History, like love, is so apt to surround her heroes with an atmosphere of imaginary brightness. — James Fenimore Cooper

It is enough. Go, children of the Lenape, the anger of the Manitou is not done. Why should Tamenund stay? The pale faces are masters of the earth, and the time of the red men has not yet come again. My day has been too long. In the morning I saw the sons of Unamis happy and strong; and yet, before the night has come, have I lived to see the last warrior of the wise race of the Mohicans.

“'Tis a strange calling!” muttered Hawkeye, with an inward laugh, “to go through life, like a catbird, mocking all the ups and downs that may happen to come out of other men's throats.

When the white man dies, he thinks he is at peace; but the red-men know how to torture even the ghosts of their enemies.