Nor left his Sachem when he needed friends;
It is the thought of many a by-gone year
That kindles wrath within my breast, and sends
Through all this frame, my boiling blood on fire!—
Still Waban on his pale-faced chief attends,
But bears no pipe;—the Wampanoag’s pride
Bids him to die, as his brave fathers died.”
LXXIII.
“Waban, at least, will smoke the pipe awhile?”
Said Williams gravely to his moody guide,