Or won their kindness by his soothing word;
But one there was who spurned all proffers kind,
Whose demon hate was to all goodness blind.
XIV.
It was the grim Pawaw.—He came in ire
From his proud dwelling by Mooshausick’s stream;
His was the voice of gods and omens dire,
And loud he chanted his prophetic dream;
“The white man’s gods had set the woods on fire,