 last of the Mohicans, just beautiful, what a beautiful artwork. The following pictures have been excerpted from a story by James Finmore Cooper that took place during the French and Indian wars. They concern a white scout called Hakai, a Mohawk, Mohawk and chief called Chingachuk, his son, his son, Unkas, and their personal feud with the Huron Indian tribe. These six pages attempt only to give a tantalizing glimpse into that great classic, the last of the Mohicans. Where are the blossoms of those summers fallen, one by one, so all my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley, and when Unkas follows in my footsteps, there will no longer will be any of the blood of the Sagamors, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans. Sagamors is Mohicans and Delaware's, and he's telling the story to Hakai. Thus spoke the words of Chingachuk, tribal chief of the Remnani Mohicans. Thus listened Hakai, fearless scout and hunter, friend of the Sagamor. Thus answering, Unkas, son of Chingachuk, bravest of warriors, enemies to the Makwas. Unkas is here, Makwas Huron. Do the Makwas dare to leave the print of their Makasans in these woods? I have been on their trail and know that they number as many as the fingers of my two hands, but they lie hid like cowards, the sun replies. The thieves are out lying for scalps and plunder. That bushy Frenchman, Mont Calme, will send his spies into our very camp and he will know that road we travel. This enough. They shall be driven like deer from the bushes. Hakai, let us eat tonight and show the Makwas that we are men tomorrow, says the Chiefston. I am ready to do one as the other. Talk of the devil and he will come. Here is a pair of the biggest antlers I have seen this season. Now, Unkas, I bet my charger three times full of powder against a foot wampum that I take him at winks the eye. Hakai, will you fight the Makwas? Hakai replies. I must leave the buck to your arrow, Unkas, or we will kill a deer for them thieves. The Inquas, Eroquai to eat. Unquas Eroquai Huron. That's what it's referred to. In another moment, the thwang of the cord was heard. A white streak was seen glancing into the bushes. The buck plunged from cover. Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Unkas darted to his side and passed his knife across the throat of the bounding deer, supper. That was done with Indian skill and it was a pretty sight to behold, Hakai says. Though an arrow is a near shot and needs a knife to finish the work. The chiefs then saying be quiet. By the Lord, there is a drove of them. If they come with in range of a bullet, I will drop one, though the whole six nations should be lurking within sound. What do you hear? For to my ears, the woods are dumb, Hakai says. And the chiefs then put his head on the ground. See if you can hear them. There is but. There is but one deer and he is dead. I hear the sound of feet, Euston says. Perhaps the wolves have driven the buck to shelter and are following on his trail. No. The horses of white men are coming, Hakai. They are your brothers. Speak to them, he says. That will, that will I. And in English that the kings need be ashamed to answer. There goes something. Now I hear, yes, God keep them from the Iroquai, the Hurons. Who comes? Who comes hither among the beasts and dangers of the wilderness, Hakai asks. Believers in religion and friends to the law of the King, men who have journeyed since the rising sun in the shades of this forest without nourishment and are sadly tired of their wayfaring. We are lost, they reply. There's a couple of ladies with them. With an Indian guide lost in the woods when the sun is scorching the treetops and the water course are full when the moss on every beach he sees will tell him in which quarter the north star will shine at night the woods are full of deer paths which run to the streams well known to everybody what Indian is he. Magwa Huron recognized by Hakai and his two companions and sensing his plight failing he plunged at a single bound into the thick thicket. The Huron had escaped to try trickery some other time. Though the small British party was saved from the Magwa's that day, they journeyed on to Fort William Henry only to find Mont Calmes troops. Mont Calmes troops had begun invading the place. Hakai knowing the land so well was able to lead the party through the French lines unseen. The overwhelming forces of Mont Calmes took the fort with an honorable surrender. The Magwa's being cheated of their British scalps attacked the British and before the French could help the Magwa's had taken captive the colonel's daughter. With the skill of Hakai one daughter was saved and later the Delaware the Delaware the Delaware cousins to the Mohicans brought tribal war of Magwa and the Hurons. After a vicious fight the Hurons were put to flight in defeat. Magwa raising a yell that spoke volumes of anger and disappointment darted away from the scene attended by his two only surviving friends. Unkas who had mainly sought him in the melee bounded forward in pursuit as if life to him possessed but a single object. Magwa's scalp Hakai and the two British officers followed Unkas. Hakai holding his fire for Unkas desire for victory. The Hurons leaped into a thicket and entered into the mouth of a cave that led up the mountain. For a moment the race was believed to be lost when a white robe was seen fluttering in the dark. This Korra Korra Korra this the maiden courage lady we come we come Hakai the knaves will pick us off at this distance the knives will pick us off at this this knave no knaves can pick us off at this distance and see they hold the maiden so as to shield themselves at this moment the forms of all four were strongly drawn against an opening in the sky and they disappeared the impetus young men were rewarded and encumbered with Korra the Hurons were losing ground in the race chasing us through the mountains stay dog of the wind dots a Delaware girl calls stay one dots Hurons again I will go no further kill me if that will detestable Hurons I will go no further she says woman choose the wigman wigman or the knife or the subtle choose the subtle magus french title magas french title just then appears in cry was heard above them and Unkas appeared leaping from a fearful height magas ate she sheathed his own knife in the bosom of Korra oh diverted by this interruption magma buried his weapon in the back of the Delaware Unkas rose from the blow as a wounded panther unstruck the murderer of Korra then with a stern and steady look he turned to magwa his failing strength uh expended the latter seized the un unresisting Delaware and passed his knife into his bosom many times keeping his gaze on of scorn Unkas fell dead at his feet magwa issued a cry of triumph and made a desperate leap falling short of his mark though his hands grasped a shrub all he had to do was pull up for escape the long rifle of Hakai was raised pouring out its contents dealing death to the cunning magwa thus came the burial of Unkas why weep that a chief has filled his time with honor he was good he was dutiful he was brave but Manitou had need of such warrior and had called him away i am now a blazed pine in a clear clearing of the pale faces my race has gone i am alone the chieftain says no sagamore not alone the gifts of our colors may be different but the god placed us as to journey and the same path haka replies then spoke Tamin Taminod chief of the Delaware to dis disperse the multitudes it is enough go children of the linear the Delaware tribe the anger of the Manitou is not done why should Taminod stay the pale faces are masters of the earth and the time of the red man red men has not yet come again my day has been too long in the morning i saw the sons of unamesh happy and strong and yet before the night has come have i lived to see the last warrior of the rot of the wise race of the mohicans