“Scorched with fierce and sudden blazing, nearly stifled with the smoke,
Fell my two remaining comrades, to receive her axe’s stroke.
“Then I struggled at the entrance, and had partly made my way
When the woman came before me, like a wounded buck at bay.
“From her mouth the foam was flying, and her eyes were glazed and green;
Such a sight to shake my courage, I before had never seen.
“Turned I quickly in my terror, bounding through the darkness deep,
And I never stopped my running till the dawn began to peep.
“Now, what think you of my story?” said the savage unto me—
“Was she not a woman worthy leader of a tribe to be?”