And kidnapped the shepherd—now doomed to be fried as
Soon as it suited the heathen Oneidas!
Now, just as a drowning man grabs at a straw,
His aid was besought by the favourite squaw
Of the sick man—no doubt at some saint’s kind suggestion
To specify which is quite out of the question.
“O Frenchman, remove the excrescence that grows
So horribly tight on the bridge of his nose,
And home to your friends you shall safely return
Instead of remaining among us to burn!”