After a three days’ march he came to an Indian encampment 745
  Pitched on the edge of a meadow, between the sea and the forest;
  Women at work by the tents, and warriors, horrid with war-paint,
  Seated about a fire and smoking and talking together;
  Who, when they saw from afar the sudden approach of the white men,
  Saw the flash of the sun on breastplate and sabre and musket, 750
  Straightway leaped to their feet, and two, from among them advancing,
  Came to parley with Standish, and offer him furs as a present;
  Friendship was in their looks, but in their hearts there was hatred. 
  Braves of the tribe were these, and brothers, gigantic in stature,
  Huge as Goliath of Gath, or the terrible Og, king of Bashan;[45] 755
  One was Pecksuot named, and the other was called Wattawamat. 
  Round their necks were suspended their knives in scabbards
      of wampum,[46]
  Two-edged, trenchant knives, with points as sharp as a needle. 
  Other arms had they none, for they were running and crafty. 
  “Welcome, English!” they said,—­these words they had learned
      from the traders 760
  Touching at times on the coast, to barter, and chaffer
      for peltries.[47]
  Then in their native tongue they began to parley with Standish,
  Through his guide and interpreter, Hoborook, friend of the white man,
  Begging for blankets and knives, but mostly for muskets and powder,
  Kept by the white man, they said, concealed, with the plague,
      in his cellars, 765
  Ready to be let loose, and destroy his brother the red man! 
  But when Standish refused, and said he would give them the Bible,
  Suddenly changing their tone, they began to boast and to bluster. 
  Then Wattawamat advanced with a stride in front of the other,
  And, with a lofty demeanor, thus vauntingly spake to the Captain:  770
  “Now Wattawamat can see, by the fiery eyes of the Captain,
  Angry is he in his heart; but the heart of the brave Wattawamat
  Is not afraid at the sight.  He was not born of a woman
  But on a mountain, at night, from an oak-tree riven by lightning,
  Forth he sprang at a bound, with all his weapons about him, 775
  Shouting, ‘Who is there here to fight with the brave Wattawamat?’”
  Then he unsheathed his knife, and, whetting the blade on his left hand,
  Held it aloft and displayed a woman’s face on the handle,
  Saying, with bitter expression and look of sinister meaning: 
  “I have another at home, with the face of a man on the handle, 780
  By and by they shall marry; and there will be plenty of children!”

  Then stood Pecksuot forth, self-vaunting, insulting Miles Standish;
  While with his fingers he patted the knife that hung at his bosom,
  Drawing it half from his sheath, and plunging it back, as he muttered,
  “By and by it shall see; it shall eat; ah, ha! but shall speak not! 785
  This is the mighty Captain the white men have sent to destroy us! 
  He is a little man; let him go and work with the women!”