No, no, - let him go; if ever we meet ag'in, rifle
in hand, why then 'twill be seen which has the stoutest heart and
the quickest eye. Hawkeye! That's not a bad name for a warrior,
sounding much more manful and valiant than Deerslayer! 'Twouldn't
be a bad title to begin with, and it has been fairly 'arned. If
't was Chingachgook, now, he might go home and boast of his deeds,
and the chiefs would name him Hawkeye in a minute; but it don't
become white blood to brag, and 't isn't easy to see how the matter
can be known unless I do. Well, well, - everything is in the hands
of Providence; this affair as well as another; I'll trust to that
for getting my desarts in all things."
Having thus betrayed what might be termed his weak spot, the young
man continued to paddle in silence, making his way diligently, and
as fast as his tows would allow him, towards the castle. By this
time the sun had not only risen, but it had appeared over the eastern
mountains, and was shedding a flood of glorious light on this as
yet unchristened sheet of water. The whole scene was radiant with
beauty; and no one unaccustomed to the ordinary history of the
woods would fancy it had so lately witnessed incidents so ruthless
and barbarous.
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