The curling smoke from the long-stemmed pipe breathes forth the fumes of
war or the pale quiet of peace. With his pipe he pacifies the elements.
On festal occasions, or when the camp rejoices at the joys of harvest, the
priest smokes his pipe, blowing the smoke first to the earth, then to the
sky, to the north, the south, the east, and the west, in token of
gratitude for the favour of the gods. With the pipe the Indian also seals
his councils.
[Trail of the Death Spirit]