And earth turn pale as fast their numbers grow,
And fiercely would he to the battle bound,
And for his country strike the deadly blow,
But that behind the Pequot’s yells resound,
And on his left the Nipnet bends the bow;
And even thus his hatchet scarcely sleeps,—
It dreams of Haup, and in its slumber leaps.
LV.
“But, brother, still Miantonomi is
A valiant Sachem—yea, and generous too,