The offending chiefs once more will bend his bows,
And shout around his fire their battle song;
No more will Pequot harass his repose,
Or Maqua yells resound these hills among.
See not my brothers whence all this distrust?—
The belt between them and the Yengees rust.
XL.
“Hearken a space—Deem not the Yengee weak;
Betwixt him and Haup’s chief the chain is bright;
If thou on him a finger’s vengeance wreak,