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 passed the bush; for I remember the rag she wore to hide a face that all did love to look upon. Uncas, you are right; the dark hair has been here, and she has fled, like a frighted fawn, to the wood; none who could fly would remain to be murdered! Let us have a search for the marks she left; for to Indian eyes I sometimes think even a humming-bird leaves his trail in the air!"

The young Mohican darted away at the suggestion, and the scout had hardly done speaking before the former raised a cry of success from the margin of the forest. On reaching the spot, the anxious party perceived another portion of the veil fluttering on the lower branch of a beech.

"Softly, softly," said the scout, extending his long rifle in front of the eager Heyward; "we now know our work, but the beauty of the trail must not be deformed. A step too soon may give us hours of trouble: We have them though; that much is beyond denial."

"Bless ye, bless ye! worthy man!" ex-