Lay in his path, and voices strangely broke
From viewless forms on shrub, or tree, or rock.
XXV.
Oft from the vacant air came bitter jeer
In gibberish strange, and oft from under ground
A hellish mockery smote the hunter’s ear,
And he would start; but if he glanced around
And Williams saw, he banished every fear;
For well he knew his Sachem could confound