With hopes auspicious, urged their task along,—
Lighter of heart; though Williams still would brood,
And inly marvel, o’er the missing throng
Of friendly Indians, issuing from the wood
To greet him with “What-Cheer” in voices strong;
And oft would wonder if perchance a vain
Illusion had beguiled his troubled brain.
XIX.
But omens dark and dire appeared at last:
The grim Pawaw had seen the mansion rise,—