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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

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"But thou didst speak of the moon! In what manner is the moon leagued with
their bloody plots?"
"We have her now in the full, and there is little of the night when the
eye of a watcher might not see a red skin in the clearing; but a different
tale may be heard, when an hour or two of jet darkness shall again fall
among these woods. There will be a change shortly; it behoveth us
therefore to be on our guard."
"Thou thinkest then, truly, that there are outlyers waiting for the
fitting moment?" said the officer, with an interest so marked, as to cause
even the but-half-pacified Faith to glance an arch look at her companion,
though he still had reason to distrust a wilful expression that lurked in
the corner of her eyes, which threatened at each moment to contradict his
relation of the sinister omens.
"There may be savages lying in the hills, at day's journey in the forest;
but they know the aim of a white man's musket too well, to be sleeping
within reach of its range. It is the nature of an Indian to eat and sleep
while he has time for quiet, and to fast and murder when the killing hour
hath come.


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