hawk and knife to such as have a natural gift to use them. What say you, Chingachgook," he added, in Delaware; "shall the red Hurons boast of this to their women when the deep snows come?"
A gleam of resentment flashed across the dark lineaments of the Mohican chief; he loosened his knife in his sheath, and then turning calmly from the sight, his countenance settled into a repose as deep as if he never knew the influence or instigations of passion.
"Montcalm! Montcalm!" continued the deeply resentful and less self-restrained scout; "they say a time must come when all the deeds done in the flesh will be seen at a single look; and that by eyes cleared from their mortal infirmities. Woe betide the wretch who is born to behold this plain, with the judgment hanging above his soul! Ha—as I am a man of white blood, yonder lies a red-skin without the hair of his head where nature rooted it! Look to him, Delaware; it may be one of your missing people; and he should have burial like a warrior. I see it in your eye, Saga-
