Then may I plant, and, in each neighboring clan,
Meet with a friend where’er I meet a man.
XXXI.
“Ha! Yengee,” said the Sachem, “wouldst thou go
To soothe the hungry panther scenting blood?
Say, canst thou bid Pawtucket’s downward flow
Turn and run backward to Woonsocket’s wood?
The path to peace is shut;—the eager foe
Sharpens his darts, and treads his dances rude,
And through the trembling groves the war-whoop trills