James Fenimore Cooper,
The Prairie — Chapter XX
(1827)
“ An expression of savage joy shot into the dark countenance of the Teton as he listened; turning to the old man he seemed to read his soul, as if to assure himself he was not deceived. Then he bent his look on the party of Ishmael, and counted its number."One warrior is wanting," he said."Does my brother see the buzzards? there is his grave. Did he find blood on the prairie? It was his.""Enough! Mahtoree is a wise chief. Put your women on the horses of the Dahcotahs: we shall see, for our eyes are open very wide."The trapper wasted no unnecessary words in explanation. ”
