“His highest chief is Corbitant the stern; He bears a fox’s head and panther’s heart, He ’gainst Awanux does in secret turn, Sharps his keen knife, and points his thirsty dart; His council fires in Mattapoiset[9] burn, Of Pokanoket’s woods his licensed part. Cruel he is, and terrible his train-- Light not your fires within that wolf’s domain. [9] Mattapoiset, now Swansey. XLVII. “Here, tow’rd the winter, where the fountains feed These rolling rivers, do the Nipnets dwell; They Massasoit bring the skin and bead, And rush to war when rings his battle yell; Valiant are they, yet oft their children bleed, When the far West sends down her Maquas fell; Warriors who hungry on their victims steal, And make of human flesh a dreadful meal. XLVIII. “Here lies Namasket tow’rd the rising sun; There Massasoit spends his seasons cold; The warriors there are led by Annawan, Of open hand and of a bosom bold; Here farther down, Cohannet’s banks upon, Spreads broad Pocasset, strong Apannow’s hold; The bowmen there tread Massasoit’s land, E’en to Seconnet’s billow-beaten strand. XLIX. “Still tow’rd the rising sun might Waban show And count each tribe, and each brave Keenomp name; But then his brother does not wish to go Nearer the pale-face and the fagot’s flame; But rather tow’rd the tomahawk and bow, And would the friendship of the red man claim: Therefore will Waban, on the western shores, Count Narraganset’s men and sagamores. L. “Two mighty chiefs--one cautious, wise and old, One young and strong, and terrible in fight-- All Narraganset and Coweset hold; One lodge they build, one council fire they light; One sways in peace, and one in battle bold; Five thousand warriors give their arrows flight; This is Miantonomi, strong and brave, And that Canonicus, his uncle grave.[10] [10] See note. LI. “Dark rolling Seekonk does their realm divide From Pokanoket, Massasoit’s reign; Thence sweeping down the bay, their forests wide Spread their dark foliage to the billowy main; Thence tow’rd the setting sun by ocean’s side, Stretches their realm to where the rebel train, Ruled by grim Uncas, with their hatchets dyed In brother’s blood, on Pequot stream abide.[11] [11] See note. LII. “Canonicus is as the beaver wise, Miantonomi as the panther bold; But tow’rd the faces pale their watchful eyes Are oft in awful thinking silence rolled; And often in their heaving bosoms rise Thoughts that to none but Keenomps they have told; They seem two buffaloes the herds that lead, Scenting the hunters gathering round their mead. LIII.