XXXII.
"As far," he said, and solemn was his tone,
"As from Coweset's hill the hunter's sight
Goes tow'rd the Nipnet—tow'rd the rising sun—
And o'er the mighty billows, foaming bright,
Where bleak Manisses' shores they thunder on,
Moved Narraganset warriors,—till the White
Came from the east, and o'er the waters blue,
Brought his loud thunders in the big canoe:
XXXIII.
"Yes, ere he came, Pocasset's martial band
Did at our bidding come to fight the foe,
And the tall warriors of the Nipnet land
Rushed with swift foot to bend our battle bow;
And e'en the dog of Haup did cringing stand
Beside our wigwam, and his tribute show.
Then we were strong—we fought the Maquas fell,
And laughed to hear the bordering Pequot's yell.
XXXIV.
"But, Yengee, hear: The pale-faced strangers came;
No runners told us that they trod our shores;
Near the big waters rose their council flame,
And to it ran our eastern Sagamores;
Haup's dog forgot the Narraganset name,
And ate the the offal cast from white men's doors,
Moved at their heels, and after him he drew
The strong Pocassets, and the Nipnets too.
XXXV.
"Then the fierce Pequots on our borders broke,—
We sent the belt to claim the accustomed aid;
The rebel chiefs the angry hatchet shook—
They were the Yengee's men, not ours, they said;
