But that he deemed the wily wizard knew
How heavy was Miantonomi’s spear,
And, if ’twere needful, might be made to fear.
XXIV.
But, after this portentous morn, scarce sun
Looked on that glade, but brought them fresh alarms;
If Waban delved the shores or walked thereon,
Missiles around him flew from hidden arms;
His snares were plundered ere the morning shone,
Clubs smeared with blood and threatening deadly harms