And had their fathers at this moment seen
(For they were gone to Potowomet’s fires),
Our Founder’s guide, they might have caught the tone
Of their young urchins, and the hatchet thrown.
LXV.
Still village after village smoked; the woods
All swarmed with life as forward still they fared;
For numbers great, but not for multitudes
So numberless, had Williams been prepared;
Was it for him to tamper with the moods