At length stern Corbitant did silence break;—
But first unloosened from its leathern thong
His scalping knife, and then a circle true
With its bare point upon the earth he drew.
XLI.
“So move the hunters,” the grim sachem said,
Then near the centre made of scores a few;
“Here do the moose and deer the thickets thread
To certain death from them whose feet pursue;
Do not the Yengees thus around us spread?