"No wigwam smoke is curling there,
 The very earth is scorched and bare;
 And they pause and listen to catch a sound
 Of breathing life, but there comes not one,
 Save the fox's bark and the rabbit's bound;
 And here and there on the blackened ground
 White bones are glistening in the sun.
 And where the house of prayer arose,
 And the holy hymn at daylight's close,
 And the aged priest stood up to bless
 The children of the wilderness,
 There is naught but ashes sodden and dank,
 And the birchen boats of the Norridgewock,
 Tethered to tree, and stump, and rock,
 Rotting along the river-bank!"

FOOTNOTES:

[165] Indian name Kanghéssanak; botanical, Umbilicaria Muhlenbergii.

[166] Francis' Life of Rale, in Sparks.

[167] Maine Hist. Soc. Collections, v. i. p. 339, and Shea.

[168] Francis' Life of Father Rale.

[169] Smith's History of New York.

[170] Mass. Hist. Soc. Collections, v. viii. p. 258.

[171] Sillery.

[172] Shea.

[173] Francis's Life of Rale.

[174] Chalmers.

[175] Francis's Life of Rale.