At last he paused beneath a birchen bough,
Where the dense alders formed a barricade,
And there awaited them.—With anxious breast
Williams approached, and thus his guide addrest:
“Sees not my brother that the shadows grow
Fast tow’rd the east, and that the forest brown
Soon hides the sun?—then whither does he go
To rest in safety till the morrow’s dawn.”
Waban replied, “O’er yonder distant brow,