He whirled on high the ghastly ball around.
LIX.
Around—around—still gathering force it went;
Still on his sinews strained the whirling head,
Till cleaving from the skull the scalp was rent,
And through the air the ponderous body sped;
Deep in the hollow woods its force was spent,
Thrice bounding from the ground, then falling dead;—
He turned and spoke: “No more the babes shall weep!
The grim Pawaw now sleeps! and Waban now can sleep!”