From far Woonsocket, died on Waban’s ears:
He pauses—listens—and again he hears—
LVI.
“The Pequot’s yell! My Sachem sure has seen
The well-drawn arrow leave the red man’s bow;
So Waban went—the steps he made between
Him and his foes no memory left—e’en now
Waban is there; and, from behind a screen,
Formed by the leaf of bush and bending bough,
He saw the Bright-Eyed Fawn, bound to the stake—