The Last of the Mohicans Page #2

three men approach the fallen elk and each other. We realize

they're hunting together. Hawkeye steps aside for

Chingachgook. His massive war club is flat and angles to one

side with a stabbing blade. Hawkeye is stepson and

stepbrother.

The two younger men treat Chingachgook with an easy deference

and affection.

Hawkeye's a dialectic of two cultures. In his coloration and

worldliness he's more the Anglo-Saxon frontiersman. In his

independent views and candid manner and in his combat skills

and woodsmanship, he's more native American (Mohican).

As Chingachgook takes out his long knife and they approach

the fallen elk...

CHINGACHGOOK:

(low Mohican; sub-

titled)

We're sorry to kill you, Brother.

Forgive us. I do honor to your courage

and speed, your strength...

CUT TO:

EXT./INT. CAMERON CABIN - NIGHT

JOHN CAMERON:

roasts potatoes on a stick in the stone fireplace next to

CAPTAIN JACK WINTHROP, an American in very worn quasi-military

gear. On a rough table in the tiny cabin ALEXANDRIA, his

wife, is kneading bread. Three children climb on their father.

He grabs their wild seven year old son, JAMES, who shrieks

laughter and dodges away. The cabin has two primitive rooms,

waxed paper windows, log walls. O.S. a dog barks. Others

pick it up. Cameron & Jack are suddenly alert, reaching for

weapons...

CUT TO:

EXT. CAMERON CABIN, DOORWAY - NIGHT

CAMERON:

Appears warily, musket in hand.

FENCE:
CHINGACHGOOK

CHINGACHGOOK:

Halloo! John Cameron!

Doorway:
Cameron towards the interior...

CAMERON:

Alexandria! Set three more places.

(to the fence)

How is Chingachgook, then?

Behind him, emerging from the dark trees are Hawkeye, Uncas,

cradling flint locks, blankets and packs over their shoulders,

leading a mule laden with skins and the elk carcass. Crossing

the splitrail fence...

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