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"And where are your tree-tops, your solemn silence, your fragrant leaves, and your beautiful green, uncle, on the ocean?"
J. Fenimore Cooper,The Pathfinder, New York and London, p. 12.
PLACE: Upstate New York
TIME: ca. 1750
A death-like silence reigned in the forest, for they toward whom she approached were too much occupied in appeasing that great natural appetite, hunger, to avert their looks, for an instant, from the important business in which they were all engaged. When Mabel, however, had got within a hundred feet of the fire, she trod upon a dried stick, and the trifling noise that was produced by her light footstep caused the Mohican, as Arrowhead had pronounced the Indian to be, and his companion whose character had been thought so equivocal, to rise to their feet as quick as thought. Both glanced at the rifles that leaned against a tree, and then each stood without stretching out an arm, as his eyes fell on the form of the girl.
J. Fenimore Cooper,The Pathfinder, New York and London, p. 21.
PLACE: Upstate New York
TIME: ca. 1750
"It's no great secret--it's no great secret," returned Pathfinder, laughing with great inward glee, though habitual caution prevented the emission of any noise.
J. Fenimore Cooper,The Pathfinder, New York and London, p. 32.
PLACE: Upstate New York
TIME: ca. 1750
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