He said that it was impossible for them to make peace with their natural enemies, the Peigans and the Blackfeet on the east side of the mountains.

It was very desirable, he admitted; but neither of these tribes would consent to it, he felt sure.
Upon this Joe Blunt rose and said, "The great chief of the War-are-ree-kas is wise, and knows that enemies cannot be reconciled unless deputies are sent to make proposals of peace." "The Pale-face does not know the Blackfeet," answered the chief.

"Who will go into the lands of the Blackfeet?
My young men have been sent once and again, and their scalps are now fringes to the leggings of their enemies.

The War-are-ree-kas do not cross the mountains but for the purpose of making war." "The chief speaks truth," returned Joe; "yet there are three men round the council fire who will go to the Blackfeet and the Peigans with messages of peace from the Snakes if they wish it." Joe pointed to himself, Henri, and Dick as he spoke, and added, "We three do not belong to the camp of the fur-traders; we only, lodge with them for a time.

The Great Chief of the white men has sent us to make peace with the Red-men, and to tell them that he desires to trade with them--to exchange hatchets, and guns, and blankets for furs." This declaration interested the two chiefs greatly, and after a good deal of discussion they agreed to take advantage of Joe Blunt's offer; and appoint him as a deputy to the court of their enemies.