The woods are wide;
let him change the color of his skin, and be a gray head at the
council-fire of my nation. The warriors will listen to what he says, for
his hand hath done a strong deed!"
"It may not be--it may not be, Narragansett That which hath been generated
in the spirit, must abide, and it would be 'easier for the blackamoor to
become white, or for the leopard to change his spots,' than for one who
hath felt the power of the Lord, to cast aside his gifts. But I meet thy
proffers of amity in a charitable and forgiving spirit. My mind is ever
with my people; yet is there place for other friendships. Break then this
league with the evil-minded and turbulent Philip, and let the hatchet be
for ever buried in the path between thy village and the towns of the
Yengeese."
"Where is my village? There is a dark place near the islands on the shores
of the Great Lake; but I see no lodges."
"We will rebuild thy towns, and people them anew. Let there be peace
between us."
"My mind is ever with my people;" returned the Indian, repeating the
other's words, with an emphasis that could not be mistaken.
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