144 The Soverane Herbe 



The tribes saw the signal and obeyed it, all 



assembling in full war-paint and arms : 



' All the warriors drawn together 

 By the signal of the Peace Pipe,' 



and stood 



' Wildly glaring at each other, 

 In their faces stern defiance. 

 In their hearts the feuds of ages, 

 The hereditary hatred, 

 The ancestral thirst of vengeance.' 



The Master of Life admonishes them for their 

 wrath and feuds, and recounting his gifts of lands, 

 streams, bear, bison, and all other pleasures and 

 necessities of life, asks why they are not contented, 

 and why they hunt each other. He commands the 

 warriors to bathe in the river, wash away their war- 

 paint, bury their weapons, and making the red-stone 

 of the quarry into peace-pipes, smoke them and live 

 henceforth as brothers. 



They obey, and emerging from the river 



' In silence all the warriors 

 Broke the red-stone of the quarry. 

 Smoothed and formed it into Peace Pipes, 

 Broke the long weeds 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 doorway of the heaven, 

 Vanished from before their faces 

 In the smoke that rolled around him. 

 The Pukwana of the Peace Pipe.' 



