They slept at last, though piercing cold the night,
And round them howled the hungry beasts of prey;
Nor broke their slumber, till the dawning light
Gleamed in the east,—when they resumed their way.
Encrusted hard and flashing far and bright,
The snow sent back the rising solar ray;
Mooshausick’s wave was bridged from shore to shore,
And safe they passed the solid water o’er.
Westward till now his course did Waban draw;