Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1884-04-12
CONTINUED STORY.
THE
LAST OF THE MOHICANs.
BY
J. Fe,ainnore Cooper.

His reception was grave, silent and
wary.
''The wise Huron is welcome" said
the Delaware in the language of the
Maquas; he is come to eat his ''succa-
tash,"* with his brothers of the
lakes"
"IEe is come," repeated Magua,
with the dignity Of a prince.
The chief extended his arm, and
taking the other by the wrist, they
once more exchanged friendly saluta-
tions. Then the Delaware invited
his guest to enter his own lodge, and
share his morning meal.
During the short and frugal repast
that followed, the conversation was
extremely circumspect, and related
entirely to the events of the hunt, in
which they had lately been engaged.
"ls the face of my great Canada
father turned again towards his HUI
ron children :" demanded the orator
Of the Delawares.
'When was it ever otherwise ?" re-
turned Magua. "He calls my people
most beloved
The Delaware gravely bowed ac-
qniescence to what he knew to be
false, and continued
''The tomahawks of your young
men have been very redH'
at is so; but they are now bright
and dull; for the Yengeese are dead,
and the Delawares are our neigh
bors."
The other acknowledged the pa.
cific compliment by a gesture of the
hand, and remained silent. Then
Magua demanded.-
''Does my prisoner give trouble to
my brothers -
''She is welcome"
THE path between the Hurons and
the Delawares is short, and it is open
let her be sent to my squaws, if she
gives trouble to my brother"
''She is welcome" returned the
chief of the latter nation still more
emphatically.
The bat1led Magua continued silent
several minutes, apparently indiffer-
ent to the repulse he had received in
this opening effort to regain posses
sion Of Cora.
"Do my young men leave the Del
awares room on the mountains for
their hunts:?" he at length continued.
''The Lenape are rulers of their
own hills" returned the other lit
tie haughtily.
at is well. Justice is the master
Of a red-skin. Why should they
brighten their tomahawks, and
sharpen their knives against each
other: Are not the pale-faces thick
er than the swallows in the season of
flowers ~
''Goodw exclaimed two or three OF
his auditors ut the same time.
Magua waited Il little, to permit
his words to soften the DeAawares.
before he added
''Have there not been strange moe
casins in the woods? Have not my
brothers scented the feet Of white
men ?"
''Lct my Canada father come," re-
turned the other evasively; "his
children are ready to see him."
"When the great chief comes, it is
to smoke with the Indians in their
wigwams, The Hurons say, too, he
is welcome. But the Yengeese have
long arms, and legs that never tire!''
"My young men dreamed they had
seen the trail of the Yengeese nigh
the village of the Delawares.
"They will not find the Lenapc
asleep
at is we'll. The warrior whose eve
is open can see hisenemy, said Magua,
once more shifting his ground; Il
have brought gifts to my brother.
His nation would not 90 to the war
path, because they did not think it
well; but their friends have remem-
hered where they lived"
When he had thus announced his
liberal intention, the crafty chief
arose, and gravely spread his presents
before the dazzled eyes Of his hosts.
They consisted principally of trinkets
Of little value, plundered from the
slaughtered females William Henry.
This nolitic stroke on the nart Of