From bleak Manisses[15] to the Nipnet hills.

[15] Manisses—Block Island.

XXXII.

“Yengee! thou seest these Wampanoags brave—

They are my Keenomps in the battle fray;

Would it become Haup’s sagamore to crave

Inglorious rest for warriors strong as they?

They shrink from nothing but a dastard’s grave:

Bound to the stake, upon their lips would play

The smile of scorn. How can they crouch and cry