He shunned Weybosset, the accustomed ford,
Where dwelt dark Chepian’s priest, that grim Pawaw,
Who well he knew the Yengee’s faith abhorred,
And who, perchance, if he our Founder saw
Bearing the pipe of peace, might ill accord
With such kind purpose, and, on evil wing
To Narraganset’s host strange omens bring.
Now down the western bank their course they speed,
Passing Pawtuxet in their onward way;