“Here, brother, on the red man’s country look.

XLIV.

“Here’s Waban’s lodge, thou seest it smokes between

Dark rolling Seekonk and Cohannet’s wave;[8]

Both floods on-flowing through their borders green,

In Narraganset’s basin find their grave.

O’er all the country ’twixt those waters sheen

Reigns Massasoit, Sachem good and brave;

Yet he has subject Keenomps far and near,

Who bring him tribute of the slaughtered deer,