Цитаты из книги автора James Fenimore Cooper The Last of the Mohicans

For my own part

We are not about to start on a squir­rel hunt

gleam of re­sent­ment flashed

in the face of heaven

rose in the midst of the des­o­la­tion

im­pen­e­tra­ble mass of va­por,

The sun had hid its warmth

bloody and in­hu­man scene

re­lived by oc­ca­sional val­leys and swells of land

sprang upon his en­emy with naked hands