We may together sit, secure from harms, XXIX. "Brother," said Williams, "these thou seëst are Hands that the blood of man ne'er crimsoned yet; Oft do I lift them to the God of prayer — The pipe of peace, thy snow-white calumet, XXX. "With Waban for my guide, in friendly guise, Of armies slain in many a bloody fray? XXXI. "Ha! Yengee," said the Sachem, "wouldst thou go Sharpens his darts, and treads his dances rude, * Manisses-Block Island. XXXII. "Yengee! thou seest these Wampanoags brave— XXXIII. "The Great Spirit, almighty o'er the Whole, XXIV. "How could your brother plant, where all around War's tempest raging pours its showers of blood? Where from each thicket bursts the war-whoop's sound, And death in ambush lurks in every wood? When would the feet of his dear friends be found To pass along the blood-stained solitude, Upon our Father's words to meditate, That wise old chief kept silence for a space; Thus far he had prolonged the shrewd debate, And inly striven his bounties to retrace Not, as it seemed at first, from growing hate, But so to magnify his purposed grace, That what he gave should be right worthy thought Of the much needed succor that he sought. XXXVI. "Keenomps!" at length thus spake the Sagamore, "Shall our white brother, not for me or mine, But for himself, seek Narraganset's shore, Disperse the clouds, and let the sunlight shine From the blue sky of peace? Our wounds are sore But hatchets none to keen; and our design May profit by delay, if he will light His council fire and gathering friends invite. XXXVII. "His bow's now broken, and his knife now dull, Of valor, help us guard ourselves from wrong; XXXVIII. "On Seekonk's marge - our battle-stained frontier His town will rise, and warlike will he feel; With the big thunders and the muskets' peal; XXXIX. As ceased the chief, a fierce smile lit the eyes And curled the muscles of those men of blood; They feared the number of their enemies ; This hope was cheering, and all answered good! All save stern Corbitant, whose visage is Dark and portentous as a slumbering flood, Whose silent bosom holds the imaged storm, And seems the tempest that the skies deform. XL. Then rose each Keenomp, in his turn, and spake : But still such counsel as his chief might take He should deem wise, and so advise his throng. XLI. "So move the hunters," the grim sachem said, Are we not hunted thus our forests through? XLII. "Go! thou dark Corbitant!" the old chief cried, When to the stranger has a chief denied Food, fire, and space his blanket to expand? Hunted by him! when come his friends he may, If timid deer we are, turn off the beasts of prey. XLIII. "He goes, and goes but for himself alone, To ask that peace between the nations be, And if the belt of Narraganset won He bring to Haup, 'twill be received by me. Now do I charge you, Keenomps, all as one, That on his path no lurking wolves ye be. Who dares with purpose fell his way to haunt, Dies by this hand- e'en were he Corbitant. XLIV. "Do thou, swift Waban, with the Yengee go, He is thy sachem - be thou Winiams** man. But it were safe that thou the pipe should'st bear XLV. Then Williams brought his strings of wampum bright, And to the Keenomps each a present made, Which each received, and, mimicking the white, His thanks returned, and uncouth bow essayed; And Corbitant's grim visage seemed to light With something like a smile that o'er it strayed, To see the wampum wreath our Founder flung, Where glittering on his breast the bauble hung. * The Wampanoags could not say 7, but used n in place of it. |