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Title: The Last of the Mohicans
A Narrative of 1757

Author: James Fenimore Cooper

Illustrator: N. C. Wyeth

Release Date: January 1, 2009 [EBook #27681]

Language: English

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_The_ LAST _of the_ MOHICANS

A NARRATIVE OF 1757

[Illustration]

_by_ JAMES FENIMORE COOPER

_Illustrated by_ N.C. Wyeth

"_Mislike me not for my complexion,
The shadowed livery of the burnished sun._"

NEW YORK
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS

1933

_Copyright, 1919, by Charles Scribner's Sons_

ILLUSTRATIONS

FACING PAGE

UNCAS SLAYS A DEER 26

Avoiding the horns of the infuriated animal, Uncas darted to
his side, and passed his knife across the throat

THE BATTLE AT GLENS FALLS 66

Each of the combatants threw all his energies into that effort,
and the result was, that both tottered on the brink of the
precipice

THE FIGHT IN THE FOREST 114

The battle was now entirely terminated, with the exception
of the protracted struggle between Le Renard Subtil and Le
Gros Serpent

THE MEETING OF THE GENERALS 166

As soon as this slight salutation had passed, Montcalm moved
towards them with a quick but graceful step, baring his head
to the veteran, and dropping his spotless plume nearly to the
earth in courtesy

THE FLIGHT ACROSS THE LAKE 214

The scout having ascertained that the Mohicans were
sufficient of themselves to maintain the requisite distance,
deliberately laid aside his paddle, and raised the fatal rifle

THE TERMAGANT 250

Throwing back her light vestment, she stretched forth her
long skinny arm,