"Have
you discovered a chipmunk in a tree, or is there a salmon-trout
swimming under the bottom of the scow? You find what a pale-face
can do in the way of eyes, now, Sarpent, and mustn't wonder that
they can see the land of the Indians from afar off."
"No good to go to Castle," put in Chingachgook with emphasis,
the moment the other gave him an opportunity of speaking. "Huron
there."
"The devil he is! - If this should turn out to be true, Floating
Tom, a pretty trap were we about to pull down on our heads! Huron,
there! -Well, this may be so; but no signs can I see of any thing,
near or about the old hut, but logs, water, and bark - bating two
or three windows, and one door."
Hutter called for the glass, and took a careful survey of the spot,
before he ventured an opinion, at all; then he somewhat cavalierly
expressed his dissent from that given by the Indian.
"You've got this glass wrong end foremost, Delaware," continued
Hurry. "Neither the old man nor I can see any trail in the lake."
"No trail - water make no trail," said Hist, eagerly. "Stop
boat - no go too near. Huron there!"
"Ay, that's it! - Stick to the same tale, and more people
will believe you.
Pages:
534
535
536
537
538
539
540
541
542
543
544
545
546
547
548
549
550
551
552
553
554
555
556
557
558