But as he drew the arrow to the head,
The cord snapt short; he dashed the weapon down,
And leaping from the rock upon the glade,
With glittering scalping-knife and haughty frown,
Before the assailant stood, who paused, surveyed,—
Measuring the hunter’s height from heel to crown,—
Then, swift as thought, the vengeful hatchet sent;
At Waban’s head the well-aimed weapon went.
LI.
But well the wary hunter knew his foe