are Indians.

Years have passed. James left the wild edge, became a lawyer's student, dreaming about a political career, then signed up in the fleet and swimmed on the warships on the warships, then married his beloved girl, Susan Delance, who belonged to one of the best families of the then New York (cities). And then on his family, before the cheerful and prosperous, misfortunes fell. The first, falling from the horse, died a favorite sister and in the middle of James Hannah, then the Father died in the flourish, and then four of his older brothers died one after another. The burden of worries about agricultural products, ships and factories belonging to the family, fell on James's shoulders along with the need to care about the well-being of the families of his late brothers - Kuper had twenty with excess nephews and nieces. Unfortunately, with more than giving the business talents of the Father's business talents, fate and nature were not generous in this regard to James. Economic failures, fires, unpaid loans, litigation with neighbors who quickly understood that the young cooper is not at all so being attributable as the old one, almost completely ruined the seven in just a couple of years. But with the help of the testing and relatives of his wife, James managed to correct the situation, and a little later, when they were adults of the older children from the brothers, he reliefly transferred to their management of the preserved family property.

In 1815, Coopers moved to Mamaronk (now it is a suburb of New York), in the house testing on Long Island, where James began his political activities, and in 1818 they build their own home in Scarsdale (another suburb of New York). In 1816, he becomes one of the founders of the American biblical society. This is a non-profit secular interfaith organization, which is still engaged in the publication and dissemination of the Bible around the world.

Now this is the largest similar organization in the world, one of the main assets of which is the largest in the world (inferior only to the Vatican) Collection of the Bibles of all times and peoples.

In 1818, Susan's mother died, Cooper's wife. She was very good and found consolation only in reading English novels, which from time to time was delivered to New York by the sea. The works of Walter Scott and Jane Osten enjoyed its special love. But often she had to read the novels Writers worse, and even empty one-day. Looking at the suffering of the beloved woman, Cooper decided to write a novel himself, who would comfort him. Susan never believed that James had enough patience to this. However, a loving husband was at the height. In November 1820, when James Kuperu had already exceeded the thirty, the New York Publishing House Andrew Thompson Gudrich Anonymously published his novel "Precautions". It was a family saga, quite successfully imitating the English writers of that time. I liked my wife. The edition did not bring the money to the Coupur, however, this work helped him discover a new productive field, for which his natural deposits could be useful - excellent narrator qualities, an analytical mind and the need for creativity.

James Cooper began writing, being an adult man with the prevailing views. This is what he wrote in 1822 in the journal "End Sintfik Recoser End Criticale Review": "A good prose, no matter how paradoxical it seems to appear to our natural love to truth, not to love for facts, genuine names and dates, and To the highest truth, which is the nature and main principle of the human mind. An interesting novel is addressed primarily to our moral polls, the feeling of justice and other principles and feelings that providence gave us, it is addressed to the human heart, which is one of all people. Writers should avoid such topics, religion or public problems, and focus on local moral and social characteristics that distinguish us, Americans, from other residents of the Earth. "

In his works, Cooper clearly and relentlessly follow these principles. He does not take on the functions of a political wrestler, especially since he has lost political illusions by that time. As a consistent humanist and a representative of the romantic direction in the literature, he takes a small private history and, telling it, shows us "moral and social characteristics" of all of America of that period.

An innate sense of justice, which James Cooper as a true gentleman was generously endowed, the natural humanism and the Christian conscience of this man made him a witness and a storyteller of one of the most terrible stories of human civilization.

In the US, there has been a discussion on whether the genocide was the destruction of American Indians with white European migrants. During the colonization for various reasons, various data was killed, from 15 to 100 million indigenous inhabitants of the continent. The immigrants poisoned the rivers, along which whole tribes lived, the forests burned out, the bison was burned - the main source of food for many tribes, and sometimes they fought the psam of Indian children at all. When the Indians tried to resist, they were declared with cruel savages.

Americans who are accustomed to consider themselves infallible is still difficult to recognize that the well-being of their current civilization is built on the blood and bones of millions of legitimate inhabitants who visited the continent to them, therefore, during the time when considering in Congress or in the Senate, they decide: the genocide was not .

Let us leave it on their conscience and turn to the best, according to critics, the novel James Phenimor Cooper "The Last Mogican", already the name of which paints the tragic picture of the disappearance of the whole people.

The main character of the novel is Natty Bampo, its other names are a falcony eye, a long carbine or leather stocking. Nattie - a hunter and beasts, a leaving of the lower classes of society, and in fact a hermit philosopher. He does not understand and does not accept the "advance of progress" and leaves it deeper and deeper from him in the subsidiary of the continent. As a genuine romantic hero, he draws his strength from nature, it is she who gives him the clarity of mind and moral confidence. This character, very loved by readers, passes through all Cooper's novels about the wild life.

This is what the American poet Richard is writes in his private letter to Kupeur: "Natti's mind who has not received Education, his simple secluded life, his simplicity in combination with delicacy inspired me admiration, connected with regret and anxiety. His image begins with such a high note that I was afraid if this note would be able to be a weathered to the end. One of my friends said: "I wanted to go to the forest with Nattie!".

Roman "The Last of Mogican" - about human relations: love, friendship, envy, enmity, betrayal. The history of the friendship of the White Hunter Natty Bampo and Chingachguk, the Indian from the extinct tribe of the Mogican, is the immortal creation of world literature. She is told against the background of the narrative of the seven-year war between the British and the French for possession of the parts of North America, which are located on the border of the current United States and the current French Canada.

Regarding the images of the Indians of Chingachguk and his son Unshas, \u200b\u200ba lot of disputes were conducted. During his political activities, Cooper often met with Indians. Among his acquaintances was Ongpatong, the Chief of the Omaha tribe, famous for his eloquence. Cooper accompanied him during a trip to Washington for speaking in the government. He knew Cooper and young Petaleskroo from the Powney tribe. "This young man could have been a hero of any civilized nation," Cooper spoke about him. The researchers believe that it is these people who became examples of Chingachguk and Unshas.

Modern Kupur critics reproached him for the idealization of the Indians. V. Parrington, a well-known American cultureologist, wrote: "Twilight - a mighty wizard, and Cooper succumbed to the magic of twilight lighting surrounding with a soft halo familiar to him past." Cupper answered that his description was not devoid of romance and poeticity, as she applies to the novel, but he did not retreat from the truth of life.

And we agree with the author, we see that, despite the desire to make the plot exciting and dynamic, Cooper-realist takes the top over the cooper-romantic. The coming death of the civilization of the American Indians is the reality in which his characters live and die and die.

Extremely delicately and chastely tells the author of the love of the daughter of the English colonel and the son of the Indian leader. Basic, but unusually poetic smears, Cooper paints this story. Some researchers saw in the love and death of Unshasa and the cortex deep symbolism. The bark, partly Afrikanka, and UNKAS, red, have no future in America, they are victims of disgusting, unacceptable for the cooper of the phenomena of American life - slavery and extermination of the Indians.

Perhaps this is what is the main idea of \u200b\u200bthe novel, the author of which with deep pessimism looked at what was happening in his native country.

At the beginning of the twenties of the XIX century, American journalist Margaret Fuller wrote: "We use the language of England and with this speech stream absorb and the influence of its ideas alien to us and destroying for us." And the London "New Monthly" wrote: "To talk about American literature, it means to talk about something that does not exist."

James Fenimore Cooper was one of those who changed this position of things. At the end of the life of Cooper, the famous historian of Literature Francis Parkman wrote: "From all American writers, Cooper is the most original and most typical national ... His books are a truthful mirror of the coarse Atlantic nature, which seems strange and new European eye. Sea and forest - scenes of the most outstanding achievements of his fellow citizens. They live and operate on the pages of his books with all the energy and truthfulness of genuine life. "

Akulina Parfenova

The last of the Mogican, or the narrative of 1757

Chapter I.

I am open news
And heart prepared.
Tell me there, even if it becomes bitterly:
Delivered the kingdom?

W. Shakespeare1
Poetic epigraphs in E. Petrushevsky.

Maybe on all the huge tract of the border, which separated the ownership of the French from the territory of the English colonies of North America, there are no more eloquent monuments of cruel and fierce wars 1755-1763 1
…brutal and fierce wars 1755-1763... - In these years, England and France led each other colonial wars in North America, in the Caribbean, in India and Africa, which was the basis for calling this period in the First World War. The war behind the northeastern part of the current United States and the southeast part of the current Canada, named as seven-year or Franco-Indian, the British led against the French royal troops and allied with them of the Indian tribes. In fact, the war ended in 1760 by the British Montreal and the end of the French presence in North America. The entire territory of Canada moved to the power of England. The Paris Mirny Treaty put the legal end of this war in 1763.

Than in the area underlying at the sources of Hudson and near the neighboring lakes with them.

This area was presented to the movement of troops such conveniences that they could not be neglected.

Waterchard Shamplane 2
Waterchard Shamplane... - Shamplain - freshwater lake, about 200 kilometers long, located in the state of New York, Vermont (USA) and Quebec Province (Canada). It is famous for the legendary monster of Champa inhabiting it in it.

Stretched from Canada and deeply went to the colony of New York; As a result, the Shamplane lake served as the most convenient way of communication, according to which the French could sail up to half the distance separating them from the enemy.

Near the southern edge of the Shamplain lake with him mercine-clear waters of Lake Horikan - Saint Lake.

The holy lake wriggles between countless islands, and it is tested by low coastal mountains. Bend, it stretches far to the south, where he rests on the plateau. From this point began a multi-family wolf 3
…multi-family wolf.... - The wolf - pass in the upper reaches of the rivers of various pools, comes from the word "drag," (drag). Through the wolbs dragged the ships with a dry path - wolf.

Which led the traveler to the shore of Hudzon; Here swimming on the river became convenient, since the flow is free from the thresholds.

Fulfilling their warlike plans, the French tried to penetrate the most remote and inaccessible gorges of Allegian Mountains 4
... Inaccessible Gorge Allegian Mountains... - Allegans - Mountains in the Appalach system, the eastern part of the plateau of the same name. Located on the territory of the current states of Virginia, West Virginia, Maryland and Pennsylvania (USA).

And they drew attention to the natural advantages of the region just described by us. Indeed, she soon turned into a bloody arena of numerous battles, which the warring parties hoped to resolve the issue of possession of the colonies.

Here, in the most important points, towering over the surrounding ways, the fortresses grew up; They took possession of that one, then the other enemy side; They were broken, they were rebuilt again, depending on whether the banner was rejected over the fortress.

Although this hectic edge did not know the peaceful crafts, his forests were often revived by the presence of a person.

Under the canopy of the branches and in the valleys, the sounds of marches were heard, and the echo in the mountains repeated the laughter, then screaming many and many carefree young bravers, who in the flourish of their forces were in a hurry to plunge into a deep sleep for a long night of oblivion.

It is on this arena that the events that we will try to tell were deployed. Our narration refers to the time of the third year of the war between France and England, who fought for power over the country, which was not destined to keep neither the other side in their hands 5
…above the country that was not destined to keep neither the other side in their hands... - The lands for which the war described in the novel was not as the property of England, nor the property of France. This territory became the property of the United States of America, the state that received complete independence from England in 1776, during the lifetime of Natty Bampo, the main character of the novel.

The stupidity of the warlords abroad and the destructive inactivity of advisers at the courtyard were deprived of the UK of the proud prestige, which was conquered by the talent and the courage of her former warriors and statesmen. The english troops were broken down by the hands of the French and Indians; This unexpected defeat was deprived of the protection of B? The rest of the border. And after valid disasters, many imaginary, imagined hazards have grown. In every gust of the wind, coming from infinite forests, wild cries and the sinister of the Indians were frightened to the settlers.

Therefore, when in the English fortress, towering in the southern part of the plateau between the Hudson and lakes, the news came about the appearance of the moncalma marquis 6
…about the appearance of the moncalma marquis... - Louis Joseph de Moncalm-Gozon, Marquis de Saint-Veran (February 28, 1712, France - September 14, 1759, Quebec), - French military leader, commander of French troops in North America during a seven-year war. In 1756, he was appointed commander of the French troops in North America. During the first years of the Franco-Indian war, a number of successful combat operations against the British troops conducted a number of successful combat operations, in particular in 1756 he captured and destroyed Fort Osusigo on the banks of the Ontario River, refusing the British in the honored surrender due to insufficient courage, manifested with English soldiers. In 1757, he won a major military victory, capturing Fort William Henry in the southern tip of Lake George. In 1758, the head of the British forces in the battle for Fort Carillon, which showed high professionalism and outstanding leadership qualities. At the end of the war, he was led by the defense of Quebec. On September 13, 1759, he was mortally wounded in an unsuccessful battle for him on the Plain Abraham, who provided the military victory of the British in the war behind the North American colonies. For disappointing forecasts, doctors calmly replied: "The better. I am happy that I will not see Quebec's capitulation. " He died on September 14, 1759 in the field hospital on the banks of the St. Charlza River near Quebec.

And sucking the chatters added that this general moves with a detachment, "in which the soldiers that leaves in the forest", the terrible message was made rather with a cowardly humility than with harsh satisfaction, which would have to feel a warrior, who had found the enemy. The message about the occurrence of Moncalma came to the height of the summer; I was brought by Indian at that time when the day was already leaning in the evening. Together with the terrible news, the munro conveyed to the commander of the camp of Munro, the commandant of one of the forts on the shores of the Holy Lake, immediately send him a strong reinforcement. The distance between the Fort and the fortress, which a resident of the forests passed within two hours, a military detachment with his welfare could cover between the sunrise and sunset. One of these fortifications, the faithful supporters of the English crown called the Fort of William Henry, and the other - Fort Edward, named by the Royal Family princes. Wetran-Scot Munro commanded Fort William Henry. It stood one of the regular regiments and a small detachment of colonists-volunteers; It was a garrison, too small to combat the approachable forces of Moncalma.

The position of Commandant in the second fortress was held by General Webb; Under his command was the royal army of more than five thousand people. If Webb connected all his scattered in various places in various places, he could put forward twice the enemy than the soldier than the enterprising Frenchman, who dared to leave so far from his replenishment with the army not much more than the British.

However, the English generals and their subordinates were frightened by failures preferred to wait in their fortress the approach of the Terrible enemy, not at risk of going to meet Moncalma to surpass the successful performance of the French at Duchensky Fort 7
…successful performance of the French in Duchensky Fort... - Battle for Fort Duke? N - Battle, held between the Allied Franco Indies and British troops under the Fort Duken in North America on September 15, 1758, during the Franco-Indian War. The battle was the result of unsuccessful intelligence of the English troops under the command of General John Forbes in the vicinity of French Fort Duken. Ended the victory of the Franco-Indian side.

Give the battle enemy and stop it.

According to the order given the night before, the deep sleep of the soldier was disturbed by a deafening rumble of the drums, the rolling echo of which was far away in the wet morning air, gulko gulp in every forest corner; He was engaged in the day, the cloudless sky was light in the east, and the outlines of high ridiculous pines performed on it everything is more distinct and sharper. A minute later, life was boiled in the camp: even the most negligent soldier and he rose to his feet to see the performance of the squad and, together with the comrades, survive the unrest of this minute. Non-flat fees of the protruding squad ended soon. Soldiers built in combat units. Royal mercenaries 8
Royal mercenaries... - European, in particular German, Hessian, mercenaries took part in the seven-year war on the side of the British.

Conquered on the right flank; More modest volunteers, from among the settlers, submissively occupied places on the left.

Scouts performed. A strong convoy accompanied carts with hiking equipment; And before the first rays of the sun peashed the gray morning, the column was tried on the road. Leaving the camp, the column had a formidable, warlike view; This species should have drowned the vague fears of many recruits, who had to withstand the first tests in battles. The soldiers went past their delighted comrades with proud and brave expression on the faces. But gradually the sounds of military music began to shut up in the distance and finally completely frozen. The forest closed, hiding the detachment from his eyes.

Now the wind did not bother even the most loud, piercing sounds left in the camp; The last warrior disappeared into the forest more often.

Nevertheless, judging by what happened in front of the largest and most convenient of the officer barracks, someone was still preparing to move. Before the webcam house was somewhat gorgeous saddled horses; Two of them, obviously, were intended for women of high rank, which were not often met in these forests. In the middle of the third, officer pistols were conquered 9
…officer pistols. - Pistols for hostilities British officers acquired on their own funds. At the time of the Franco-Indian war, pistols were used with a shock-flock type of the castle. These pistols were single-charged, after each shot it was necessary to pour gunpowder on the shelf. The most famous Master for the production of pistols in England was at this time William Brander.

The rest of the horses, judging by the simplicity of the bridles and the saddle and attached to the brothers, belonged to the lower ranks. Indeed, quite already ready for departure ordinary, obviously, we were waiting for only the orders of the chief to jump in the saddle. At the respectful distance stood a group of celebratory spectators; Some of them admired the clean rock of the officer horse, others with blunt curiosity watched the departures to departure.

However, among the audience there was one person, the manners and the posture of which allocated him from among others. His figure was not distretary, and meanwhile seemed to be unwound. When this man stood, he was higher than the rest of the people; But sitting he seemed not larger than his fellow. His head was too large, the shoulders are too narrow, the hands are long, clumsy, with small, elegant brushes. Khudoba his extraordinary long legs reached the extreme; The knees were exorbitantly fat. Strange, even a ridiculous cruise of an eccentric emphasized the incompleteness of his figure. The low collar of the heavenly blue Camcol did not cover it at all his long thin neck; Short caftana floors allowed mockery to rush over his thin legs. Yellow narrow nanny trousers reached knees; Here they were intercepted by large white bows, incented and dirty. Gray stockings and shoes completed the costume of the clumsy eccentric. On one of his shoe, a spur of false silver was conquered. From the volume pocket of the vest, strongly evaporated and decorated with blackened silver galoon, peeking a unknown tool, which among this military environment could be mistaken for a kind of mysterious and incomprehensible instrument of war. High triangular hat, like those who thirty years ago wearing pastors, crowned the head of the eccentric and gave a respectable appearance to the good-natured features of the face of this person.

Last of Mogic

James Cooper

James Fenimore Cooper - Master of the Historical Adventure Roman, a classic of children's literature, which became known for the cycle of novels from American life. He one of the first to be described by the life of American Aboriginal-Indians involved in military conflicts of European civilization, their colorful customs and morals. His most famous novel - "The last of the Mogican" - tells about the events of the French-Indian war, about fearless Indians, about their dedicated struggle and the heroic death under the onslaught of "civilization".

James Fenimor Cooper

Last of Mogic

Ready to know the worst

And terrible that you could bring me,

Ready to hear painful news.

Answer more - kingdom died?!

Shakespeare

Near the southern edge of Lake Shamplane with him merge crystally clear waters of Horikhan - St. Lake.

Although this hectic edge did not know the peaceful crafts, his forests were often revived by the presence of a person.

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coolingly, leisurely, although strict features and anxious look clearly said that the terrible struggle in the forests is not particularly pleased with his heart.

Scouts performed. A strong convoy accompanied the carts with hiking equipment, and, before the first rays of the sun penetrated the gray morning, the column was tried on the path. Leaving the camp, the column had a formidable, warlike view; This species should have drowned the vague fears of many recruits, who had to withstand the first tests in battles. The soldiers walked past their delighted comrades with proud and militant expression. But gradually the sounds of military music began to silence in the distance and finally completely frozen. The forest closed, hiding the detachment from his eyes. Now the wind did not bother even the most loud, piercing sounds in the camp, the last warrior disappeared into the forest more often.

Nevertheless, judging by what was done in front of the largest and most convenient of the officer barracks, someone was still preparing to move. Before the webcam house was somewhat gorgeous saddled horses; Two of them, obviously, were intended for women of high rank, which were not often met in these forests. In the middle of the third, officer pistols were concerned. The rest of the horses, judging by the simplicity of the bridles and the saddle and attached to the brothers, belonged to the lower ranks. Indeed, quite already ready for departure ordinary, obviously, we were waiting for only the orders of the chief to jump in the saddle. At the respectful distance, there were groups of celebratory viewers: some of them admired the clean rock of the officer horse, others with stupid curiosity followed the preparations for departure.

However, among the audience there was one person, the manners and the posture of which allocated him from among others. His figure was not distretary, and meanwhile seemed to be unwound. When this man was standing, he was higher than the rest of the people, but he was sitting out no more than his fellow. His head was too large, the shoulders are too narrow, the hands are long, clumsy, with small, elegant brushes. The thinness of his extraordinary long legs reached the extreme, knees were exorbitantly fat. Strange, even a ridiculous costume of the crank emphasized the insightness of his figure. The low collar of the sky-blue Camcole did not cover it at all the long, thin neck, short floors of the cafetan allowed mockery to rush over his thin, long legs. Yellow narrow nanny pants reached the knees, here they were intercepted by large white bows, incented and dirty. Gray stockings and shoes completed the costume of clumsy figures. At one shoe, the eccentric was blocked by a spur of overhead silver. From the ranked pocket of his vest, strongly evaporated and decorated with blackened silver haunas, peeking a unknown tool, which among this military environment could be mistaken for a kind of mysterious and incomprehensible weapon of war. High triangular hat, like those who thirty years ago wearing pastors, crowned the head of the eccentric and gave a respectable appearance to the good-natured features of the face of this person.

The ordinary group held at a respectful distance from the website of Webb; But the figure, which we just described, boldly intervened in the crowd of general servants. A strange person looked at the horses, one praised, and scorched.

- this bit is not homegrown, it was probably discharged from abroad ... Maybe even from the island lying far away, behind the blue seas, "he said to his voice that was hit by his benevolent softness, as he surprised her The figure is your unusual proportions. - I will say without boasting: I can safely argue about such things. After all, I visited both harbors: and in the one that is located at the mouth of the Thames and is called the name of the capital of old England, and in the one that he is just a New Haven - a new harbor. I saw a brigantine and barky collected animals, for sure for the ark, and sent them to the island of Jamaica; There these four-legged were sold or treated. But I never drank such a horse. How is this in the Bible? "He impatiently digs the valley's land with the hooves and rejoices with his strength; He rushes towards the warriors. Among the tube sounds, he exclaims: "Ha, Xa!" He published a fleet of the battle and hears the military cry. " It is an ancient blood, is it not true, friend?

Without receiving an answer to his such an unusual appeal, which was expressed with such a complete and powerful voice, which deserved some attention, he turned to a silently standing person, his involuntary listener, and a new one, even more worthy admiration appeared before the eye of the eccentric. He was surprised to look at the stationary, straight and slim figure of an Indian-Spear, who brought sadness to the camp.

Although Indian stood exactly the stone and, it seemed, did not pay the slightest attention to the noise and the revival that was reigning around, the features of his calm face at the same time expressed a sullen ferocity, which would certainly attract attention and more experienced observer, than who I looked at it now with undisguised surprise. Indian was armed with tomahawk and knife, and meanwhile it was not similar to the Racent Warrior. On the contrary, in all his appearance, negligence, which happened, perhaps from some big recent tension, from which he had not had time to recover. On the harsh face of the native, the military colors broke up, and from this its dark features involuntarily looked even more wildly and repulsively than in skilled patterns induced to intimid enemies. Only his eyes, sparkling, as if bright stars between clouds, burned wild malice. Only for one instant the gloomy look of the fourth stop caught the surprised expression of the eyes of the observer and immediately, partly from the tricks, partly from neglect, turned to the other side, somewhere far away in the space.

Suddenly the servants were drowned, tender women's voices were heard, and all this announced the approach of those who were expected to move all Cavalcada. A man who focused on the guard of the officer suddenly retreated to his own low-spirited horsepie with tied tail,

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which poked dry grass; One elbow he is leaned with a woolen blanket, which replaced his saddle, and began to follow the departing. At this time, from the opposite side, the foal approached him to him and began to fall into her milk.

The young man in the officer uniform led the horses of two girls who, judging by their costumes, prepared to a tedious wander through the forests.

Suddenly the wind threw back a long green veil attached to the hat of that of them, which seemed to be the younger (although they were both very young); From under the veils seemed a dazzling white face, golden hair, shiny blue eyes. Gentle paints of the sky, still poured over pines, were not so bright and beautiful as the blush her cheeks; The beginning the day was not so bright as her lively smile, which she awarded a young man who helped her sit in the saddle.

The officer reacted with the same attention to the second horseman, whose face carefully hid a veil. She seemed older than sisters and was a little more complete.

As soon as the girls sat on the horses, the young man easily jumped into the saddle. All three bowed to General Webba, who came to the porch to spend the travelers, turned horses and moved a little trot to the northern leaving of the camp. Several lower ranks went after them. While the departments crossed the space that separated them from a large road, none of them say no word, only the youngest of the horsemen screamed slightly when the Indian-Skoroshos suddenly slipped and a quick light move along a military road. Senior of the sisters, with the appearance of an Indian-Spear, did not rub any sound. From surprise, she released the folds of the veil, and her face was opened. Regret, admiration and horror flashed in her features. The hair of this girl was the colors of the Voronov wing. Bright colors played on a frightened face, although it did not have the slightest shada of vulgarity. Her features differed fineness, nobility and amazing beauty. As if regretting about his forgetfulness, she smiled, shone a number of smooth teeth, whose whiteness could compete with the best ivory.

Then, by adjusting the veil, she lowered her head and continued his way in silence, like a person whose thoughts were far from around.

Oh-la! Oh-la! Where are you? Oh-la!

Shakespeare. "The Merchant of Venice"

While one of two charming girls, whom we flew to the reader so fleeing, was absorbed by their own thoughts, the youngest, quickly recovering from instant frightened, laughed at her fear and told the officer who was driving next to her:

- Tell me, Duncan, such ghosts are often found in the local forests or was this idea organized in our honor? If so, then we must be grateful, but otherwise we will need all our courage, before we meet with a terrible moncalm.

"This Indian-Skoroshod at our squad and, according to the concepts of his tribe, hero," said a young officer. - He volunteered to take us to the lake along a little-known path, which strongly reduces the path. Thanks to this, we will be in place rather than following our detachment.

"I don't like him," the girl replied and shuddered, although she was really scary. - Do you know him well, Duncan? After all, otherwise you, of course, would not trust him.

- Rather, I would not have trusted you, Alice. I know this Indian, otherwise I would not choose his conductor, especially in this minute. They say, Magua is a native of Canada, and meanwhile serves our friends to wipers, which, as you know, belong to the number of six Allied tribes. I was told that he came here for some strange chance that had attracted to your father. It seems that the general brutally entered with this Indian ... However, I forgot this loving chatter. It is enough that now he is our friend.

"If he was the enemy of my father, the worse for us," the girl noticed, alarmed not for a joke. - Major Hayward, please speak with him, I want to hear the sound of his voice. Maybe it's stupid, but I always judge a person in his voice.

"If I am talking to him, this is, in all likelihood, will not behave anything," Hayward said. - He will answer me with any single exclamation. It seems to me that Magua understands in English, but pretends that he does not know our tongue. In addition, he is unlikely to wish to lead a conversation with me now, when wartime requires him holy obstacle the advantage of the warrior ... But see our conductor stopped. Obviously, the path begins, on which we will have to collapse.

Duncan was right. When the riders arrived at the Indian who stood motionlessly, pointing to the thickets of bushes, fought by a military road, they saw the path, so narrow that it was possible to go only by the Gusk.

"We have to turn on this track," Hayward said in a whisper. - Do not express any fears, you will not have exactly the danger that is afraid.

- Bark, what do you think, is not safer to go with the detachment? - asked the sister of the ceremony of Alice. - Although it will be more tiring ...

"Alice, you do not know the customs and habits of savages, and therefore do not understand what cases should be afraid," Hayward said. - If the enemy has already reached the Volol, which is completely incredible, since our intelligence officers would bring us about it, it would be obviously surrounding our squad, hoping to get more scalp. The detachment path is known to everyone, our track is still a secret, as we decided to go through it just an hour ago.

- Do we should not believe this person just because his movements and habits are not like our, and the color of his face is darker white skin? - Coldly asked the bark.

Alice stopped fluctuating; She hit the whip of his narraganzet, the first pumped the branches and drove after the height of the dark narrow forest path. Hayward with admiration looked at Craer; He did not even notice that her blonde companion alone deepened in the thicket. The servants obeying the approval received in advance did not follow them, and moved along the detachment. Heiovord explained to the girls that it was made of caution, on the advice of their cunning conductor: Indian wished to reduce the number of traces in case, if the intelligence breeding tribes were born here. The thorny trail did not have a conversation; Soon, the travelers have passed a wide logging of a thick forest and found themselves under dark crops of large trees. The road has become more convenient; The sword, who has noticed that young riders now better manage their horses, added a step, and the Korean with Alice had to be used by narraganzets internally. Hayward turned around to say something in black-eyed cortex, but at that moment there was a distant sound of hooves, knocking on the roots on the path. It made a young man stop her horse. The bark and Alice also pulled the reins. All three wanted to know what's the matter.

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for a few moments, they saw a foal, which, exactly deer, carried between pine trunks; Following him, an awkward figure appeared, described by us in the previous chapter. The clumsy stranger approaches at all speed, which only his skinny horse was capable. Until this moment, this figure was out of sight of travelers. If he usually attracted curious his high growth, his "Grace" as a rider deserved even more attention. That and the case of one foot he knocked his klyach, but he just had the fact that her hind legs went with a light gallop, while the front did some uncertain, constantly changed movements similar to the lame lynx. A frequent change of lynx gallop has created an optical deception, as a result of which it seemed that the horse was moving faster than it was actually; In any case, the expert of Hayward horses could not solve, which allyr was moving a poor animal, customized by the spur of the persistent rider.

All movements both riders and the horse were unusual. With each step of the horse, the stranger was lifted in the stirrups and, it was too straightening, it was unresarison of the legs, suddenly grown, and then bent so much that no one could judge his growth. If it is added to this that under the action of his spurs, one side of the horse seemed to be fled rather than the other, and the movements of her rude tail indifferently pointed out that she suffers from spurs from spurs, we would blow the image of Klyachi and her rider.

Wrinkles, who fell on the beautiful, open, courageous forehead, Hevord, were gradually smoothed, and he smiled slightly. Alice did not hold back laughter. And even in the dark thoughtful eyes of the bark glittered smile.

- Do you want to see some of us? - Duncan asked when a strange rider drove up and delayed a horse. - I hope you did not bring us bad news?

- That's it precisely, - replied a stranger, waving his triangular hat to bring in motion of the silent forest air, and providing listeners to decide which part of his remark about the question. However, refreshing his faded face and having twisted, Chudak added: - They say you are traveling to Fort William Henry. I am going back there, and therefore I decided that we all deliver the pleasure of doing this move in a pleasant society.

"You seem to assign themselves the right of a decisive voice," Heiovord objected. - But we are three, you just consulted with one year old.

- That's it. The most important thing is to find out your own desires, and when it is already known, it remains only to fulfill its intention. So I caught up with you.

"If you are going to the lake, you were mistaken dear," Duncan said arrogantly. "The big road remained at least half ailed behind you."

- That's it, - answered a strange rider, Nimalo is not embarrassed by cold welcome. - I lived just a week in Edward and would not ask, on what road I need to go, only if he had ever, and I would die for my profession chosen. - He slightly giggled, like modesty did not allow him to openly admire his wit, which was completely unclear to listeners, and then continued: - on the part of a person my profession is careless too easier to stay with people whom he should teach; Here is the reason why I did not go after the detachment. In addition, I believe that such a gentleman, as you, of course, can be better than any other travelers. This consideration made me join your society. And finally, with you I will be more fun to go: we can talk.

- What a unauthorized and rapid decision! - I exclaimed the Hayward, not knowing whether to give will with an irritation or get into the face of a stranger. - But you are talking about teachings and profession. Who you are? Isn't the teacher who teaching the noble science of charges and protection? Or are you one of those who are always drawn straight lines and angles, saying as if they are engaged in mathematics?

A stranger looked at Hevorda with an obvious surprise, then without complacency, on the contrary, with the greatest and solemn humility answered:

- I hope that no accusations are we talking about; I don't think about protection, because, according to the grace of God, I have not committed any great sin. I did not understand your hint on the line and corners; I am granted to your neighbor learning how to make this holy case. I only present the psalming on the luminous art of the Psalm, to the ability to take praise and sall climb.

"This is obviously a student of Apollo," Alice exclaimed, "and I accept him under my special patronage! .. Fully, Hayward, stop frowning. Imagine that my rumor crares out gentle sounds, and let this crank stay with us. In addition, she added, hurriedly and schos looking at the ahead of their Cora, who slowly drove after a gloomy indian, - in case of need, we will have an extra friend and ally.

- Is Alice, do you think that I would have decided on this unfamiliar path of those who love if I could assume that some danger awaits us?

- No, no, I do not think. But this strange person amuses me, and if the music really sounds in his soul, we will not rush to repel it.

She mandulantly pointed a whip on the road. Heiovord met her eyes with Alice and wanted to extend this look, but, submitting the will of the girl, the horse spurred and after a few jumps found himself next to the bark.

Alice was called to himself a stranger and launched her narraganagon lightly internally.

"I'm glad I met you, my friend." Prissual relatives argue that I am a thumbnail by performing duets, she said jokingly. - So we could brighten the journey, indulging in our beloved art. In addition, it would be nice to hear the opinion of the maestro about my voice.

"Indeed, the psalm plant refreshes the spirit and body," the stranger replied, driving up to Alice, "and, of course, as nothing in the world soothes an agitated soul." However, for complete harmony, four voices are needed. Obviously, you have a pleasant, rich soprano; I, with a well-known effort, I can take the highest tenor notes. But we lack contralto and bass. Of course, the officer of the royal army, so long did not want to take me to his society, could sing a bass party ... Judging by the tones that sounded in his conversation, he had a bass.

- Do not judge rashly on external signs: they are deceptive, - smiling, led a young girl. "True, Major Hayivord sometimes speaks at low notes, but believe me, his ordinary voice is much closer to a sweet tenor than to the bass you heard.

- How much did he exercise in the art of the psalm? - asked Alice her simple interlocutor.

Alice was inclined to laugh, but she managed to suppress the attack of fun, and she replied:

- It seems to me that Hayward gives preference to secular songs. The conditions of soldier's life have little to power exercises.

- a frantic voice, like all other talents, is given to a person in order for him to use it for his neighbors and did not abuse them. No one can reproach me in the fact that I gave my talent in the wrong direction.

- You only do

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spiritual singing?

- That's it. As David's Psalms exceed all the other poetic works and melodies, which they are transferred, are above all secular songs. Wherever I stay, for whatever the countries traveled - neither during sleep, or in the moments of vigilant, I do not part with my favorite book, published in Boston in 1744, under the title "Psalms, hymns and sacred songs of the Old and New Testament, Translated by English verses for the teachings and conscientation of truly believers in public and private life, mainly in New England. "

With these words, the Chudak took a book from his pocket and, putting glasses on the nose in the iron rim, opened a tomik with caution and respect, which requires treatment with sacred objects. Then, without further reasoning and explanations, he invested in his mouth some strange tool. I heard a shrill, high sound. Following that the Psalmopevets took the voice of the octava below and finally signed. Delicate tender, melodic sounds; Even a restless movement of a horse did not prevent singing.

Oh how glad it is -

Live in fraternity and work

As if incense

Teach on the beard!

Psalmopevets all the time beat off his right hand. Omitting her, he slightly concerned the pages of the book; Raising, waving it with special art. His hand did not stop moving until the last sound stopped.

Silence of the forest was broken. Magua turned to Duncan and muttered a few words at broken English, and Hayward, in turn, spoke with a stranger, interrupting his musical exercises:

- Now, apparently, no danger is foreseen, but still for easy caution we should go without noise. I will have to, Alice, deprive you of pleasure and ask for this gentleman to postpone singing to more favorable time.

"Indeed, you deprive me of great pleasure," the girl answered with a lucova smile. - Right, I have never happened to hear so that so superbly sang so meaningless words! I was already going to ask our satellite about the causes of such a strange discrepancy, but your thunder bass, Duncan, interrupted the thread of my reflection.

- I do not understand why you call my voice with a bully bass? - Hayward said, slightly offended by her words. - I know only one thing: that the safety of your and the bark is rave incomparably more than all the music of Handele.

The young officer fell silent and looked in the direction of the child, then I looked suspiciously at Magua, who was still calm and calmly. Seeing this, the young man smiled at his own alarms: Didn't he adopted the glare of the light on some brilliant forest berries for the last minute pupils attached to the foliage of the Indian! Now Major rode calmly, continuing the conversation interrupted by flashed in his mind fears.

But Hayward made a great mistake by allowing his youthful pride to drown out the voice of caution.

As soon as the satellites passed a few steps, as the branches of the bushes carefully and silently spread out and the fierce face was looking out in a formidable combat coloring.

An evil celebration lit up dark features of a forest in a glance, a small carefree detachment look. Lightweight and graceful sunssets were disappeared, they appeared among the branches; The brave major was moving behind them on his excellent horse, and behind everyone - an awkward psalm operator. Finally, his figure disappeared among the dark trunks of the deaf forest.

And earlier here the battle carpet

Holded and obese Niv.

The wall stood a dense boron,

And stormy rivers thundered spill,

And the stream rushes, and sang a stream,

And beat the fountain in the shadow of the branches.

We will provide anything suspected Hevord and his gullible satellites to delve into the dense forest, inhabited by treacherous residents, and, using their copyright, we will transfer the place of our story a few miles to the west of the place where we saw them the last time.

On this day, two people were sitting on the shore of a small, but very fast stream that flowed at a distance of one hour of the way from the Webb camp. Apparently, they were waiting for a person's appearance or some events. The mighty wall of the forest reached the very coast of the river; The branches of thick trees were quenched to the water, throwing a dark shadow on her. The sun was no longer burned with such a force, daily heat, and cool evaporation of streams and the keys of light haze were hung in the air. Incommunicable silence, who reigned in this forest corner, was interrupted at the time of the lazy tapping of Dyatla, a sharp cry of a motley coach or a deaf-monotonous hum of a remote waterfall, a donkey wind.

But these weak scraps of sounds were well acquainted to residents of forests and did not distract their attention from conversation. The red color of the skin of one of the interlocutors and his clothes denounced the Indian soldier in it. The tanned face of another, dressed, too, in a very simple and coarse dress, was much lighter, he seemed undoubtedly descendant of European immigrants.

The Redhead was sitting on the edge of a mossy log and calm, but expressive hands emphasized his words. His almost naked body was a terrible death emblem: it was painted with black and white paints, which gave the sight of the skeleton. On the shaved head of the Indian there was only one strand of the hair, only an eagle feather, descending on the left shoulder, was decorated. Because of the belt, Tomahawk and a scalp-knife knife were seen. On the muscular knee casually lay a short soldier's gun, one of those whom the British armed their redhead allies.

Everything in this warrior is a wide chest, a wonderful physique and proud posture - proved that he had reached the full heyday, but did not begin to approach old age.

Judging by the white figure, it was possible to say that he from the earliest youth met with deprivation and adversities. He was a muscist, rather thin, than a thick, every intense nerve and a steel muscle of his bodies said that the life of this man was exposed to indifferent risk and took place in serious work; Its clothing consisted of a green hunting shirt, bordered yellow fringe; The head covered the summer leather hat.

Behind the hunter's belt was a knife, but he had no tomament. According to the custom of red, his moccasins decorated with a motley finish, leather pants were laced on the sides, and above the knees are tied with reindeer veins. Leather bag and rogue with gunpowdered its equipment; The stem of the neighboring tree was his very long rifle. In small eyes of this hunter or scout, liveliness, insight and mind glow. During the conversation, he looked around, whether he was looking for game, whether the hidden attack was afraid. Despite the usual suspicion, his face seemed not only intense, but at that moment the speech was filled with impeccable honesty.

"Traditions of your tribe, Chingachguk, say that I am right," he said.

The conversation was conducted on Tom Naschai, which was familiar to all the natives who occupied the area between Hudson and Potomac, and we will only give a free translation for the convenience of the reader,

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"Your fathers came from the country of the setting sun, crossed over the big river, fought with the locals and searched them with the lands. My ancestors came from the Red Morning Dawn, overwhelmed through the salty lake and entered the same way as your heights. We will not argue about this and spend the words.

"My forefathers fought with naked red people," Indian replied severely in the same language. - Tell me, falconry, don't you see the difference between the arrow with the stone edge and the lead bullet, which you bring death?

- Nature gave the Indian red skin, but he has a mind, "said White, shaking his head, like a person for whom this appeal to justice was not wasted. For a moment it seemed that only weak evidence had occurred to him, but then, he gathered his thoughts, he answered his opponent's objection to the best way, as far as his meager knowledge was allowed. - I was unacceptable and did not hide it, however, judging by the fact that I saw during the hunting on deer and squirrel, it seems to me that the gun in my grandfather's hands was less dangerous than the onions and good silicon booster that he sent to the target Physical eye of the Indian.

"All this you heard from your fathers," the Redhead replied coldly, waving his hand. - But what do your old people say? Do they say to the warriors that the palenoles were greeted by red in a military coloring, with stone axes and wooden guns in their hands?

"I have no addiction, I do not brag the benefits of my birth, although my worst enemy is Makus - I will not dare to deny that I am a purebred white," answered the hunter, looking at his darkened, staring, bony hand with secret satisfaction. - But I willingly confess that we are not approve of many and very many actions of my compatriots. One of the customs of these people is to enter the books all that they saw or did, instead of talking about everything in settlements, where every lie of the cowardly Bouncen will be immediately discovered, and the brave soldier will be able to call on the witnesses with his own truthful words of his own comrades. And therefore many do not recognize anything about the real affairs of their fathers and will not try to surpass them. As for me, in handling a gun I have inborn abilities, and this is probably transmitted from generation to generation, for, as our sacred commandments say, good and bad inheritant. However, I would not want to answer for others. Every story can be viewed from two sides. Tell me, Chingachguk, what are the legends of red-friendly about the first meeting of your grandfathers with my?

Silence has come. Indian did not say a word for a long time; Finally, the full consciousness of the importance of what he will say, he began a story, and in his tone sounded solemn sincerity:

- Listen, falconed eyes, and your ears will not perceive lies! That's what my fathers spoke, that's what Mogican did! We came from there, where the sun is hiding for the immense plains in the evening, on which the herd of Bizonov graze, and moved to the Great River. Here we entered the fight against alliges and beat until the Earth blushed from their blood. We did not meet anyone from the shores of the Great River to Solen Lake, only some Makuasi had followed us. We said our whole edge. We courageously won this edge and guarded him as strong and bold men. We were driven by macasov in the forests full of bears, and they mined salt for themselves only from the pit of dry salted sources. These dogs did not catch any fish from the Great Lake, and we threw them some bones ...

"I already heard about all this and I believe everything," said a white hunter, seeing that Indian fell silent. "But everything you tell about, which happened long before that time when the British came.

- Then pines grew there, where chestnuts are rising. The first palenitsy, who came to us, said not in English. They sailed in a big cake. It happened in those days when my fathers, together with all the surrounding tribes, buried their tomahawk. And then ... - said Chingachguk, and deep excitement was expressed only in tone of his voice, - then, a falcon-eye, we constituted one people. We were happy! Salted lake gave us fish, forests - deer, air - birds. We had wives who brought us children. We worshiped the Great Spirit, and Makuasi were afraid of our victorious songs ...

- Do you know what was at that time with your ancestors? - asked white. - It should be, they were brave, honest warriors and, sitting in the councils around the fires, gave tribesmen wise instructions.

"My tribe is the great-grandfather of the peoples, but in my veins there is not a drop of mixed blood, in them the blood of the leader is clean, noble blood, and such it will remain forever. Dutch landed on our shores. White gave my forefathers with fiery water; They began to drink it; They drank with greed, drank until they were imagined, as if the earth merged with heaven. And they decided that they saw the Great Spirit finally. Then my fathers had to part with their homeland. Step by step, they were pushed out of their favorite shores. And now I, the leader and Sagamor Indians, see the rays of the sun Only through the foliage of the trees and can never approach the graves of my places.

- The graves inspire a reverent thrill, "said the intestinal source, touched by the noble and restrained sadness of Chingachguk - and they often help a person in his good endeavors; True, as for me, I would like my bones to be able to feel in the forests or were refused to the pieces of wolves. But tell me where the representatives of your family live, the descendants of people who came to the maternity land a lot of spring back?

- Answer me, where did you disappear, where the flowers have been hidden for long summer days? They fell, shoved. So all my genus died: all the Mogican, one by one, moved to the country of spirits. I stand on the top of the mountain, but the time will come soon down. When Sagamorov's blood exhausted, then Sagamorov's blood exhausted: because my son is the last of the Mogican!

- UNKAS here, - a soft young voice heard. - Who mentioned UKAS?

White hunter hurriedly took her knife knife and involuntarily reached for a gun. Chingachguk same, having heed his voice, remained calmly sit and did not even turn his head.

Next instant the young Indian appeared; He slipped with silent steps between two friends and sat down on the shore of the rapid flow. Not a single sound expressed an Indian father of his surprise. For many minutes, neither questions nor answers were not heard; Everyone seemed to be waiting for a convenient moment to interrupt silence, without showing curiosity peculiar to only women, or impatiently inherent in children.

A white hunter, obviously, imitating the customs of the redheads, released a gun from the hands and also focused silently.

Finally, Chingachguk slowly looked at his son's face and asked:

- Did the macuats dare to leave the traces of their moccasin in these forests?

- I went through the prints of their feet, - answered the young Indian, - I learned that the number of them equals the number of fingers on my

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both hands. But they are panties and hide in ambushes.

"Fraudsters faded in more often and waiting for a comfortable minute to get scalps and rob someone," said a falconian eye. - This Frenchman Moncalm, of course, sent his spies to the British camp - in order to know by anything, on what expensive our moves.

- Pretty! Said Senior Indian, looking towards the setting sun. - We will repulse them from bushes, like deer ... Falconary eye, snacks today, and tomorrow we will show Makuas that we are real men.

- I agree. But, in order to break the Iroquois, first of all, you need to find where these cunning pluts are hidden, and to eat, you need to find a beast ... Yes, here it is, here as here! Look, won the largest deer, what I met during the current summer! See, he wanders down in the bushes? .. Listen, UNKAS, - continued the intelligence, lowered his voice to whisper and laughing with a silent laughter of a man accustomed to caution, - I am ready to put three scoops of gunpowder against one pound tobacco, , and closer to the right than to the left.

- Can not be! - Answered a young Indian and jumped out with a junior dusty. - After all, only the tips of his horns are visible over the bushes.

"He is still a boy," smiling, said a falconian eye, turning to the old Indian. - He thinks that seeing part of the animal, the hunter cannot determine where all his body should be.

He aimed and was already going to show his art that was so proud of how suddenly Chingachguk hit his hand on his gun and said:

- You, right, do you want to fight with macasas, falconry?

- These Indians will find out by a little, which lies in more often, "said the hunter, the dropping gun and turning to Chingachguk, as if recognizing his mistake. - What should I do! I give you, UNKAS, kill a deer arrow, not, perhaps, we really dump the animal for these thieves of Iroquois.

Chingachguk approved the proposal of the White, nod to the head expressively. UNKAS rushed to the ground and began to gently litoon a deer. When a young Mogicanin found himself just a few yards from the bushes, he silently put an arrow on the line of Luke. The horns moved; It seemed that their owner fell into the air intimacy of danger. Another second - and the apparel rang. Shine arrow. The wounded animal jumped out of the branches right on his hidden enemy, threatened to strike him with horns. UNKAS deftly dodged the creepy deer and jumpers to him on the side, quickly pierced his neck with a knife. Deer rushed to the river and fell, painting the water with his blood.

"The case is made with the dexterity of the Indian," the falconian eyes said approvingly, laughing silently. - It was nice to look! But still an arrow is good only at close range, and she needs a knife to help.

- U-Uh! - He uttered his interlocutor and quickly turned, exactly the dog, who revealing game.

- I swear God seems to be a whole herd! - noticed a falconian eye, and his eyes were slain. - If the deers are suitable for a distance of a gun shot, I am all the same way in them a bullet-friend, at least the whole alliance of six tribes heard the rumbled rifle! What do you hear, Chingachguk? For my hearing, forest thickets are silent.

- Nearly one deer, and he killed, "said Indiec and leaned so low that his ear almost touched the earth. - But I hear the sounds of steps.

- Maybe the wolves drove this deer and are now running on his footsteps?

- Not. Koni whites are approaching, - answered Chingachguk, proudly straightened and accepted the previous pose. - Falconary eye, these are your brothers. Talk to them.

- Okay. I will appeal to them with such an English speech that the English king would not be ashamed to answer me, "said the hunter in the language, whose knowledge he was proud. - But I do not see anything and I do not hear: no steps of animals, nor the topot of human feet. Yeah! Here is a crash of dry twigs! Now I hear how the bushes have soldiers. Yes, yes, the noise of steps! I took it for the echoes of the Waterfalls. But here are people. God, save them from Iroquois!

You will not leave the forest before,

Than for the insult I will not accept.

Shakespeare. "A dream in a summer night"

As soon as the hunter was silent, as the first rider of a small detachment appeared. His steps and caught the alerted hearing of the Indian.

Through the clearing, one of those winding paths were fled, which are pronounced deer on their way to aquail; She rested in the river beside the place where the white hunter rested and his red-friendly comrades. Travelers were slowly moving along the path, the appearance of them in the depths of these impassable forests seemed very strange. Falconary eye made a few steps towards them.

- Who goes? - asked the intelligence man, no matter how inappropriately holding a rifle with his left hand and putting an index finger right to the juro; At the same time, he tried that there was no threat in this movement. - Who goes here on a dangerous and wild trail of animals?

"The friends of the law and the king," the rider replied, who rushed ahead of the rest. - From the sunrise, we go to the shade of this forest and are severely exhausted fatigue, hunger and difficult wander.

"You probably got lost," the falconian eyes interrupted him, "and so helpless that you don't know whether to go right or left."

- That's it. Do you know how far from here to the Royal Fort William Henry?

- ABOUT! - exclaimed a white hunter and looked around, but quickly suppressed a careless loud laughter, fearing to attract the attention of enemies. "You lost the road, like a dog loses a deer trail, when Lake Horiken spreads between it and the beast. William Henry! .. My God! If you are friends of the king and you have business with the royal army, better travel for the river to Fort Edward and tell me about what you need, Webblah, who hid in this fortress, instead of breaking into the cramped and drive a muster Frenchman in his Berlogue behind Shamplast.

The traveler did not respond to this strange sentence, because another rider left the grove and, heated him, said, turning to the hunter:

- How much is he from here to Fort Edward? From the place where you now advise us to go, we left this morning, but we go to the head of the lake.

"So you have previously lost sight, and then got lost, because the road through wolves, with a width of at least two soils, spacious, perhaps than the London highway, and wider the roads in front of the royal palace.

"We will not challenge the merits of the military road," Heivord objected with a smile, for, as she probably guessed the reader, it was he. "I guess, at a present, it is enough to tell you that we trusted the Indian conductor, which promised to hold us the closest, albeit a very deaf path. But it turned out that he knew her badly, and now it is completely unclear where we found themselves.

- Indian worn in the forest? Said the hunter and shook his head in doubt. - He got lost at such a time when the sun burns the tops of the trees, and the streams are full to the edges, when the moss of each birch can say, in which side of the sky will light the northern Star in the evening? Forests are full of deer trop, which run away or to rivers, or to salt pits, - in a word, to the places known to everyone. In addition, and geese not still flew to Canadian waters. Strange, it is unusually strange that Indian knocked down from the path between Horichen and the raw river! Is it not swing?

- no birth, although this is a tribe

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accepted him to himself. It seems to me that his homeland north and he belongs to the Indians you call gurons.

Until now, they sat motively and, apparently, impassively belonged to everything that happened, but at that moment the Mogican jumped up: surprise, it was visible, took the top over their exposure.

- Huron? - repeated the stern scout and again, without hiding distrust, shook his head. - This is a treacherous, stoley tribe. Huron remains Huron, whoever accepted him to him. With no means you do nothing out of it, he will always remain a coward and vagabol. Since you have given yourself in the hands of one of these people, you can only wonder that he has not yet forced you to stumble upon a whole soak.

- This is nothing to fear, as Fort William-Henry is just a few miles from us. In addition, you forgot that our conductor is now a swamp, that he serves our army and became our friend.

"And I tell you that the one who was born Guron, Huron and dies," a fallen eye replied confidently. - Mochok! .. If you want to see honest people, look for them among the gicans or Delaware. Yes. They honestly fight, although not all of their tribes agree to go into battle, as many allowed the macuas to turn themselves into weak women. But if they fight, then as real warriors.

- Quite about it! - Heiovord noticed impatiently. "I will not collect information about a person who knows me that is completely unknown to you." You have not yet answered my question: what distance do we have from the main detachment located in Fort Edward?

- It depends on what conductor will behave. And on such a horse, like yours, you can cover this distance between the sunrise and sunset.

"I don't want to spend the words of the word," Hayward said, suppressing his discontent and continuing the conversation in a more peace-loving spirit. - If you tell me how much miles left to Fort Edward, and agree to carry us there, you will receive a reward for the works.

- And who will charge that, making it, I do not spend the enemy and the spy of Moncalma in our fortifications? Not everyone speaking in English is an honest and faithful person.

- If you really serve as an intelligence, then, of course, do you know the sixtieth royal regiment?

- Sixtiest? How not to know! You will not tell me about the American supporters of the king, which I myself would not know, although I am not a red uniform, but a hunting jacket.

- Then, it means that you know the name of the major of this regiment ...

- Major? - interrupted his falconry and straightened with the view of a person proud of his reputation. - Oh, if there is a person who knows Major Effingham in the colonies, then he is in front of you.

- In the sixtieth shelf is not one major. Effingham is the eldest of them, and I am talking about the youngest, about the fact that the garrison of Fort William Henry.

"Yes, yes, I heard that this place was taken by some young and rich gentleman from the southern provinces. But he is too young for such a post, should not be entrusted to the bosses over the seating people with a young officer. However, they say, he knows his work perfectly and very brave.

- Whoever he was, whatever they spoke about him, he is now talking to you, and, of course, you should not fear him.

The intelligence officer looked at Hevord, then, removing his hat, answered the tone less self-confident, but still expressing doubt:

"I heard that one squad should have made Fort Edward to the lake."

- You were told the truth. But I chose the shortest road and trusted the experience of that Indian, which has already mentioned.

- And he deceived you and then threw?

- He did not do neither the other - in any case, the second, since he is here.

- I would like to look at this man! If he is real Iroquat, I recognize him in a cunning look and on coloring, "said the scout.

Having passed by Hayword's Horse and Klyachi Psalm Person, near which it was already pushing milk foal, he moved along the bushes and soon approached the girls, with a look and some disturbing to the end of the negotiations.

Behind the bark and Alice stood Indian-Skorokhod; Leaning against the tree, he impassively met a reconnaissance view of him. The face of the Indian expressed such a gloomy ferocity that he involuntarily inspired a feeling of fear.

Satisfied with his inspection, the falconian moved away from the red-skinned, stopped for a moment, admiring the beauty of the girls, and he answered the smile and affectionate nod to Alice, then approached the horse of the Psalm, who fed her foal, looked at her rider with a minute, in vain trying to guess who He finally shaking his head, returned to Duncan again.

"Ming will always remain Ming, and neither the pussy and no other tribe will change it," he said, returning to her former place. "If you were alone and agreed to sacrifice the wolves of your noble horse, I would bring you to Fort Edward, because this fortress is just at a distance of an hour from here. But with you a woman for whom such a transition is impossible.

- Why? True, they are tired, but a few more miles can drive.

- unthinkable, - repeated the scout. "After the darkness, I didn't have a mile with this sword, at least for me they promised the best rifle in all colonies. Here, in more often, Iroquois are hidden, and your wagon knows too well where they hide, so that I agreed to start with him.

- Is it really? - Heiovord asked, leaning forward and lowering his voice almost to a whisper. - I confess, I also had some doubts. True, I tried to hide them and pretended calm, but I did it only to calm my companions. That was why I did not allow the Indian to go ahead, and forced him to follow us.

- From the first view, it can be seen that this is a deceiver, "the hunter said, having tried his finger to the nose in the warning sign. - Won, this brawing Ming leaned against the trunk of a young maple, there, behind the bushes, the right leg of the fraudster is on the same line with the barrel ... - the falcony eye has been meaningfully touched before her gun. "I can get into it between ankle and knee, and after that, at least a month will lose the opportunity to move. It is impossible to come closer: the tricky creature will suspect me and will throw me in the bushes like a frightened deer.

- No, no, it is not suitable. Maybe he is not to blame for anything, and I don't want you to wound it. Although if I fully made sure that he was a traitor ...

- Well, there is nothing to doubt this: Iroques is always ready to change and deceive. "Saying this, a falcony eye threw a rifle and brought a blow to Magua.

"Wait," Duncan stopped him, "don't shoot." Come up with some other way to get rid of it, although I have reason to assume that the villain deceived me.

Falconary eye refused the intention to shoot the leg of the Indian Skorokhod; He thought about a minute, then he made his hand to his friends to Mogs, who immediately approached him. All three in the low-voice spoke at the Decorations. With a serious expression, they focus and quietly consistent about something. Judging by the movements of the hands of a white hunter, who often pointed towards the young trees raised over the bushes, he obviously spoke of

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traitor.

His comrades soon realized what he was waiting for them, and, postponing the guns, disappeared in more often. One went to the right, the other - to the left. They slid in the bushes completely silently.

"Now return to your companions," referring to the Major, said a falconian eye, "and speak with the Indian." Mogican will grab it, not even coloring.

"No," Duncan replied proudly, "I myself want to grab it."

- Well, tell me what you do, sitting on the horse when your opponent will be Indian who slides among the bushes?

- I'll go off the horse.

- And you think that when you see how you free one leg from austrian, he will stand patiently and wait until you jump on Earth? Anyone who joins these forests and is going to deal with the natives, must be adopted by the customs of the Indians, if wishes good luck ... So, ahead! Speak with this villain and make a look that you consider it a faithful friend.

Heiovord agreed to obey, feeling a strong disgust for the case, which he had to fulfill. However, with each minute in it, the consciousness of the danger, hung over his companions because of their gullibility. The sun village, and thickened shadows gave the forest with a gloomy look. The outlines of the trees broke up, and darkness clearly resembled Duncan that the clock was approaching, in which dukari make their own bloody acts - the acts of revenge or hostility. These fears forced Hevord to part with a falconian eye. The scout immediately tied a very lively and loud conversation with a singer who so unceremoniously joined in the morning to a small society. Driving past the girls, Duncan threw them somewhat encouraging words and gladly noticed that they were cheerful, despite the fatigue, and that the stop did not alarmed them. Having said to Korea and Alis, that he needed to talk with an Indian about the future road, Heiovord spurred a horse and again pulled the reins when the noble animal found himself a few yards from Magua, still standing near the tree.

"Here, Magua, you yourself see," Heiovord began, trying to speak calm and friendly tone, "the night comes, and William-Henry is not closer to Fort, when we left the Sunrise of General Webba. You got off the road, and I stuck. Fortunately, we encountered a hunter - hear, he talks to the singer? "With a hunter who knows all the deer trails, all the deaf forest paths and promises to take us in such a place where we secure a rest until next morning."

The brilliant eyes of the Indian dug in the face of Heyvord, and he asked in Loman English:

- Is he alone?

- One? - With a slight oscillation repeated Duncan, with difficulty forcing himself to tell the wrong. - Oh, not quite alone, Magua: After all, with him we, his companions!

- In this case, the stern fox leaves, "said Indian and coldly raised his bag from the ground. - Only people of their tribe will remain with the palecolic.

- Sunshine fox leaves? But who do you call a cunning fox, Magua?

"This is the name Dali Magua his Canadian fathers," said the sword, and it was noticeable for his face that he was proud of him the nickname. "For a cunning fox, when Munro is waiting for him, the night is equal to the day.

- What will the fox say to the head of the Fort William Henry, when the old man will ask him about his daughters? Will he dare to explain to the boss that his daughters remained without a conductor, although Magua promised to guard them?

"True, the gray-haired boss has a loud voice and long hands, but in the depths of forests, the fox will not hear his cry and will not feel his blows.

- What will people say your tribe? They savage for the fox female dress and tend him to sit in Wigwam with women, as he can not trust the affairs of courageous warriors.

"The fucking fox knows the path to the Great Lakes, he will definitely find the ashes of his fathers," the Indian's adamant response sounded.

- Pretty, Magua, pretty! Said Hayward. - Are you not friends with you? Why should we tell each other cruel and bitter words? Munro climbed to reward you when you fulfill your promise. I am also in debt to you. So, Lag, give rest to the tired body, open your bag and sing. We will always stay here. We will not spend the prival short minutes and argue, definitely bored women. When the daresses rest, we move again.

"Palenitsy turn themselves into the submissive dogs of white women," muttered Indian on his adverbs. "When women want to eat, white warriors throw their tomagas to fulfill the desire of Snavitz."

- What do you say, Lisa?

- Sly Fox says: "Good."

The insightful look of the Indian was chained to the face of Major, but when Heiovord looked at Magua, the sword quickly took his eyes to the side, sat down on the ground, carefully and slowly looked around and finally took out the remains of edible supplies from the bag.

- Well! Said Duncan. - Food will give a cunning fox forces, will make his eyesight, and he will find a path in the morning. "Duncan fell silent for a moment, having heard the crackle of the broken dry branch and the rustle of the leaves in the neighboring bushes, but, quickly mastered by himself, continued:" We need to move to sunrise, not that we will probably meet Monkalma and he will take the way to the fortress. "

The raised hand of Magua froze, and, although his eyes did not disappear from the ground, he turned his head; His nostrils expanded, and even his ears seemed to stretched out, giving him the form of a statue portraying intensive attention.

Heiovord followed his every movement and with her feigned carelessness took out one leg from the stirrup, and put his hand on the cover from bearish skins, hiding guns.

Magua's eyes did not stop at one very separate subject, although the face was motionless.

Major did not know what to decide. Meanwhile, the fox rose to his feet, but so slowly and carefully, that at the same time there was not the slightest shore. Hayward felt that he should start acting; He pounded his leg across the saddle and jumped off the horse, firmly deciding to grab a traitor, in everything else relying on his strength and courage.

However, not wanting to scare their companions without need, the major still tried to preserve the external calm and friendly spoke with Magua.

"The tricky fox does not eat," he said, calling the Indian by the name that, apparently, seemed to him particularly flattering. - His bread grains are not rooted and hard? Let me look - maybe in my reserves there is something to taste.

Magua filed his bag, apparently, wanting to take advantage of the officer's offer. Their hands met; At the same time, Indian did not indicate the slightest embarrassment, and his tense attention did not weakeve on any moment. But when he felt that the fingers of Hevord were quietly closed on his naked elbow, he threw the hand of Major, cried out, shrieked, faded and disappeared in more often. At the next second, the figure of Chingachguk appeared due to the bushes, whose coloring gave the Indian view of the skeleton. Mogicanin rushed after the speed. I heard the screams of Unshas. The forest lit up a flash, followed by a shot of a hunter gun shot.

In such night

Robbly fesby rose

And, there is no lion, but the lion's shadow,

Ran into horror ...

Shakespeare. "The Merchant of Venice"

Sudden flight of the Indian Explorer, wild cries of his

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persecutors, noise and confusion - all this together stolen Hevorda; For a moment, he was dumbfounded, then, remembering the need to seize the fugitive, rushed into the bushes, who fought a little glade, and ran into the forest to help the pursuers. However, through a hundred Yards, he ran into a hunter and his two friends who were returning, without caught a fugitive.

- Why are you so soon desperate? - They asked them Duncan. - Of course, this fraudster hid somewhere in more often, and it can be caught. While he is free, we are in danger.

- Does the cloud can catch up with the wind? - answered a falconian eye. "I heard that this demon rushed in dry leaves, making a crawling, exactly a black snake." I saw him won behind that pine and put a bullet in him ... where there! Meanwhile, I was well aiming and I can say that in these affairs I am a master. Take a look at the tree. His leaves are red. But everyone knows that in June it blooms yellow!

- This is the blood of the fox, he is wounded. And maybe still fall.

- No no! - strongly objected the hunter. "I just got it, and he ran away." The gun bullet, which only slightly scratches, is the same spurs: it makes you speed up, reviving the body, instead of take away life.

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Notes

Pooh epigraphs in R. S. Council.

Union of six tribes - Mochoki, Heyda, Seneki, Kaiyugi, Onondagi and Tuskarora, related tribes, hostile with the tribes of Lenadov (Mogican and Delaovar). These six tribes wore various nicknames. They were often called macasami, miners or squeezes.

Narraganzet - a horse of a very hardy breed.

Gendel Georg Friedrich (1685-1759) is a German composer.

Mississippi.

Solemn rite, meaning the end of the war.

Sagamor (literally: wise, mighty) - Honorary title of elders of the tribe.

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