Hour after hour, unmarked by danger near,
The pass he watches for the savage priest,
And still, with eyes turned tow’rd the flame, doth hear
Whatever steps the rustling leaves molest;
And oft he thought that through the brake he saw
The waving fox-tail of the grim Pawaw.
XLII.
At last within the hollow forest rose
Strange sounds that were unmeaning to his ear;—
As if there human hands were breaking boughs