Note 18 — THE PIPE OF PEACE
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On the Mountains of the Prairie, On the great Red Pipe-stone Quarry, Gitche Manito, the mighty, He the Master of Life descending, On the red crags of the quarry, Stood erect and called the nations, Called the tribes of men together. . . . . “I am weary of your quarrels, Weary of your wars and bloodshed, Weary of your prayers for vengeance, Of your wranglings and dissensions; . . . . Break the red stone from this quarry, Mould and make it into Peace-pipes, Take the reeds that grow beside you, Deck them with your brightest feathers, Smoke the calumet together.” —Hiawatha