“As far,” he said, and solemn was his tone, “As from Coweset’s hill the hunter’s sight Goes tow’rd the Nipnet--tow’rd the rising sun-- And o’er the mighty billows, foaming bright, Where bleak Manisses’ shores they thunder on, Moved Narraganset warriors,--till the White Came from the east, and o’er the waters blue, Brought his loud thunders in the big canoe: XXXIII. “Yes, ere he came, Pocasset’s martial band Did at our bidding come to fight the foe, And the tall warriors of the Nipnet land Rushed with swift foot to bend our battle bow; And e’en the dog of Haup did cringing stand Beside our wigwam, and his tribute show. Then we were strong--we fought the Maquas fell, And laughed to hear the bordering Pequot’s yell. XXXIV. “But, Yengee, hear: The pale-faced strangers came; No runners told us that they trod our shores; Near the big waters rose their council flame, And to it ran our eastern Sagamores; Haup’s dog forgot the Narraganset name, And ate the offal cast from white men’s doors, Moved at their heels, and after him he drew The strong Pocassets, and the Nipnets too. XXXV. “Then the fierce Pequots on our borders broke,-- We sent the belt to claim the accustomed aid; The rebel chiefs the angry hatchet shook-- They were the Yengee’s men, not ours, they said; We stood alone; and, like a steadfast rock, Turned back the torrent to its fountain head, Which else had swept those sluggard tribes away, That by Awanux’ wigwam slumbering lay. XXXVI. “These are our wrongs, and who can ever mend The belt thus broken by the rebel train? The falling waters with earth’s bosom blend, And who shall hold them in his palm again? Against the common foe our warriors spend Their blood like rivers--who can wake the slain? Heal up the wounds for other men endured-- Give back the blood which has their rest secured?” XXXVII. The Sachem ceased, and mingled murmurs ran Through all that crowd--“He speaks a manittoo! Base Wampanoag! we’ll devour that clan, And drive the Yengees back o’er ocean blue!” And through the concourse motions mixed began, With clash of arms, and twanging of the yew; But when they saw our Founder rise again, Mute stillness hushed the murmurs of the train. XXXVIII. “Brother,” said Williams, “thou art old and wise, And know’st the pipe is better than the dart. The barb can drink the blood of enemies; But the pipe’s conquest is the foeman’s heart; It gives to us his strength and energies, And makes the Pequot from our path depart. This, to the good, gives triumph long and just-- That, to the bad, a victory over dust. XXXIX.