And with her faithless song his bosom cheer?”
Waban replied, that he, while journeying
Unto the white man’s town, through forests drear,
Had on Cohannet’s banks his brethren met,
Bound to the banquet of the calumet.
XVIII.
And now hoarse murmurs reach our Founder’s ear,
Rising behind a cape from crowds unseen;
Then by the eastern marge they swiftly steer,