One yell he gave, and writhed in dying pains.
XLVIII.
Seeking the cavern’s mouth along the rock,
Some groping hand the vine’s thick foliage stirred;
“Where art thou Waban!” and the war-whoop broke;
Palsied with fear the trembling mother heard;
“Where art thou, Waban!” and, with horrid look,
A giant savage through the foliage stared;
But, at that moment, from his rocky mound
Twanged Waban’s bow with sudden sharpest sound.