The Last of the Mohicans Page #4

UNCAS:

No, Schylerville. With the Dutch for

silver.

French & English want to buy with wampum & brandy.

Pause, then...

HAWKEYE:

So what is it, Jack? What brings you

up here?

JACK:

A French & Indian army out of Fort

Carillon's heading south to war

against the English. I'm here to

raise this county's militia to aid

the British defense.

HAWKEYE:

Folks here goin' to join in that

fight?

JACK:

We'll see in the morning...

CHINGACHGOOK:

Fathers of England & France, both,

take more land, furs, than they need.

They're cold & full of greed...

JACK:

Few'd deny that? Where you headin'?

HAWKEYE:

Trap over the fall and winter among

the Delawares in Can-tuck-ee.

UNCAS:

So I can find a woman and make Mohican

children so our father will leave my

brother & me in peace.

Alexandria laughs. So do Hawkeye & Chingachgook.

JAMES:

A son like me?

Uncas grabs James & suspends him upside down.

UNCAS:

No. You are too strong. Turn me old

too fast!

Hawkeye grabs the kid from Uncas. The kid's laughing & can't

stay still.

Chingachgook watches, content, smoking his clay pipe.

ALEXANDRIA:

That's what he's doin' to his mama...

She ruffles his hair and lifts the heavy iron pot off the

tibbet. Uncas goes to help her, she shrugs his hand away and

carries it to the table herself. The men gather around.

There's pan-baked bread, a dish of salt, and the pot has

venison and yellow cornmeal in a kind of stew. Everyone waits.

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