The Last of the Mohicans; A narrative of 1757
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In short, the magnifying influence of fear began to set at naught the calculations of reason, and to render those who should have remembered their manhood, the slaves of the basest passions.
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"Judge not too rashly from hasty and deceptive appearances,"
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"Man's voice is given to him, like his other talents, to be used, and not to be abused.
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"Where are the blossoms of those summers!—fallen, one by one; so all of my family departed, each in his turn, to the land of spirits. I am on the hilltop and must go down into the valley; and when Uncas follows in my footsteps there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans."
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"Would you set a cloud to chase the wind?"
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"who that looks at this creature of nature, remembers the shade of his skin?"