And fired his calumet, and curled its smoke.
Then to our Founder passed the simple cheer,
In sign of friendship to a wandering man,
“Let not,” he said, “my brother quake with fear,
’Twas Waban’s cry at which the monsters ran.”
Williams received the pledge of faith sincere;
Yet warily his guest began to scan.
Tall did his straight and active form appear,
And armed but with the hunter’s simple gear.