"He wishes them to become the same
people. Let Conanchet quit the woods, and go into the clearings with the
mother of his boy. Her white father will be glad, and Mohican Uncas will
not dare to follow."
"Woman, I am a Sachem and a warrior among my people!"
There was a severe and cold displeasure in the voice of Conanchet, that
his companion had never before heard. He spoke in the manner of a chief to
his woman, rather than with that manly softness with which he had been
accustomed to address the scion of the Pale-faces. The words came over her
heart like a withering chill, and affliction kept her mute. The chief
himself sate a moment longer in a stern calmness, and then rising in
displeasure, he pointed to the sun, and beckoned to his companions to
proceed. In a time that appeared to the throbbing heart of her who
followed his swift footsteps, but a moment, they had turned a little
eminence, and, in another minute, they stood in the presence of a party
that evidently awaited their coming. This grave group consisted only of
Uncas, two of his fiercest-looking and most athletic warriors, the divine,
and Eben Dudley.
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