other nations, ask for peace also?" demanded the governor.
"If so, let them speak for themselves, and for their
warriors."

We will not trespass on the reader, on whom we have
already inflicted too much of this scene, by a transcript
of the declarations of the inferior chiefs. Suffice it
to observe, each in his turn avowed motives similar to
those of the Ottawa for wishing the hatchet might be
buried for ever, and that their young men should mingle
once more in confidence, not only with the English troops,
but with the settlers, who would again be brought into
the country at the cessation of hostilities. When each
had spoken, the Ottawa passed the pipe of ceremony, with
which he was provided, to the governor.

The latter put it to his lips, and commenced smoking.
The Indians keenly, and half furtively, watched the act;
and looks of deep intelligence, that escaped not the
notice of the equally anxious and observant officers,
passed among them.

"The pipe of the great chief of the Ottawas smokes well,"
calmly remarked the governor; "but the Ottawa chief, in
his hurry to come and ask for peace, has made a mistake.
The pipe and all its ornaments are red like blood: it
is the pipe of war, and not the pipe of peace. The great
chief of the Ottawas will be angry with himself; he has
entered the strong hold of the Saganaw, and sat in the
council, without doing any good for his young men. The