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 XLVI.

"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 burn,  Of Pokanoket's woods his licensed part. Cruel he is, and terrible his train— Light not your fires within that wolf's domain.

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;