Yet I wandered hither, thither, till beside a grey old rock,
I beheld the smoky lodges of a band of Shawanock.
There was peace between the races, and a welcome warm I found,
And a supper which they gave me, by the camp-fire, on the ground.
That despatched, I fell to smoking, and as up the round moon rolled,
With a thirsty ear I listened to the tales the old men told.
There they sat and chatted gayly, while the flickering of the blaze
Led the shadows on their faces in a wild and devious maze.
And among them one I noted, unto whom the rest gave place,
Which was token he was foremost in the fight or in the chase.