Big cities with huge buildings may not be as interesting as those lands that make it possible to rejoice and enjoy the beauty of nature. For example, if you see America not as it is now, but as it was a couple of hundred years ago, then the impression will be completely different. Readers can see this by reading the novels by James Fenimore Cooper. In them he talks about the Indians, describing the beauty of nature that surrounded them. He writes about the world, which was native to the Indians, but then those who wanted to conquer them and seize these territories came. The adventure novel "The Last of the Mohicans" became the second of the novels about this period.
The events of the novel take place in the middle of the 18th century, in the midst of the French and Indian War. The two sisters want to support their father and all of England in this war, and therefore go to their father. But they are trapped. Nathaniel Bumpo tries to free the sisters together with his faithful friends Chingachgook and his son Uncas.
The writer enables readers not only to enjoy the spirit of adventure, but also conveys the atmosphere of that era well, talks about the peculiar spirituality of the Indians and their traditions. Here is the courage, and the ruthlessness of the heroes, and the tenderness of women, their strength and weakness. Here is a look at history, interference in the way of life of peoples, and philosophical reasoning that will prompt readers to think.
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James Fenimore Cooper
The last of the Mohicans
I'm ready to know the worst
And the terrible thing that you could bring me
Ready to hear the painful news
Answer quickly - is the kingdom lost?
Shakespeare 
Perhaps, along the entire vast stretch of the border that separated the possessions of the French from the territory of the English colonies of North America, there are no more eloquent monuments of the brutal and fierce wars of 1755-1763 than in the area lying at the source of the Hudson and near the neighboring lakes. This area provided such convenience for the movement of troops that they could not be neglected.
Champlain's water stretched from Canada and went deep into the colony of New York; consequently, Lake Champlain served as the most convenient route of communication by which the French could sail up to half the distance separating them from the enemy.
Near the southern edge of Lake Champlain, the crystal clear waters of Lake Horiken, the Holy Lake, merge with it.
The Holy Lake meanders between countless islets and is crowded by low coastal mountains. It stretches in bends far to the south, where it abuts against a plateau. From this point, a multi-mile portage began, which brought the traveler to the coast of the Hudson; here navigation along the river became convenient, since the current is free from rapids.
In pursuing their warlike plans, the French tried to penetrate the most remote and inaccessible gorges of the Allegheny Mountains and drew attention to the natural advantages of the area we have just described. Indeed, it soon turned into a bloody arena of numerous battles, with which the warring parties hoped to resolve the issue of colonial possession.
Here, in the most important places, towering over the surrounding paths, fortresses grew; they were seized by one or the other warring side; they were then torn down, then rebuilt again, depending on whose banner was hoisted over the fortress.
While peaceful farmers tried to stay away from dangerous mountain gorges, hiding in ancient settlements, numerous military forces went deep into virgin forests. A few returned from there, exhausted by hardships and hardships, discouraged from failure.
Although this turbulent land did not know peaceful crafts, its forests were often enlivened by the presence of man.
Under the canopy of the branches and in the valleys, the sounds of marches were heard, and the echo in the mountains repeated now the laughter, now the screams of many, many carefree young brave men who, in their prime of their strength, hurried here to plunge into the deep sleep of a long night of oblivion.
It was in this arena of bloody wars that the events unfolded, which we will try to tell you about. Our story refers to the time of the third year of the war between France and England, who fought for power over the country, which was not destined to be held in their hands by either side.
The stupidity of military commanders abroad and the pernicious inactivity of councilors at court deprived Great Britain of the proud prestige that had been won by the talent and courage of her former soldiers and statesmen. The British troops were defeated by a handful of French and Indians; this unexpected defeat deprived most of the border guards. And after the actual disasters, a multitude of imaginary, imaginary dangers arose. In every gust of wind that wafted from the boundless forests, the frightened settlers fancied wild cries and ominous howls of Indians.
Under the influence of fear, the danger assumed unprecedented proportions; common sense could not fight a disturbed imagination. Even the most courageous, self-confident, energetic began to doubt the favorable outcome of the struggle. The number of the cowardly and the cowardly increased incredibly; it seemed to them that in the near future all the American possessions of England would become the property of the French or would be devastated by the Indian tribes - allies of France.
Therefore, when news came to the English fortress, towering in the southern part of the plateau between the Hudson and the lakes, of the appearance of the Marquis of Montcalm near Champlain, and idle talkers added that this general was moving with a detachment "in which a soldier is like a leaf in a forest," the message was received with cowardly resignation rather than with the harsh satisfaction that a warrior should feel when he finds an enemy next to him. News of Montcalm's arrival at the pier in the height of summer; it was brought by an Indian at that hour when the day was already approaching evening. Together with the terrible news, the messenger conveyed to the camp commander a request from Munro, commandant of one of the forts on the shores of the Holy Lake, to immediately send him strong reinforcements. The distance between the fort and the fortress, which the inhabitant of the forests covered for two hours, the military detachment, with its wagon train, could cover between sunrise and sunset. One of these fortifications was named Fort William Henry by loyal supporters of the English crown, and the other - Fort Edward, after the princes of the royal family. Veteran Scotsman Munroe commanded Fort William Henry.
It contained one of the regular regiments and a small detachment of volunteer colonists; it was a garrison too small to fight the advancing forces of Montcalm.
The post of commandant in the second fortress was held by General Webb; under his command was a royal army of over five thousand people. If Webb had united all his troops scattered in various places, he could have put forward against the enemy twice as many soldiers as the enterprising Frenchman, who dared to go so far from his reinforcements with an army not much more than the British.
However, frightened by the failures, the English generals and their subordinates preferred to wait in their fortress for the approach of a formidable enemy, not risking going out to meet Montcalm in order to surpass the successful performance of the French at the Dekesnes Fort, to give the enemy a battle and stop it.
When the first commotion caused by the terrible news subsided in the camp, protected by trenches and located on the banks of the Hudson in the form of a chain of fortifications that covered the fort itself, there was a rumor that a 1,500-strong select detachment at dawn was to move from the fort to Fort William Henry. This rumor was soon confirmed; learned that several detachments had received orders to hastily prepare for the campaign.
All doubts about Webb's intentions were dispelled, and for two or three hours a hurried running was heard in the camp, worried faces flashed. The rookie anxiously scurried back and forth, fussed about and with his excessive zeal only slowed down the preparations for the performance; an experienced veteran armed himself quite coolly, unhurriedly, although the stern features and anxious look clearly indicated that the terrible struggle in the woods did not particularly please his heart.
Perhaps, along the entire vast stretch of the border that separated the possessions of the French from the territory of the English colonies of North America, there are no more eloquent monuments of the brutal and fierce wars of 1755-1763 than in the area lying at the source of the Hudson and near the neighboring lakes. This area provided such convenience for the movement of troops that they could not be neglected.
Champlain's water stretched from Canada and went deep into the colony of New York; consequently, Lake Champlain served as the most convenient route of communication by which the French could sail up to half the distance separating them from the enemy.
Near the southern edge of Lake Champlain, the crystal clear waters of Horiken, the Holy Lake, merge with it.
The Holy Lake meanders between countless islets and is crowded by low coastal mountains. It stretches in bends far to the south, where it abuts against a plateau. From this point, a multi-mile portage began, which brought the traveler to the coast of the Hudson; here navigation along the river became convenient, since the current is free from rapids.
In pursuing their warlike plans, the French tried to penetrate the most remote and inaccessible gorges of the Allegheny Mountains and drew attention to the natural advantages of the area we have just described. Indeed, it soon turned into a bloody arena of numerous battles, with which the warring parties hoped to resolve the issue of colonial possession.
Here, in the most important places, towering over the surrounding paths, fortresses grew; they were seized by one or the other warring side; they were then torn down, then rebuilt again, depending on whose banner was hoisted over the fortress.
While peaceful farmers tried to stay away from dangerous mountain gorges, hiding in ancient settlements, numerous military forces went deep into virgin forests. A few returned from there, exhausted by hardships and hardships, discouraged from failure.
Although this turbulent land did not know peaceful crafts, its forests were often enlivened by the presence of man.
Under the canopy of the branches and in the valleys, the sounds of marches were heard, and the echo in the mountains repeated now the laughter, now the screams of many, many carefree young brave men who, in their prime of strength, hurried here to plunge into the deep sleep of a long night of oblivion.
It was in this arena of bloody wars that the events unfolded, which we will try to tell you about. Our story refers to the time of the third year of the war between France and England, who fought for power over the country, which was not destined to be held in their hands by either side.
The stupidity of military leaders abroad and the pernicious inactivity of councilors at court deprived Great Britain of the proud prestige that had been won for her by the talent and courage of her former warriors and statesmen. The British troops were defeated by a handful of French and Indians; this unexpected defeat deprived most of the border guards. And after the actual disasters, a multitude of imaginary, imaginary dangers arose. In every gust of wind that wafted from the boundless forests, the frightened settlers fancied wild cries and ominous howls of Indians.
Under the influence of fear, the danger assumed unprecedented proportions; common sense could not fight a disturbed imagination. Even the most courageous, self-confident, energetic began to doubt the favorable outcome of the struggle. The number of the cowardly and the cowardly increased incredibly; it seemed to them that in the near future all the American possessions of England would become the property of the French or would be devastated by the Indian tribes - allies of France.
Therefore, when news came to the English fortress, towering in the southern part of the plateau between the Hudson and the lakes, of the appearance of the Marquis of Montcalm near Champlain, and idle talkers added that this general was moving with a detachment "in which a soldier is like a leaf in a forest," the message was received with cowardly resignation rather than with the harsh satisfaction that a warrior should feel when he finds an enemy next to him. The news of Montcalm's advance arrived at the height of summer; it was brought by an Indian at that hour when the day was already approaching evening. Together with the terrible news, the messenger conveyed to the camp commander a request from Munro, commandant of one of the forts on the shores of the Holy Lake, to immediately send him strong reinforcements. The distance between the fort and the fortress, which the inhabitant of the forests covered for two hours, the military detachment, with its wagon train, could cover between sunrise and sunset. One of these fortifications was named Fort William Henry by loyal supporters of the English crown, and the other - Fort Edward, after the princes of the royal family. Veteran Scotsman Munroe commanded Fort William Henry. It contained one of the regular regiments and a small detachment of volunteer colonists; it was a garrison too small to fight the advancing forces of Montcalm.
The post of commandant in the second fortress was held by General Webb; under his command was a royal army of over five thousand people. If Webb had united all his troops scattered in various places, he could have put forward against the enemy twice as many soldiers as the enterprising Frenchman, who dared to go so far from his reinforcements with an army not much more than the British.
However, frightened by the failures, the English generals and their subordinates preferred to wait in their fortress for the approach of a formidable enemy, not risking going out to meet Montcalm in order to surpass the successful performance of the French at Duquesne Fort, to give the enemy a battle and stop it.
When the first commotion caused by the terrible news subsided in the camp, protected by trenches and located on the banks of the Hudson in the form of a chain of fortifications that covered the fort itself, there was a rumor that a 1,500-strong select detachment at dawn was to move from the fort to Fort William Henry. This rumor was soon confirmed; learned that several detachments had received orders to hastily prepare for the campaign. All doubts about Webb's intentions were dispelled, and for two or three hours a hurried running was heard in the camp, worried faces flashed. The rookie anxiously scurried back and forth, fussed about and with his excessive zeal only slowed down the preparations for the performance; an experienced veteran armed himself quite coolly, unhurriedly, although the stern features and anxious look clearly indicated that the terrible struggle in the woods did not particularly please his heart.
At last the sun disappeared in a stream of radiance in the west behind the mountains, and when the night enveloped this solitary place in its cover, the hustle and bustle of preparations for the campaign ceased; the last light went out in the officers' log cabins; the thickening shadows of the trees lay on the earthen ramparts and the murmuring stream, and in a few minutes the whole camp was plunged into the same silence that reigned in the neighboring dense forests.
According to orders given the night before, the soldiers' deep sleep was broken by the deafening rumble of drums, and the rolling echoes echoed far away in the moist morning air, echoing in every corner of the forest; the day was falling, the cloudless sky was brightening in the east, and the outlines of tall shaggy pines stood out more and more clearly on it. In a minute life began to boil in the camp; even the most careless soldier got to his feet to see the performance of the detachment and, together with his comrades, to experience the excitement of this moment. The uncomplicated gathering of the performing detachment soon ended. The soldiers lined up in fighting squads. The royal mercenaries were on the right flank; more modest settler volunteers meekly took their seats on the left.
This is another of Cooper's immortal novels, long ago an adventure classic, and one of the author's best known and best novels. For adventure lovers, there is a lot of things: the whistle of arrows and tomahawks, ferocious and noble Indians, the scalps of enemies and of course love. Old acquaintances from the novel "St. John's Wort", Chingachguk the Great Serpent and Hawkeye, find themselves on the warpath, and Chingachguk's son Uncas, who is the last of the Mohican tribe, helps them. I read this book thirty years ago, but I still remember the plot well and remember it with special warmth.
Score: 10
Fenimore Cooper's novel The Last of the Mohicans is a recognized classic of adventure literature. The plot has long been well known to everyone: the war of England and France for the colonies in the New World and the adventures of Nathaniel Bumpo (Hawkeye), Chingachgook the Great Serpent and his son Uncas (the last of the Mohicans), who are trying to save the two daughters of the commandant of the British fort, superimposed on the historical canvas. But the main thing here is not this, but what emotions the reading of the book evokes - this is a hopeless longing for the past times. After all, the events of the novel symbolize the end of an entire era, an era when a person lived in peace with nature. It is being replaced by the technological era, where there is no place for the Indians, and not only for them. It is difficult to judge whether it is good or bad, but the past cannot be returned.
I still remember the devastation that caused the reading of this novel. Not every book is capable of evoking such feelings in a person's soul.
Score: 10
I'll make a reservation right away that I'm making a discount on translation, but I rate the novel as if it were written in Russian. I read the translation of Chistyakova-Ver.
I love the classics and rarely swear at something, but then the second option came out. I expected to read something hard and powerful, piercing to tears, but no. I will not list the good ones, they have already praised so much.
I will make a few complaints:
1. There are too many pianos in the novel - either the well-thought-out “good” Indians forget the gunpowder in the boat, then the Hurons (ALL) leave their guns somewhere far away and the whole crowd manage to yield to the three “good” Indians, then after surrendering the fortress the British leave their daughters essentially some without protection at all (ALARM!) - probably so that the action of the plot continues and there is a need to save someone again, then in one place the Hurons, fearing a chase, do not even let a bush break, and in another place they allow you to throw out a few pieces of colored clothing (ALARM ), a medallion (ALARM) and a musical instrument of David (ALARM !!!) - okay, at least they didn't let me write on the ground with a stick “We are all being led along this path. David".
Special mention should be made of the antics in the Huron camp. There, the Hurons were unable to distinguish a person expressed by a bear from a real bear. This could have ended the comedy. But no. In the cave, the scout suggested that Duncan wash off his paint just to enter the girl, and then paint Duncan in a new way. This is all in the Huron camp, when at any moment the enemy could enter and discover all this stupid orgy ...
2. The translation came out very dry, there were almost no colorful descriptions of nature that I expected to find. Instead, the callous, monotonous language made it difficult to enjoy the story and made one frown on every other page.
3. The main characters lacked feelings, especially Duncan. For me, he remained just a sterile character.
4. I didn't understand why, in moments of action and danger, to talk in sentences of three lines. Okay, more Indians - you can't understand them with their unshakable calm, but why do the English talk like that? It would seem that he shouted, dropped abruptly and do the job - grab your gun, shoot! But no, here it is thickly smeared with pathos - it is not so smeared in chivalric novels written three centuries ago.
And the characters in any situation love to retell everything that happened to them before. And they do this not shortly, but on a grand scale. In the same cave, when Alice was rescued, first to the scout, and then to Alice herself, Duncan told everything he could. Alice even cried. Again, this is essentially all in the Huron camp. Instead of running quickly, taking the girl away and trying to save Uncas, the characters are doing god knows what.
In general, I was very dissatisfied with the logic ...
Score: 6
Before us is probably the best of James Fenimore Cooper's novels from the Leather Stocking pentalogy.
The events of the book are based on real events.
The French commander, the Marquis de Montcalm-Goson, Louis Joseph seized the Anglo-American Fort William Henry at the southern tip of Lake George in 1757 and allowed the allied Indian tribes to slaughter the English who had surrendered to his mercy. then about 158 \u200b\u200bpeople died, and about fifty were captured by the Indians allied to France,
Spoiler (plot disclosure) (click on it to see)
according to Fenimore Cooper - Hurons, led by the Sly Fox Magua, once offended by Colonel Munro, Commandant William-Henry
.The British fort, established as a staging ground for attacks on French positions at Fort St. Frederick, strategically located on the border between New York and New France, was destroyed and abandoned. The French fought to the death with Britain by the hands of the Indians for the Indian territories of the Ohio River to the last Mohican. As a result, France lost New France and Louisiana west of the Mississippi, and Britain received not only colonial French lands, but also Spanish Florida.
Score: 9
Fenimore Cooper, my infinitely favorite writer, because he writes mainly in the historical genre, namely, about the colonial period of North America and talks about a free people, about valiant people, about people with great zeal, willpower. These people are not afraid of death and are ready to make any sacrifice not for themselves, but for the good of their neighbor, they can live for years in harmony with nature and themselves, they cannot help helping those in need and are ready to give everything for this. Of course, we will talk about Indians, people who live for the sake of a large number of battles, who want to die in battle, they do not even need fame. They are a free people, Native Americans, living for unity with nature. Cooper, with his books, pays tribute to this people, not quite a single people, since there are several tribes. But the review will focus on the novel The Last of the Mohicans. This book amazed me with its believability and naturalism, characters, general surroundings. Bravo Cooper! You have created a wonderful work that can leave an indelible mark on the mind of the person reading this book. I confess that at the end I was sitting with my mouth open and was in shock, I was so imbued with the characters that tears flowed from my eyes, they are in my heart, forever and will never leave there. The book is structured in such a way that you will not be bored to read it, it is full of shocking events for the reader and will leave indifferent only the emotionless scum. I still remember the images of these heroes and personify myself with them, I admire the Indians in general, real people made of steel, who are capable of not moving a single nerve if they begin to torture with a red-hot iron or before their eyes there are mountains of corpses, people created to kill and for the sake of battles and to remove scalps, but capable of high feelings, love and compassion, and basically doing as their heart tells them. The book remained in my heart and will not leave it for a long time. Read to everyone, definitely.
Score: 9
In the wars between the British and the French for the possession of American lands (1755-1763), opponents more than once used the civil strife of Indian tribes. The time was difficult and cruel. Dangers lurked at every step. And it is not surprising that the girls, accompanied by Major Duncan Hayward, were worried about the commander of the besieged fort. Especially worried about Alice and Cora - that was the name of the sisters - the Indian Magua, nicknamed the Sly Fox. He volunteered to lead them on a supposedly safe forest path. Duncan calmed the girls, although he himself began to worry: were they really lost?
Fortunately, in the evening the travelers met Hawkeye - this name was already firmly entrenched in St. John's wort - and not just one, but Chingachgook and Uncas. An Indian lost in the forest during the day ?! Hawkeye was much more alert than Duncan. He invites the major to grab the guide, but the Indian manages to escape. Now no one doubts the betrayal of the Magua Indian. With the help of Chingachgook and his son Uncas, Hawkeye ferries travelers to a small rocky island.
Continuing the modest supper, "Uncas renders all the services he could to Kore and Alice." Noticeably - he pays more attention to Cora than to her sister. However, the danger has not yet passed. Attracted by the loud wheezing of horses frightened by wolves, the Indians find their refuge. Shootout, then hand-to-hand. The first onslaught of the Hurons is repelled, but the besieged are out of ammunition. Salvation is only in flight - unbearable, alas, for girls. It is necessary to swim at night, along the rapids and cold mountain river. Cora persuades Hawkeye to run with Chingachgook and bring help as soon as possible. Longer than other hunters, she has to convince Uncas: Major and sisters are in the hands of Magua and his friends.
The kidnappers and captives stop on the hill to rest. Sly Fox reveals to Kore the purpose of the kidnapping. It turns out that her father, Colonel Munro, once severely insulted him, ordering him to be flogged for drunkenness. And now, in revenge, he will marry his daughter. Cora indignantly refuses. And then Magua decides to cruelly deal with the prisoners. The sisters and the major are tied to trees, and firewood is laid next to them. The Indian persuades Cora to agree, at least to feel sorry for her sister, very young, almost a child. But Alice, having learned about Magua's intention, prefers a painful death.
The furious Magua throws the tomoghawk. The hatchet plunges into the tree, nailing the girl's lush blonde hair. The major breaks free from the bonds and throws himself at one of the Indians. Duncan is nearly defeated, but a shot rings out and the Indian falls. Hawkeye and his friends arrived in time. After a short battle, the enemies are defeated. Magua, pretending to be dead and seizing the moment, runs again.
Dangerous wanderings end well - the travelers reach the fort. Under cover of fog, despite the French besieging the fort, they manage to get inside. The father finally saw his daughters, but the joy of the meeting is overshadowed by the fact that the defenders of the fort are forced to surrender, however, on honorable terms for the British: the defeated retain their banners, weapons and can freely retreat to their own.
At dawn, laden with the wounded, as well as children and women, the garrison leaves the fort. Nearby, in a narrow wooded gorge, the Indians attack the wagon train. Magua again kidnaps Alice and Cora.
On the third day after this tragedy, Colonel Munro, along with Major Duncan, Hawkeye, Chingachgook and Uncas, examine the site of the massacre. On barely perceptible traces, Uncas concludes: the girls are alive - they are in captivity. Moreover, continuing the examination, the Mohican reveals the name of their captor - Magua! After conferring, the friends set off on an extremely dangerous path: to the homeland of the Sly Fox, in the areas inhabited mainly by Hurons. With adventures, losing and finding traces again, the pursuers finally find themselves near the Huron village.
Here they meet the psalmist David, who, using his reputation as an imbecile, voluntarily followed the girls. From David, the colonel learns about the situation of his daughters: he left Alice Magua with him, and sent Cora to the Delaware, who lived in the neighborhood, in the Huron lands. Duncan, in love with Alice, wants to enter the village by all means. Pretending to be a fool, with the help of Hawkeye and Chingachgook, changing his appearance, he goes on reconnaissance. In the Huron camp, he pretends to be a French healer, and like David, the Hurons allow him to go everywhere. To Duncan's horror, the captive Uncas is brought to the village. At first, the Hurons mistake him for an ordinary prisoner, but Magua appears and recognizes the Swift Deer. The hateful name arouses such anger of the Hurons that if it were not for the Sly Fox, the young man would have been torn to pieces on the spot. Magua convinces his fellow tribesmen to postpone the execution until morning. Uncas is taken to a separate hut. The father of a sick Indian woman turns to the doctor Duncan for help. He goes to the cave where the patient lies, accompanied by the girl's father and a tame bear. Duncan asks everyone to leave the cave. The Indians obey the demand of the "doctor" and leave, leaving a bear in the cave. The bear transforms - Hawkeye is hiding under the animal skin! With the help of the hunter, Duncan discovers Alice hidden in the cave - but Magua appears. Sly Fox triumphs. But not for long.
The "bear" grabs the Indian and squeezes him in an iron embrace, the major ties the villain's hands. But from the experienced excitement, Alice cannot step a step. The girl is wrapped in Indian clothes, and Duncan, accompanied by the "bear", carries her out. The sick self-styled "doctor", referring to the power of the Evil Spirit, orders the father to stay and guard the exit from the cave. The trick succeeds - the fugitives safely reach the forest. At the edge of the forest, Hawkeye shows Duncan the path leading to the Delaware and returns to free Uncas. With the help of David, he deceives the warriors guarding the Swift Deer and hides with the Mohican in the forest. The enraged Magua, who is found in a cave and freed from the bonds, calls on his fellow tribesmen to revenge.
The next morning, at the head of a strong military detachment, Sly Fox goes to the Delaware. Hiding the detachment in the forest, Magua enters the village. He appeals to the Delaware leaders, demanding the extradition of the captives. The leaders, deceived by the eloquence of the Sly Fox, agreed, but after Cora's intervention, it turns out that in reality only she is Magua's prisoner - all the others freed themselves. Colonel Munro offers a rich ransom for Cora - the Indian refuses. Uncas, who suddenly became the supreme leader, is forced to release Magua along with the captive. At parting, Sly Fox is warned: after enough time to escape, the Delawares will set foot on the warpath.
Soon, hostilities, thanks to the skillful leadership of Uncas, bring a decisive victory to the Delaware. The Hurons are broken. Magua, capturing Cora, flees. Swift Deer pursues the enemy. Realizing that they cannot escape, the last of the surviving companions of the Sly Fox raises a knife over Bark. Uncas, seeing that he may not be in time, rushes from the cliff between the girl and the Indian, but falls and loses consciousness. Huron kills Cora. The swift-footed Deer manages to defeat the killer, but Magua, seizing the moment, thrust a knife into the young man's back and runs away. A shot sounds - Hawkeye settles with the villain.
Orphaned people, orphaned fathers, solemn farewell. The Delawares have just lost their newfound leader - the last of the Mohicans (Sagamora), but one leader will be replaced by another; the colonel has a younger daughter; Chingachgook lost everything. And only Hawkeye, turning to the Great Serpent, finds words of consolation: “No, sagamor, you are not alone! We may be different in skin color, but we are destined to follow the same path. I have no relatives, and I can say, like you, that I don’t have my own people ”.
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