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Show SMOKE THE M* E OF PEACE. 125 ling scene. The erect, proud, athletic form of the young chief, as he stood pointing his finger to the wound in the kneeling figure before him ; the circle of crouching forms; their dusky and painted faces animated by every passion that hatred and ferocity could inspire, and their glittering eyes fixed with one malignant impulse upon us ; the whole partially illuminated by the fitful gleam of the firelight ( for by this time it was dark), formed a picture not easy to be forgotten. " The suspense was broken by the Navajoe, our host, who once again raised his voice in our behalf, and after a stormy discus-sion, Hamblin finally compelled them to acknowledge that he had been their friend ; that he had never lied to them, and that he was worthy of belief now. " The strain was over, and we breathed freely once more. We smoked the pipe, or rather the cigarette, of peace, and a roasted goat being shortly produced, we fell to with a will, and gnawed ribs together as amicably as if it had not been just previously their benevolent intention to roast us instead of the goat. " By this time it was past midnight, the discussion having been prolonged for eleven hours. I never was so tired in my life. Eleven hours in a partially recumbent position, cramped for room, with every nerve strained to its utmost tension, and momentarily expecting a conflict which must be to the death, is tolerably hard work. " After supper, it was arranged by Hamblin that we should go home in the morning, and await the arrival of the chief, for whom they promised to dispatch a trusty messenger. We slept by turns till morning broke, when we bid our amiable friends good- by, t and started for Mowabby, where we arrived about eight o'clock in the evening, to the great joy of Boyd and Pattie, who had given us up as lost. This was five days ago, and to- day, the ISTavajoe chief arrived, and, after a long discussion, agreed to settle the matter for a cer-tain number of cattle arid horses ; but their demands were so exorbitant that I am sure they will never be complied with. " Mr. Hamblin leaves to- morrow morning for St. George, to lay the matter before Brigham Young, and he is to meet the chiefs here again, with the answer to their demands, in twenty-five days from to- day. " We shall, probably, in the course of the trip, visit the vil-lage of the Oribas, a people who build three- story houses of |