The pale-faced foes whom I have left behind, Would still accept a favor done by me. I trusted God would guard his servant's head, XI. CANONICUS. Thy generous confidence has on me won I burned my lodge to speak my mighty grief; If thou art true I am not left alone, Some comfort is there for the gray-haired chief; If to thy words the fitting deeds be done, I am thy father, thou shalt be my son. XII. The kindest reader would fatigued complain, Should I recount each question and reply, That passed between our Father and the train Of barbarous warriors and their Sachems high; But though he languished o'er my humble strain, Till patience left or dullness closed his eye, To Williams it was not an idle song The dull reality did days prolong. XIII. They had their Corbitants of surly mood, Who scarce would yield obedience to their lord; Alike they thirsted for the Yengees' blood, And Wampanoag's and alike abhorred. By gaudy gifts their anger he subdued, Or won their kindness by his soothing word; But one there was who spurned all proffers kind, Whose demon hate was to all goodness blind. From his proud dwelling by Mooshausick's stream ; His was the voice of gods and omens dire, And loud he chanted his prophetic dream; Their fathers' ghosts came from their hunting ground XV. Gravely attentive did the council hear That crafty priest his awful omens sing. Half credence gave, and overawed the king. And still the prophet through the kindling crowds, XVI. And as he passed, the varying rumors flew Of secret plans hatched by the Yengees' hate; And oft he meddled with affairs of state, XVII. Thus, when the senate dared resist his sway, Yet vexed and goaded by his rebel mood, Bade that the clans assemble on a day, And Williams meet the prophet of the wood, And in their presence front and overthrow His strange dominion, or all hope forego. XVIII. I will not say that devils did enlist To do the bidding of the grim Pawaw; He may have been a wild ventriloquist, Formed by rude nature; but the age which saw The marvels that he wrought, would aye insist His spells surpassed material nature's law; And that the monarch of the infernal shade Mustered his legions to the wizard's aid. XIX. Great was his fame; for wide the rumor went Could not the terror of his charms withstand; But still would shrink and shudder at the sound, When spoke his viewless fiends in anger round. XX. And it was rumored that he daily held Communion strange with monsters of the wood, Harked to their voices, and their meanings spelled, And muttered answers which they understood; That he had filled with wisdom unexcelled, A cherished serpent of the sesesk's brood, XXI. At length the morn of this stern trial rose, And mustering towns poured forth their eager trains, From where wild Pawcatuck's dark water flows, To where Pawtucket cleaves the sounding plains; Of the rude Nipnet, Narraganset's wood XXII. Swarm upon swarm, far dark'ning all the ground, They gathered, and on Potowomet's plain, The dusky rabble filled the borders round, While near the centre stood the warrior train; [abound, Wild dance their plumes; fierce looks, fierce threats With war of voices like the murmuring main, Wherein these words continually prevail: "The priest of Chepian grim ! —-Awanux weak and pale!" XXIII. The council formed upon the open glade; The Sachems sate about the mounting blaze; Five thousand warriors round that senate made A dreadful ring, and stared with fixed amaze ; Within the senate, (so the chieftains bade,) Apart sate Williams, obvious to their gaze; And off a little, but confronting him, Appeared the wizard in his hideous trim. XXIV. From crown to heel stained black as night he rose, The sable fox-hide did his loins enclose, The sable fox-tail formed the nodding crest Above his inky locks, which, dangling loose, Half veiled his cheeks, and reached unto his breast; Around that breast the same black fox's hair Moved as he breathed, and seemed as growing there. XXV. Tall was his form, and in his dexter hand He held a casket, where the rabble thought A manittoo, awaiting his command, Coiled in a serpent's folds; and there was nought XXVI. For, strange to tell! e'en on the human kind, Till famine roused his rage, or prey provoked his might. XXVII. Thus, with strange terrors armed, the wizard stood, And whispered for a while in ghastly mood, Stayed its career, and even Sachems wise Heard with a thrill, for these dread accents rose: "Count ye the sands-ye count your pale-faced foes." |