place, seen by its dim and uncertain light, appeared like the shades of the infernal regions, across which unhappy ghosts and savage demons were flitting in multitudes.
Still Uncas kept his eye on Magua, as if life to him possessed but a single object. Heyward and the scout still pressed on his rear, actuated, though, possibly, in a less degree, by a common feeling. But their way was becoming intricate, in those dark and gloomy passages, and the glimpses of the retiring warriors less distinct and frequent; and for a moment the trace was believed to be lost, when a white robe was seen fluttering in the farther extremity of a passage that seemed to lead up the mountain.
" 'Tis Cora!" exclaimed Heyward, in a voice in which horror and delight were wildly mingled.
"Cora! Cora!" echoed Uncas, bounding forward like a deer.
" 'Tis the maiden!" shouted the scout. "Courage, lady; we come—we come."
The chase was renewed with a diligence rendered tenfold encouraging, by this
