Chapter XVII

“What singing bird has on the wandering wing
Borne these strange tidings to my hunter’s ear?
Where, on her pinions poising, did she sing,
And with her faithless song his bosom cheer?”
Waban replied, that he, while journeying
Unto the white man’s town, through forests drear,
Had on Cohannet’s banks his brethren met,
Bound to the banquet of the calumet.