But as his muscles did the barb impel,
Red Waban’s grasp obstructed their descent;—
On earth the weapon falls and pants for blood;
The lifted arm still threatening vengeance stood.
L.
Miantonomi, who the scene surveyed,
Too long had now his rising wrath concealed;
A mighty lance his better hand displayed,
And well he knew its haft of length to wield;