Then down again it rained an ember shower,
And louder lamentations heard we rise:
As when the evil Manitou[36] that dries
The Ohio woods, consumes them in his ire,
In vain the desolated panther flies,
And howls amidst his wilderness of fire:
Alas! too late, we reached and smote those Hurons dire!
XVIII.
“But as the fox beneath the nobler hound,
So died their warriors by our battle-brand;