A headless reptile; - all its hues of gold

And diamond deadened in its life's decay;

Whilst the foiled wizard looked upon the slain,
And choked and yelled, then choked with rage again.

XLVII.

The crowds looked on 'twixt terror and surprise;
They gazed — they gaped with fixed astonishment;
Their serpent manit braved-ay, slaughtered lies!
Is it Awanux that is prevalent?

But when they gave full credence to their eyes,

Wild wondering clamors through the masses went, Which closed in shouts that through the forest rolled, “The wizard conquered by the Yengee bold!"

XLVIII.

Ill could that juggler a white victor brook,

And Hell's dark passions boiled through all his blood; His eyes shot fire, and from his belt he took

His deadly dart, and in stern silence viewed
Its poisoned barb, whose short and horrid crook
The jaws of seseks armed, — jaws all imbued
With the keen venom gathered from the fangs
Of such as died by self-inflicted pangs.

XLIX.

Nothing he spake, but with a hideous yell,
Raised his long dart, and, backward as he bent,
From starting eye-balls shot the light of Hell;
At Williams' breast the vengeful glance was sent,
But as his muscles did the barb impel,

Red Waban's grasp obstructed their descent;
On earth the weapon falls and pants for blood;
The lifted arm still threatening vengeance stood.

L.

Miantonomi, who the scene surveyed,

Too long had now his rising wrath concealed; A mighty lance his better hand displayed,

And well he knew its haft of length to wield; Backward its hilt the angry Sachem swayed,

And 'neath its stroke the staggering wizard reeled; Till from a storm of blows he cringing fled, And madly howling through the forest sped.

LI.

"Go, Priest of Chepian, go!" the Sachem said,

'Thy dreams are false — thy charms are all a cheat;

Go to thy manit - tell him that his aid

Has failed thee once, and thou art sorely beat.

Us have thy prophecies too long betrayed,

And vacant in the council is thy seat. When aid we need, we will to him apply Who conquers thee, and slays thy deity."

LII.

A while the throngs sate as in deep amaze

A while 'twas doubtful what might be their mood;
At length wild shoutings they began to raise ; —
One transport filled the total multitude;
Their Sachem's boldness cheerly did they praise,
For long had they with dread the wizard viewed;
Nor less admired our Founder's courage true,
Which did that juggler and his charms subdue.

LIII.

Then rose Canonicus, that shrewd old chief ;

"Brother!" he said, "much glory hast thou won;

Thy deeds this day will scantly gain belief

With warriors red, from rise to set of sun :

Great Chepian's priest, within a moment brief,
Thou, with thy fearlessness, hast overdone;

And thou art greater than his manits are,
For they were vanquished in the combat fair.

LIV.

"Brother! we take thy calumet of peace,

And throw the hatchet into quiet shade; The Wampanoag's terrors may surcease,

And thou mayst plant on Seekonk's eastern glade; But hearken, brother! - better far would please Thy council fire if by Mooshausick made; But pass we that; for well our brother knows To live our friend surrounded by our foes.

LV.

"Brother! thou wilt our belt of friendship take,

And for us win the kindness of the White, That when we war against the Pequot make,

His hands may aid us, and his counsels light; His thunders speak and all the forests shake, — His lightnings flash and spread a wild affright Through town and fortress, whereso'er we go, Till not a Pequot lives to tell his nation's woe.

LVI.

"Brother! we grant thee quiet neighborhood,
The tree of peace o'ershadows thee and me;
And thou mayst hunt in Narraganset's wood,
And catch the fish that in our waters be;
But thou must still promote the red man's good,
Keep bright his belt, and make thy counsels free
When danger darkens; and if this be done,
I am thy father, thou shalt be my son."

LVII.

Scarce need I say, Sire Williams cheerly gave
The pipe he bore and took the friendly belt;
That thanks he tendered to the Sachems brave;
That what he uttered he as deeply felt;
That he repeated each assurance grave

Of friendly favors, whilst he near them dwelt;
Nor pause I, now, the customs to describe,
By which the truce was honored by the tribe.

LVIII.

He took the Sachem's friendly calumet,

Then scattered wampum mid the warriors all; On Miantonomi's lofty brow he set,

Round waving plumes, the jeweled coronal; The scarlet coat the elder potentate

Most trimly graced, and gave delight withal; Then ribbons gave he, various their hue, To counsellors and Keenomps, bold and true.

LIX.

His mission finished, Father Williams sped, With Waban guiding, through the forest lone; Nor cold nor hunger did he longer dread,

Or bore them cheerly now, his object won; Quickly to Haup did he the thickets threadTo Haup, so well to Pilgrim Father known And found that Sachem, mid his warriors stern, Alarmed, but hoping still his safe return.

LX.

Gladly he heard from Waban's faithful tongue Sire Williams' speeches and the answers given, And wildly shouted all that warrior throng,

To learn the dire enchanter's spell was riven;

And wilder shouts the echoing vales prolong,

To hear that priest was from the council driven; "The tree of peace" they cried, "will bloom again, The wizard's banished, and his manit slain."

LXI.

Then to the elder chief our Father gave
The Narraganset friendly calumet ;
And it was pleasant to behold the grave

And stern old Sachem, whilst his eyes were wet
With tears of gratitude; - he could outbrave
The stake's grim tortures, and could smiling sit
Amid surrounding foes; yet kindness could
Subdue to tears this "stoic of the wood."

LXII.

He clasped our Father by the hand and led
Him up, in silence, to the mountain's crown;
And there, from snow-capt outlook at its head,
They gazed o'er bay and isle and forest brown.
It seemed a summer's eve in winter bred;

The sun in ruddy gold was going down,
And calm and far the expanded waters lay,
Clad in the glory of the dying day.

LXIII.

There stretched Aquidnay tow'rd the ocean blue,
In virgin wildness still of isles the queen;

Her forests glimmered with the western hue,

Her vales and banks were decked with cedars green,

And southward far her swelling bosom drew

Its lessening contours, in the distance seen;

Till, wavering indistinctly, in the gray
Encroaching sea-mists they were hid away.