beautiful forest. There, where the flowers bloom, the fruits
ripen always, where the pleasant water glides and the summer winds
whisper sweetly, there peace will dwell forever.

"Comrades, be wise, think earnestly. Forget the wicked paleface; for
there are many wicked palefaces. They sell the serpent firewater;
they lie and steal and kill. These palefaces' eyes are still
clouded. If they do not open they will never see the beautiful
forest. You have much to forgive, but those who forgive please the
Great Spirit; you must give yourselves to love, but those who love
are loved; you must work, but those who work are happy.

"Behold the Village of Peace! Once it contained few; now there are
many. Where once the dark forest shaded the land, see the cabins,
the farms, the horses, the cattle! Field on field of waving, golden
grain shine there under your eyes. The earth has blossomed
abundance. Idling and fighting made not these rich harvests. Belief
made love; love made wise eyes; wise eyes saw, and lo! there came
plenty.

"The proof of love is happiness. These Christian Indians are happy.
They are at peace with the redman and the paleface. They till the
fields and work in the shops. In days to come cabins and farms and
fields of corn will be theirs. They will bring up their children,
not to hide in the forest to slay, but to walk hand in hand with the
palefaces as equals.

"Oh, open your ears! God speaks to you; peace awaits you! Cast the
bitterness from your hearts; it is the serpent-poison. While you
hate, God shuts His eyes. You are great on the trail, in the
council, in war; now be great in forgiveness. Forgive the palefaces
who have robbed you of your lands. Then will come peace. If you do
not forgive, the war will go on; you will lose lands and homes, to
find unmarked graves under the forest leaves. Revenge is sweet; but
it is not wise. The price of revenge is blood and life. Root it out
of your hearts. Love these Christian Indians; love the missionaries
as they love you; love all living creatures. Your days are but few;
therefore, cease the the strife. Let us say, 'Brothers, that is
God's word, His law; that is love; that is Christianity!' If you
will say from your heart, brother, you are a Christian.

"Brothers, the paleface teacher beseeches you. Think not of this
long, bloody war, of your dishonored dead, of your silenced wigwams,
of your nameless graves, of your homeless children. Think of the
future. One wo