Out of the darkness, did yet more enhance
The terrors of the menacing mischance.
LVII.
But at this moment from the darkness broke
A human voice, in Narraganset’s tongue;
“Neemat!” (my brother) in kind tone it spoke,
“How comes Awanux these drear wilds among?”
And at the accents the dark thickets shook,
And from them lightly the red hunter sprung,
And from his belt familiarly he took