Limbs locked in limbs in terrible affray They writhe-they wrench-they stagger to and froHands grasping hands that aim the fatal blow. LVI. Now struggling by the flames they past from sight; Still with more fury did the contest rave— A dreadful notice of each effort made, Where life for life strove in that shuddering shade. LVII. Now darting high above the deeper glooms, · Hands clinched in hands, their naked arms they strain; Now tost o'er thickets brown, heads, crests and plumes Confusedly shake—stoop-rise—and stoop again— At every effort each fierce champion dooms His foeman's blood to redden all the plain; And as they storm and tempest o'er the glade, Earth thunders under their resounding tread. LVIII. Beside the father sunk the mother pale, At times the children raised the fearful wail- Then, with a word that quick return presaged, LIX. As he advanced the tumult seemed to swell, And rapidly approach its awful close; On every side the crashing thickets fell, As here and there still strove the panting foes; From flaming breasts oft burst the maddening yell, And thick and fast resounded blows on blows; Still undistinguished struggle they in night Earth shakes-the thickets rend-and wilder storms the fight. LX. He past the flame and paused-for on his ear, There came with louder crash a heavy soundHe listens still-and silence-sudden-drear Reigns o'er the glade, and through the glooms profound. Who is the victim? and ill-boding fear Tells him that Waban gasps upon the ground; One bubbling groan, as if the life-blood gushedA shuddering struggle then-and all was hushed. LXI. In dire suspense the anxious father stood, Who but that savage could the sound emit? LXII. Then slowly issuing from the gloomy wood— And by the lock he held a trunkless head. LXIII. With lips still quivering, and with eyes unglazed, The reeking fragment seemed as living still, Fierce on the horrid thing the victor gazed; The battle's wrath still did his bosom fill; His eyes looked fire-another yell he raised; Rebellowing forests shrieked from hill to hillThen, by the long dark lock swung from the ground, He whirled on high the ghastly ball around. LXIV. Around-around-still gathering force it went- Thrice bounding from the ground-then falling deadHe turned and spoke-" No more the babes shall weep! The grim Pawaw now sleeps! and Waban now can sleep." LXV. They passed the turf, as they the cavern sought, Where fell the body of his earliest slain, And Waban said, as paused he o'er the spot, "The black Priest's comrade never wakes again;** Then did he seize the body by the foot, And dragged the bleeding corpse along the plain, LXVI. Then the rude victor washed the stains away, Cast him on earth, and soon deep slumber shewed The horrid memory of that scene of blood i LXVII. The morning dawns, and they their march resume, The night came down and with its sober glooms, Again they rose, and gained their joyous home. On Seekonk's marge, just at the close of day; And him they blessed, who had in safety led Them through dire perils, to their humble shed. CANTO EIGHTH. Through Seekonk's groves the morning sun once more Flames in his glory. Waving verdant gold The boundless forest stands. Wild songsters pour, II. And Williams issued from his humble cot, Not as of late in solitary mood, With cheerless heart and ill-foreboding thought, Attended by the partner of his lot, And their young Hopes; who with blithe interlude, III. In sooth the buoyance of his spirits spread |