Transcriber’s Note

The punctuation and spelling from the original text have been faithfully preserved. Only obvious typographical errors have been corrected.



The LAST of the MOHICANS

A NARRATIVE OF 1757

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, in derision
[The Masquerader]268
The grim head fell on one side, and in its place appeared the honest, sturdy countenance of the scout
[The Lovers]278
Heyward and Alice took their way together towards the distant village of the Delawares
[The Supplicant]320
Cora had cast herself to her knees; and, with hands clenched in each other and pressed upon her bosom, she remained like a beauteous and breathing model of her sex