Chapter 7: VI

VI Those strains that once did sweet in Zion glide; He wales a portion with judicious care; And “Let us worship God,” he says, with solemn air. Burns Heyward and his female companions witnessed this mysterious movement with secret uneasiness; for, though the conduct of the white man had hitherto been above reproach, his rude equipments, blunt address, and strong antipathies, together with the character of his silent associates, were all causes for exciting distrust in m…