Backward its hilt the angry Sachem swayed,
And ’neath its stroke the staggering wizard reeled;
Till from a storm of blows he cringing fled,
And madly howling through the forest sped.
LI.
“Go, Priest of Chepian, go!” the Sachem said,
“Thy dreams are false—thy charms are all a cheat;
Go to thy manit—tell him that his aid
Has failed thee once, and thou art sorely beat.
Us have thy prophecies too long betrayed,