The Last of the Mohicans

The grass is tall and bright, bright green, and so is the forest on either side of it. Through the clearing marches a small army of British soldiers. Elegant in their crisp red uniforms, the men nevertheless have a slack, defeated air; it is 1757, and they have just surrendered Fort William Henry to the French army. Suddenly, a sound comes out of the forest, a sound at once thrilling and terrifying: It’s the exultant whoop of Native American war cries. For a few seconds, dread hangs in the air. Then dozens of Hurons spill forth, tomahawks poised, guns firing.559 Pages · 2008 · 1.78 MB · English