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Smoke the calumet together, 



And as brothers live henceforward !' 



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" And in silence all the warriors 

 Broke the red stone of the quarry, 

 Smoothed and formed it into Peace-Pipes, 

 Broke the long reeds by the river, 

 Decked them with their brightest feathers, 

 And departed each one homeward, 

 "While the Master of Life, ascending 

 Through the opening of cloud curtains, 

 Through the doorways of the heavens, 

 Vanished from before their faces, 

 In the smoke that rolled around him, 

 The Pukwana of the Peace-Pipe!" 



Along the northern parts of America, are to be found the 

 Esquimaux population, estimated to number about 60,000. 



They are votaries of the weed, making their pipes either 

 out of driftwood, or of the bones of animals they have used 

 for food. 



Tobacco is found growing along the whole western sea- 

 board of South America until we reach the northern bound- 

 aries of Patagonia. Far inland on the banks of the Amazon, 

 Rio Niger, and other great rivers, the weed has been found 

 in luxurious abundance, with a delightful fragrance. 



Stephens, in his " Travels in Central America," says that 

 " the ladies of Central America generally smoke the mar- 

 ried using tobacco, and the unmarried, cigars formed of selected 

 tobacco rolled in paper or rice straw. Every gentleman 

 carries in his pocket a silver case, with a long string of cotton, 

 steel and flint, and one of the offices of gallantry is to strike 

 a light. By doing it well, he may help to kindle a flame in 

 a lady's heart ; at all events, to do it bunglingly would be 

 ill-bred. I will not express my sentiments on smoking as a 

 custom for the sex. I have recollections of beauteous lips 

 profaned. Nevertheless, even in this I have seen a lady 

 show her prettiness and refinement, barely touching the 

 straw on her lips, as it were kissing it gently and taking it 

 away. When a gentleman asks a lady for a light, she always 

 removes the cigar from her lips." 



The Rev. Canon Kingsley, in his fascinating novel of 

 ^ Westward Ho ! " has some quaint remarks on the method 



