Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,
Or bore them cheerly now, his object won;
Quickly to Haup did he the thickets thread—
To Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known—
And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern,
Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.
LX.
Gladly he heard from Waban’s faithful tongue
Sire Williams’ speeches and the answers given,
And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,