James Fenimore Cooper,
The Last of the Mohicans
(1826)
“ Then Hawk-eye," he continued, betraying his deep emotion, only by permitting his voice to fall to those low guttural tones, which render his language, as spoken at times, so very musical; "then, Hawk-eye, we were one people, and we were happy. The salt lake gave us its fish, the wood its deer, and the air its birds. We took wives, who bore us children; we worshipped the Great Spirit; and we kept the Maquas beyond the sound of our songs of triumph!" "Know you anything of your own family, at that time?" demanded the white. "But you are a just man for an Indian! ”
