XI.
Then Williams: “Sachem, in the cause of Him,
The great Good Spirit whom we all adore—
Who smiles not on the contests fierce and grim
Of his red children in the field of gore—
I have come hither, in unwarlike trim,
To crave thy friendship, and of thee implore
That these black clouds portending bloody rain
May go, and let the sky shine out again.”
XII.