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"How is the name? did you call him Uncas?--
Uncas! Was it Uncas?"
"Such is my name," returned the youth, a little haughtily. "It is the
appellation of a native chief, that both my uncle and myself bear with
pride; for it is the memorial of an important service done my family
by a warrior in the old wars of the provinces."
"Uncas! did ye call him Uncas?" repeated the trapper, approaching the
youth and parting the dark curls which clustered over his brow,
without the slightest resistance on the part of their wondering owner.
"Ah my eyes are old, and not so keen as when I was a warrior myself;
but I can see the look of the father in the son! I saw it when he
first came nigh, but so many things have since passed before my
failing sight, that I could not name the place where I had met his
likeness! Tell me, lad, by what name is your father known?"
"He was an officer of the States in the war of the revolution, of my
own name of course; my mother's brother was called Duncan Uncas
Heyward."
"Still Uncas! still Uncas!" echoed the other, trembling with
eagerness.


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