LV.
“Brother! thou wilt our belt of friendship take,
And for us win the kindness of the White,
That when we war against the Pequot make,
His hands may aid us, and his counsels light;—
His thunders speak and all the forests shake,—
His lightnings flash and spread a wild affright
Through town and fortress, whereso’er we go,
Till not a Pequot lives to tell his nation’s woe.
LVI.