A Synopsis and Analysis of The Last of the Mohicans

The Last of the Mohicans was a fast paced thriller in which the setting was the French and Indian War. The battles were raging and the fighting was fierce. Back on the American frontier there were cold-blooded murders and devastating betrayals and few could be trusted. It was a time of courage and valor in battle and the courageous armies that fought each other knew each term first hand. It was a time where the strong prevailed and the weak died miserably writhing in the dust with lost scalps and choking hearts. 

It was a time of honor and sacrifice and those of great passions gave their all for their heart’s undying faith. As for this movie, the story was an epic story of those who strived for their love and those who let their deepest inner passions guide them on their crusade of primitive instinct and self held morals. Honor and diligence were the way of the Mohican tribe. They would let no war come between their unity and love for their family and brotherhood. They were the Mohicans and they would stand strong, together united as brothers under all costs.

The story started with the English Army short of troops. The raging battles of the French and Indian war were devastating and both sides suffered heavy casualties in the line of duty. Now, the English were in desperate need of reinforcements. Many of them entrusted local Indian guides to lead them to aid their suffering allies. One group of unfortunate English men was on its way to Fort Henry. Unfortunately, as played out in the start of the story, many of those Indians were covertly enemies to the English. Magua, a playing guide of the English, let a group of English troops astray in the intrepid jungle.

He then called out his fellow Indians and laid siege upon the vulnerable and surprised troops. Chaos quickly ensued as the Englishmen desperately tried to fight their way through with unloaded rifles. The Indians, who were ruthlessly primitive, came barging headlong into battle with knives and hatchets in hand. Rifle butts were no match for the scalp shearing reflexes of the lightning quick Indians.