- 0:04:20 "The eternal spirit of youth, joying while it may – heedless of the gathering storm."
- 0:06:05 "Surely among his own people he is a prince."
- 0:10:32 "Haunted by a premonition of evil – a vague dread which Cora's reassurance fails to banish."
- 0:18:08 "An Indian lost in the woods? Impossible! Were he blind, he would nose the earth – and every blade of grass would tell the way."
- 0:20:22 "The bond of a common danger – drawing together these two, so widely separated by the mystery and birth."
- 1:11:03 "In the morning of my race I have seen a winged ship arrive, bearing the white men who are to become the masters of our land, and before sunset I have seen the passing of The Last of the Mohicans."
