The Pathfinder (Signet Classics)
James Fenimore Cooper, John Stauffer
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The third novel in James Fennimore Cooper’s Leatherstocking Tales, starring the heroic Natty Bumppo.
Vigorous, self-reliant, amazingly resourceful, and moral, Natty Bumppo is the prototype of the Western hero. A faultless arbiter of wilderness justice, he hates middle-class hypocrisy. But he finds his love divided between the woman he has pledged to protect on a treacherous journey and the untouched forest that sustains him in his beliefs. A fast-paced narrative full of adventure and majestic descriptions of early frontier life, Indian raiders, and defenseless outposts, The Pathfinder set the standard for epic action literature.
With an Introduction by John Stauffer
And an Afterword by Thomas Berger
stolen upon the island in the rear of the assailants and was now entrenched in the island in the citadel along with the object of their joint care. On the contrary, he supposed, as his wife had said, that Cap and Muir were in the blockhouse with Mabel, and that the attempt to repel him and his companions had been made by the men. “June sorry ‘the Lily’,”—for so the Indian, in her poetical language, had named our heroine—“no marry Arrowhead. His wigwam big, and a great chief must get enough wifes
obsessive man could have kept it up without encouragement is moot, for in point of fact his second work, The Spy (1821), was an immediate success, soon going into further editions in America and in England, and being translated into French. With this adventure novel, whose hero was suggested by a real-life American spy of the Revolution, Cooper moved out of doors, literarily speaking, and though in person he seems to have frequented many more drawing rooms than forests, the successes of his
when others do not?” “I do not believe, your honor, that the Pathfinder considers his own chances better than anyone else’s, but the man will never die by a bullet. I have seen him so often, handling his rifle with as much composure as if it were a shepherd’s crook, in the midst of the heaviest showers of bullets and under so many extraordinary circumstances that I do not think Providence means he should ever fall in that manner. And yet, if there be a man in his Majesty’s dominions who really
enough of that, if it’s any honor to shoot better than yourself. I’m not a woman to wear a calash.” “Very true; but ye might find a woman that is precious in your eyes to wear it for ye, as——” “Come, Davy,” interrupted the major, “your shot or a retreat. The adjutant is getting to be impatient.” “The quartermaster’s department and the adjutant’s department are seldom compliable, Lundie; but I’m ready—stand a little aside, Pathfinder, and give the ladies an opportunity.” Lieutenant Muir now
from a Mingo who doesn’t understand his very natur’; and even then he must act up to his own knowledge, and that closely. Ask Jasper how he got command of this very cutter!” “And how did he get the command?” inquired Mabel, with an earnestness and interest that delighted her simpleminded and truehearted companion, who was never better pleased than when he had an opportunity of saying aught in favor of a friend. “It is honorable to him that he has reached this station while yet so young.” “That