But an hundred years have vanished thrice Since hearth-stones smoked upon the shore: The Munsee dreamed not of a foe; Unstrung were the warrior's arm and brow; His ear no rattle of serpent caught, Too late-too late to fight or fly Was rang the knell of his ancient power; In gore his household-gods were drenched, XXVII. Though tall oaks fell in their kingly pride, Of their brave but luckless chief. K2 The Canadice in sunshine lay; But blood was on its margin green— A tribe was swept away. On the blackened site of a town destroyed, The raven a goodly meal enjoyed, And the wolf called forth her whelps, to share That banquet red, from her gloomy lair. XXVIII. Morn dawned-and on their homeward track The Mengwe, flushed with conquest, sped, And, a far-famed leader, Mic-ki-nac, That band of spoilers led. To the red belt, his waist around, The hapless On-no-lee was bound; Spared from the death-doom of her race, And live the slave of one who bore The scalp of her fallen Sagamore. XXIX. At noon, to snatch a light repast, Oh! woman wronged, within her soul Feels fire flash up that mocks control, When the ruthless fiend, to whom she owes The fearful sum of her blasting woes, Is yielded up her prey by Fate, And the dagger is nigh to second hate! Mic-ki-nac sat on a fallen tree, And of savory no-ke-hike partook, And by his side was On-no-lee, Survivor of the butchery, Who eyed his knife with an eager look. Round the haft her fingers lightly wreathed, The glittering weapon she unsheathedOne well-aimed blow, and she was free! Another,—and the purple tide Gushed from her savage captor's side Who leaped like a wounded stag, and died. XXXI. Thunder, without a cloud in sight, Or whisper of warning on the gale, Could not have roused more wild affright, Amid his braves, than deed of might Wrought by a hand so frail! Ere they recovered from the shock Barred not her swift career: A vigor never felt before, And to her active foot gave wing, Though fleet were the blood-hounds following. XXXII. In vain the foremost runner strained, And arrows launched from his twanging bow, For On-no-lee, exulting, gained A cliff, beyond the reach of foe, That beetled over the lake below. On the ruined home of her tribe she gazed; And a ringing scream of triumph raised"Base, worrying curs!-go back, go back, My scalp is saved from Mengwe smoke! And a low, mournful death-hymn sang : XXXIII. Away three hundred years have flown And a shadowy face of mournful mien, From the glittering lake emerge- Then mix with the waters, or vanish in air." XXXIV. Ere Blanche could Wun-nut-hay reward And sound of parting boughs she heard: She deemed her gallant husband nigh; Her lips were locked, and could not speak : Her form all motionless like stone: Whence came the spell that bound her frame, |