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Cooper, James Fenimore, 1789-1851

"The Wept of Wish-Ton-Wish"

His head rested on his arms, the latter
effectually concealing the face, as they were spread over the plain but
exquisitely neat table of cherry-wood, which, by being placed at the side
of one of less costly material, was intended to form the only distinction
between the guests, as, in more ancient times and in other countries, the
salt was known to mark the difference in rank among those who partook of
the same feast.
"Mark," said a timid voice at his elbow, "thou art weary with this
night-watching, and with the scouting on the hills. Dost not think of
taking food before seeking thy rest?"
"I sleep not" returned the youth, raising his head, and gently pushing
aside the basin of simple food that was offered by one whose eye looked
feelingly on his flushed features, and whose suffused cheek perhaps
betrayed there was secret consciousness that the glance was kinder than
maiden diffidence should allow. "I sleep not, Martha, nor doth it seem to
me, that I shall ever sleep again."
"Thou frightest me by this wild and unhappy eye. Hast suffered aught in
the march on the mountains?"
"Dost think one of my years and strength unable to bear the weariness of a
few hours' watching in the forest? The body is well, but the mind endureth
grievously.


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