Rang the far-trembling, death-announcing yell,

So like a demon’s issuing from his pit—

Who but that savage could the sound emit?

[LVII.]

Then moving slowly in the gloomy wood,

Doubtful and darkling through the ghostly shade,

A form approached, and as it onward trod,

Appeared distinct upon the open glade;

’Twas Waban!—Waban bathed in hostile blood;

And by the lock he held a trunkless head.