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 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, And point the way to Narraganset's clan; If thou dar'st walk before the bended bow,  Bring back the talks, that we the words may scan; In all things else to him obedience show—  He is thy sachem—be thou Winiams' man. But it were safe that thou the pipe should'st bear Without that painted face and pluméd hair."

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.