Chapter XXV

Then silence reigned again--but still they stared;
Some claspt their knives, and some their arrows drew;
Then from his seat his form our Founder reared,
The while beneath him rocked the frail canoe;
His hand he raised and manly forehead bared,
And straight their former friend the Sachems knew;
“Netop, Whatcheer!” broke on the listening air;
“Whatcheer! Whatcheer!” re-echoed here and there.