Came the whizzing of the ball;
Loudly shouted the Oneidas
As they saw the braggart fall.
Then the white-haired chief who led them
Flung his powder-horn aside,
And his rifle dropped, preparing
For a leap within the tide.
“Skenando!” exclaimed a comrade,
“Stay! the stream runs fierce and wild;
And your age will make you weaker