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 XI.

So pass the hours, till westward through the skies The sun begins to turn, and, savory grown, From Waban's ready feast the vapors rise; The group beneath the beech then sit them down; "Thou kind and generous man," our Founder cries, "Our brave defender! thy complexion brown Bars not thy presence;—sit thou at the board,— Of these bright lands God made thy kind the lord.

XII.

"My valliant warrior like a Keenomp fought, And Chepian's priest before his valor fell! But his white Sachem in the battle wrought  Too little for a chief he loves so well." "The dog—the dog! that had the children caught," Exclaimed the red man, "does his valor tell; A manit-dog he was, for well he knew Whate'er the priest of Chepian bade him do.

XIII.

"The priest of Chepian and his comrade came To fight the white man and his warrior brave; The fox-eared demon sought for other game,  And went to filch it from the rocky cave; My Sachem white a manittoo o'ercame,  To demon dark a fatal wound he gave; Brave is my Sachem, for he nobly slew What Waban dreaded most,—that fearful manittoo!"

XIV.

"Brother," said Williams, "under Power Divine, That shields the just man in dark peril's hour, Thine was the victory, and the glory thine  To quell Apollyon's priest—a demon's power!