The dusky rabble filled the borders round,
While near the centre stood the warrior train;
Wild dance their plumes; fierce looks, fierce threats abound,
With war of voices like the murmuring main,
Wherein these words continually prevail:—
“The priest of Chepian grim!—Awanux weak and pale!”
XXIII.
The council formed upon the open glade;
The Sachems sate about the mounting blaze;
Five thousand warriors round that senate made