Chapter 8: VII

VII They do not sleep, On yonder cliffs, a grizzly band, I see them sit. Gray “ ’Twould be neglecting a warning that is given for our good to lie hid any longer,” said Hawkeye, “when such sounds are raised in the forest. These gentle ones may keep close, but the Mohicans and I will watch upon the rock, where I suppose a major of the Sixtieth would wish to keep us company.” “Is, then, our danger so pressing?” asked Cora. “He who makes strange sounds, and gives them…