The Prairie (Leatherstocking Tale)

The Prairie (Leatherstocking Tale)

James Fenimore Cooper

Language: English

Pages: 416

ISBN: 014039026X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

The final novel in Cooper’s epic, The Prairie depicts Natty Bumppo at the end of his life, still displaying his indomitable strength and dignity.

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was time to give you the partic—” “Proceed with your explanation,” interrupted Middleton. “Ah! and a bloody and wicked sight it was! There I lay in a low bed of grass, as two of the hunters came nigh each other. Their meeting was not cordial, nor such as men who meet in a desert should give each other, but I thought they would have parted in peace, until I saw one put his rifle to the other’s back and do, what I call a treacherous and sinful murder. It was a noble and a manly youth, that

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