They wish to trade with them--to exchange blankets, and guns, and beads, and other goods which the Peigans require, for furs of animals which the Pale-faces require." "Ho! ho!" exclaimed the Indians, which expression might be translated, "Hear! hear!" "But," continued Cameron, "we wish to have no war.

We wish to see the hatchet buried, and to see all the red men and the white men smoking the pipe of peace, and hunting like brothers." The "Ho--ho--ing" at this was very emphatic.
"Now," resumed the trader, "the Peigans have got two prisoners--two Pale-faces--in their camp, and as we cannot be on good terms while our brothers are detained, we have come to ask for them, and to _present some gifts_ to the Peigans." To this there was no "Ho" at all, but a prolonged silence, which was at length interrupted by a tall chief stepping forward to address the trappers.
"What the Pale-face chief has said is good," began the Indian.

"His words are wise, and his heart is not double.

The Red-men are willing to smoke the pipe of peace, and to hunt with all men as brothers, but they cannot do it while many of their scalps are hanging in the lodges of their enemies and fringing the robes of the warriors.

The Peigans must have vengeance; then they will make peace." After a short pause he continued,-- "The chief is wrong when he says there are Pale-faces in the Peigan camp.