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This glance into the perspective of the past will prepare the reader to look at the pictures we are about to sketch, with less surprise than he might otherwise feel; and a few additional explanations may carry him back in imagination to the precise condition of society that we desire to delineate. It is matter of history that the settlements on the eastern shores of the Hudson, such as Claverack, Kinderhook, and even Poughkeepsie, were not regarded as safe from Indian incursions a century since; and there is still standing on the banks of the same river, and within musket-shot of the wharves of Albany, a residence of a younger branch of the Van Rensselaers, that has loopholes constructed for defence against the same crafty enemy, although it dates from a period scarcely so distant. Other similar memorials of the infancy of the country are to be found, scattered through what is now deemed the very centre of American civilization, affording the plainest proofs that all
I agree it's a fine adventure. The action is somewhat buried under pages of romantic or philosophical discussion, where the protagonists come to grips with the situation: in reality they would have been killed while talking. And that is exactly what the author wanted to say: better stop and talk instead of rushing to war.
This is a novel full of harrowing adventure, telling of the beginnings of some of the main characters in The Last of the Mohican. The action keeps coming throughout the book, keeping a surprising pace through the end.