For, hand in hand, did they their way pursue,
With childish wonder, toward the distant land;—
As little witting of the ills that wait,
As that their labors were to found a State.
IX.
Soon Waban passed him where concealed he stood,
And slowly led his docile charge along;
Then Mary stept into the dusky wood,
Still guiding, as she came, the prattling throng;
No longer viewless he his darlings viewed,