For they were vanquished in the combat fair.
LIV.
“Brother! we take thy calumet of peace,
And throw the hatchet into quiet shade;
The Wampanoag’s terrors may surcease,
And thou mayst plant on Seekonk’s eastern glade;
But hearken, brother!—better far would please
Thy council fire if by Mooshausick made;
But pass we that; for well our brother knows
To live our friend surrounded by our foes.