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to his will. Then there came forth from the mountain a 

 voice, crying, " Listen, O children of the redskin, to the 

 words of your Great Father. Let your deliberations, 

 domestic as well as public, be conducted under the 

 soothing influence of the herb of life, the divine uppowoc. 

 Let the pipe be to you a symbol of peace between you 

 yourselves and all the tribes of men. In loving brother- 

 hood let it be passed from the lips of those famous in the 

 war of words as in the strife of battle ; from those seated on 

 the front bench in the possession of treasure to those of 

 the hungry of the assembled senators who have nought but 

 w'ho fain would have all. Let the smoke-cloud that 

 ascends from the calumet be to you a pledge of peace, of 

 personal amity and good-will. Then shall your compacts 

 one with another be held sacred before me, and the war- 

 club be buried deep in the earth. Henceforward shall 

 friendship and fraternity be yours for evermore — till, alas, 

 they of the pale face have grabbed from you your lands, 

 and the red man hath become a stranger and an outcast in 

 the country of his birth." 



' Thus spoke the Master of Life to his children of the red- 

 skin. Having fashioned with wondrous curves the emblem 

 of happiness out of stone of the red rock, he filled the bowl 

 with the leaves of the sacred herb, and commanded the 

 lightning to kindle it into flame. High up on the 

 mountain over their heads he smoked the first great 

 symbol of peace among the nations. He told the 

 assembled multitude that the rock, out of which the pipe 

 was made, was formed of the flesh of their grandfathers, 

 long ages ago, when the world was deluged and the people 

 of the earth destroyed. Seeing the gathering of the waters, 

 the children of the forest and of the prairie fled to the high 

 lands, thinking thus to save themselves. The waters 



