us! Now, to white eyes there is no difference between this bit of skin and that of any other Indian, and yet the Sagamore declares it came from the poll of a Mingo; nay, he even names the tribe of the poor devil, with as much ease as if the scalp was the leaf of a book, and each hair a letter. What right have Christian whites to boast of their learning, when a savage can read a language, that would prove too much for the wisest of them all! What say you, lad; of what people was the knave?"
Uncas raised his eyes to the face of the scout, and answered, in his soft, musical voice—
"Oneida."
"Oneida again! when one Indian makes a declaration it is commonly true; but when he is supported by his people, set it down as gospel!"
"The poor fellow has mistaken us for French!" said Heyward, "or he would not have attempted the life of a friend."
"He mistake a Mohican, in his paint, for a Huron! You would be as likely to
