In the canon
The Pathfinder
- Form
- Form Novel
- Year
- Year 1840
- Pages
- Pages 450
Lake Ontario, wilderness on every shore, and a schooner driving before a gale toward the rocks while the finest rifle shot on the frontier stands on her deck with nothing useful to do. Water is the one country Natty Bumppo cannot read, and Cooper puts him out on it, then does something crueller still: he lets him fall in love.
Don't speak to me, Mabel,—don't speak to me, Jasper,—let me go my way in peace, and like a man.
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