From Pokanoket, Massasoit’s reign;

Thence sweeping down the bay, their forests wide

Spread their dark foliage to the billowy main;

Thence tow’rd the setting sun by ocean’s side,

Stretches their realm to where the rebel train,

Ruled by grim Uncas, with their hatchets dyed

In brother’s blood, on Pequot stream abide.[11]

[11] See [note].

LII.

“Canonicus is as the beaver wise,