And by the scarlet coat our Founder gave;
Round them their captains intermingled stood,
All friendly now, though lately fierce for blood.
XXI.
From chief to chief the calumet they past,
Sitting, in silent solemn council, round;
Each thrice inhaled, thrice forth the vapors cast,—
First to the power that bids the thunder sound,
Then to the gods that ride the angry blast,
Then to the fiends that dwell beneath the ground;