the last of the mohicans
great spirit and the maker of all life, a warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. welcome him, and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. he is uncas, my son. tell him to be patient and ask death for speed for they are all there, but one.. i, cingachgook, the last of the mohicans.
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