The writings of John Greenleaf Whittier, Volume 1.
John Greenleaf Whittier, Ed.

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     Solemn and brief in words, considering whether
The rigid rules of forest etiquette
     Permitted Weetamoo once more to look
Upon her father's face and green-banked Pennacook.

With interludes of pipe-smoke and strong water,
     The forest sages pondered, and at length,
Concluded in a body to escort her
     Up to her father's home of pride and strength,
Impressing thus on Pennacook a sense
     Of Winnepurkit's power and regal consequence.

So through old woods which Aukeetamit's¹ hand,
     A soft and many-shaded greenness lent,
Over high breezy hills, and meadow land
     Yellow with flowers, the wild procession went,
Till, rolling down its wooded banks between,
     A broad, clear, mountain stream, the Merrimac was seen.

The hunter leaning on his bow undrawn,
     The fisher lounging on the pebbled shores,
Squaws in the clearing dropping the seed-corn,
     Young children peering through the wigwam doors,
Saw with delight, surrounded by her train
     Of painted Saugus braves, their Weetamoo again.