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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

This death was succeeded by the usual yell of disappointment,
and the assailants disappeared, as swiftly as they had approached.
"God be praised, that we have to rejoice in this advantage!" said Content,
enumerating the individuals of his force, with an anxious eye, when all
were again assembled at the stand on the hill, where, favored by the
glaring light, they could overlook, in comparative security, the more
exposed parts of their defences. "We count our own, though I fear me, many
may have suffered."
The silence and the occupations of his listeners, most of whom were
stanching their blood, was a sufficient answer.
"Hist, father!" said the quick-eyed and observant Mark; "one remaineth on
the palisado nearest the wicket. Is it a savage? or do I see a stump, in
the field beyond?"
All eyes followed the direction of the hand of the speaker, and there was
seen, of a certainty, something clinging to the inner side of one of the
timbers, that bore a marked resemblance to the human form. The part of the
stockades, where the seeming figure clung, lay more in obscurity than the
rest of the defences, and doubts as to its character were not alone
confined to the quick-sighted lad who had first detected its presence.


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