“Then the fierce Pequots on our borders broke,—
We sent the belt to claim the accustomed aid;
The rebel chiefs the angry hatchet shook—
They were the Yengee’s men, not ours, they said;
We stood alone; and, like a steadfast rock,
Turned back the torrent to its fountain head,
Which else had swept those sluggard tribes away,
That by Awanux’ wigwam slumbering lay.
XXXVI.