Is on our trail!”—No more the red man spoke;
And this in Narraganset’s tongue exprest,
To Mary nothing told, save as the look
And earnest gesture may have stirred her breast
With vague alarm.—But these she soon mistook
As native to him in his wonted mood,
And seemed confirmed as she our Founder viewed.
XVII.
He, in like speech, thus to his faithful guide:—
“Waban, be calm! wake not in bosoms frail