author - "J Fenimore Cooper"

The Trapper, Who Had Meditated No Violence, Dropped His Rifle Again,
And Laughing At The Success Of His Experiment, With Great Seeming
Self-Complacency, He Drew The Astounded Gaze Of The Naturalist From
The Person Of The Savage To Himself, By Saying--

"The Imps Will Lie For Hours, Like Sleeping Alligators, Brooding Their
Deviltries In Dreams And Other Craftiness, Until Such Time As They See
Some Real Danger Is At Hand, And Then They Look To Themselves The Same
As Other Mortals. But This Is A Scouter In His War-Paint! There Should
Be More Of His Tribe At No Great Distance. Let Us Draw The Truth Out
Of Him; For An Unlucky War-Party May Prove More Dangerous To Us Than A
Visit From The Whole Family Of The Squatter.