James Fenimore Cooper

James Fenimore Cooper

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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Oak Openings — Chapter 9

As a fresh scent of whiskey was very perceptible here, a murmur of admiration, not unmixed with delight, passed among the attendants.
"Now, let the young men build a fire for ME" said the bee-hunter, solemnly — "not such a fire as that which is burning on the hill, but a medicine-fire. I SMELL the whiskey spring, and want a medicine- light to see it."
A dozen young men began to collect the brush; in a minute a pile of some size had been accumulated on a flat rock, within twenty feet of the spot where le Bourdon knew that the cask had been dashed to pieces.
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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Oak Openings — Chapter 9

With this wand he pointed out the different objects he named, and it answered the very important purpose of enabling him to make certain small changes in the formation of the ground, that were of the greatest service to him, without permitting curious eyes to come so near as to detect his artifices.
"Now open your ears, Crowsfeather; and you, Cloud; and all of you, young braves," commenced the bee-hunter, solemnly, and with a steadiness that was admirable; "yes, open wide your ears. The Great Spirit has given the red man a nose that he might smell — does the Cloud smell more than common?"
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Portrait of James Fenimore Cooper James Fenimore Cooper The Oak Openings — Chapter 9

He had ceased dragging the canoe ahead, from an apprehension of being heard, though the rushing of the wind and the rustling of the rice might have assured him that the slight noises made by his own movements would not be very likely to rise above those sounds. The splashing of the swimmers, and their voices, gradually drew nearer, until the bee-hunter took up his rifle, determined to sacrifice the first savage who approached; hoping, thereby, to intimidate the others.
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