Title: Last Of The Mohicans: The Untold
By: Ally Sheiado
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This fanfic contains dialogue, characters, etc. from the movie, "Last Of The Mohicans". Therefore, I own nothing except for what I make up! .
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Cameron's Cabin

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Chapter One: Cameron's Cabin

Flames rose and flickered in the fireplace, bathing the center room of the cabin in a light of pink and orange. A shriek of laughter tore through the quiet silence, followed by a loud giggle as a boy, nearly at the age of seven, was tossed heedlessly over the shoulder of his father like a sack of potatoes.

John Cameron considered Jack Winthrop's proposal for a mere moment, his son's brief interruption un-phasing him as he gave his reply... which was an outright refusal. He was not willing to leave his home unprotected, nor his family. He had no desire to join up with the militia in order to help the British wage war with the French, even despite the fact that many he knew, including Jack Winthrop, felt differently.

Jack nodded, unsurprised with his friend's decision. John Cameron was a man of peace and therefore the militia captain was expecting this kind of answer. Somewhat satisfied, Jack turned his attention back to little James, John's seven-year-old son, who was eagerly bouncing around the rough wooden table to stand next to his mother.

Alexandria, a tall and slender woman with locks of curly brown, quietly scolded the child as she continued to knead the bread. Frowning with the silent indignation of a little boy, James went back to where his father was sitting. Just at that very moment, John's head cocked to the side and his movements stilled as the abrupt sound of barking dogs rang through the cabin.

John stood from his position at the table, not sparing a glance at Jack who was right on his heels, as he reached for his rifle. Once at the doorway, John stopped, his rifle falling to his side as he caught sight of who was approaching. "Alexandria! Set three more places," he shouted, moving out further to greet the newcomers. "How is Chingachgook, then?"

Emerging from the darkness, the three mohicans approached; Chingachgook leading a mule laden with skins, including the recently killed elk, while Uncas and Nathaniel cradled their flint locks and packs.

"The Master of life is good, John. Another year pass..."

James, surging past his father, jumped eagerly into Uncas' arms with a loud shriek of delight. Carrying the child with him, Uncas and his family walked toward the small cabin, each greeting Alexandria warmly on their way in.


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Gazing thoughtfully at the flames, Alexandria asked, "Why is Uncas with you? He should have settled with a woman, started a family by now..."

Chingachgook, seated at the table across from his two sons, smiled at the question. He sat with quiet contentment as he watched Uncas release little James Cameron from his grasp, eager to change the subject. "Mohawk field we saw was 5 mile long on the river... Chief Joseph Brandt's field."

James, eager for attention, jumped on Nathaniel, giggling as the man placed him on his knee.

"You take much fur?" John inquired.

Nathaniel nodded. "That we did, John. The horicane is near trapped out."

Jack, also gaining interest asked, "Trading your skins in Castleton?"

"No, Schylerville," Uncas answered, "With the Dutch for silver. The French and English want to buy with wampum and brandy."

Nathaniel studied Jack for a moment in curious fascination, his arm resting lazily around the boy that sat on his leg. He had a feeling that Jack Winthrop's visit was not just a social call. "So what is it, Jack? What brings you up here?"

"A French and Indian army out of Fort Carillon's heading south to war against the English. I'm here to raise this country's militia to aid the British defense."

"Are folks here going to join in that fight?"

"We'll see in the morning," Jack replied, "Where are you boys headed?"

Nathaniel grinned. "Trap over the fall and winter in Can-tuck-ee... find a Delaware speaking woman for Uncas. She will say, "you are the one!"... bear him many children!" He answered, chuckling as he threw James into Uncas' arms.

Uncas laughed at his brother, grabbing James and suspending the shrieking boy upside down as the boy asked, "A son like me?"

"Never!" Uncas barked, a grin of amusement on his face, "You're too strong," he continued, tickling him in the abdomen, "... turn me old too fast!"

Releasing the boy to Nathaniel, Uncas glanced at Alexandria who ruffled the little boy's hair, "Oh that's what he's doin' to his mama!"

James seated himself at the table as soon as it was set and all gathered as John murmured, "Dear Father, thank you for rewarding the fruits of our labor with plenty. Amen."


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Uncas stood alongside his brother in the far distance, quietly listening as the community gathering continued outside of John's cabin. Jack had promised a meeting within the late afternoon, to gather men for a colonial militia... and his promise had not been a false one. Many men, women, and children flourished through the field; some appeared to be settlers, fur trappers, and even Mohawk farmers. Among them, however, were also ten soldiers from the British regiment in Albany.

"John Cameron, thank you for your hospitality," a rather unusually large Mohawk spoke aloud, making his opinion known, "Twin River Mohawk got no quarrel with Les Francais. Trade furs with Les Francais. Now Les Francais bring Huron and Ottawa onto Mohawk land and Mohawk will now fight Les Francais. I speak for the Twin River Council."

"His Majesty King George II is very grateful for your support," the British lieutenant, a very thin and gawky looking man, replied, realizing the importance of such a commitment. The wiry man sat proudly atop his horse, his eyes gazing unflinchingly onto the crowd surrounding him.

Uncas felt Nathaniel tense from his side, his loathing of the British very apparent. Nathaniel's feelings of dislike matched adequately to his own; both knew that this war would not bode well for those caught in the middle, which were farmers and Indians alike. For many years their country had been at peace... and now with France and England at war for land and power, their quiet and peaceful way of life would forever be shattered.

"How far up the valley?" Ian asked. His question seemed to also be on the minds of others, as many like him were hesitant to leave their homes vulnerable to Huron invasion.

"To Fort William Henry," the Lieutenant answered sharply, continuing as the majority of the crowd reacted with hushed whispers of protest. "It should be enough to remind you that France is the enemy."

"France is your enemy!"

"Will you men fight?!" the Lieutenant continued, ignoring the last remark.

"While they're at your fort, what if the French send war parties to raid their homes?" Nathaniel questioned aloud, challenging the soldier.

"What then, Lieutenant?" Ian asked.

The soldier frowned, his face hardening with cold indifference as he shouted, "For your homes, for king, for country, that is why you men ought to join this fight!"

"You do what you want with your own scalp," Nathaniel shouted, disgust filling his voice. "Do not be telling us what to do with ours!"

The Lieutenant glared at him, his body shaking with silent fury as he bellowed, "You sir! You call yourself a patriot and loyal subject to the crown?!"

"I do not call myself subject to much at all, " Nathaniel replied, making the lieutenant even more furious. Uncas chuckled from his brother's side, glancing at him in time to see Nathaniel's head motion toward the lacrosse field. They had their say and neither man planned on joining in.

Jack gazed at those around him. "I agree with some of what Nathaniel says, but my sense of it is enough of us will join up to fill the country's levy and it's a fight we ought to make. But first, we ought to get terms from General Webb himself."

Some appeared to be in agreement, with the exception of John Cameron who spoke aloud, "I am staying on my farm. Any man who goes, his family is welcome to fort up with us until he comes back."


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