The pipe of peace was smoked with solemn gravity.

The tomahawk was buried, and each party pledged itself to eternal friendship.
The united nation of the Iroquois, in numbers and valor, had become quite supreme throughout all this region.

All the adjacent tribes bowed before their supremacy.

In Mr.Street's metrical romance, entitled "Frontenac" he speaks, in pleasing verse, of the prowess and achievements of these formidable warriors.
"The fierce Adirondacs had fled from their wrath, The Hurons been swept from their merciless path, Around, the Ottawas, like leaves, had been strown, And the lake of the Eries struck silent and lone.
The Lenape, lords once of valley and hill, Made women, bent low at their conquerors' will.
By the far Mississippi the Illini shrank When the trail of the Tortoise was seen on the bank.
On the hills of New England the Pequod turned pale When the howl of the Wolf swelled at night on the gale, And the Cherokee shook, in his green smiling bowers, When the foot of the Bear stamped his carpet of flowers." Thus far the Iroquois possessed only bows and arrows.

They were faithful to their promises, and implicit confidence could be reposed in their pledge.