In the Library
The Last of the Mohicans
James Fenimore Cooper, 1826
- Form
- Form Novel
- Difficulty
- Difficulty Moderate
- Reading time
- Reading time 11 hours
- Chapters
- Chapters 34
- Length
- Length 148k words
£1.99
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there will no longer be any of the blood of the Sagamores, for my boy is the last of the Mohicans.
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About the book
Under a flag of truce, the soldiers and families of Fort William Henry file out of the fort they have just surrendered, promised safe passage through the forest, and the war party escorting them turns on them before they clear the trees. James Fenimore Cooper builds his novel around that real massacre of 1757, then sends two sisters fleeing through it with a scout who has made the wilderness his church, a Mohican chief, and his son Uncas, the last of a line about to run out. What lingers is not the chases, thrilling as they are through caves behind waterfalls and along river gorges, but the awful arithmetic underneath them: an entire people ending, one death at a time, while a continent changes hands around them. Uncas loves Cora Munro without ever being allowed to say so, and when old Tamenund stands over his grave and finds he has outlived the last warrior of his race, the grief is not for one man. It is for a world already gone.