With trembling haste a slight repast they took,
And to their several places then repaired;
The mother sate deep in the rocky nook
Beside her children, and their pallet shared;
Red Waban sate upon a jutting rock,
Hard by the cavern’s mouth, the pass to guard;
While at the entrance, Williams listening stood,
Screened by the vines, and every passage viewed.
XL.
Deep night came down o’er forest, vale and hill—