We may together sit, secure from harms,
And smoke the calumet from day to day;
And our descendants, all the years to come,
Have but one fire—one undivided home.”
XXIX.
“Brother,” said Williams, “these thou seëst are
Hands that the blood of man ne’er crimsoned yet;
Oft do I lift them to the God of prayer—
Ah! how unseemly if with slaughter wet!
But to the hostile Sachems I could bear