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their respective herders picturesque-looking, half-naked 

 young Potto wattomie bucks. 



Our course led us between the council lodge and two 

 tepees, which were, judging from their size, emblazonments 

 and the lance hung with " totems " and trophies that 

 stood upright before each of them, the head-quarter tepees 

 of chiefs of eminence. As we drove slowly along we 

 continually encountered or passed groups of braves, 

 squaws, and paposes, who gazed stolidly at us. Among 

 the braves was a considerable sprinkling of Delaware 

 warriors, some of whom we thought we recognised, and 

 a crowd of Indians stood talking together between the 

 council lodge and the chiefs' tepees, quite blocking-up the 

 roadway. Arrived at the crowd it parted right and left, 

 and we beheld approaching, with a smile of pleasure 

 on his countenance, and his right hand extended in 

 welcome to us, an instantly recognised face and figure, 

 but in strange guise and metamorphosis. It was Captain 

 John Connor, arrayed in the state full dress of an Indian 

 head chief ! Nothing was lacking but the paint and 

 scalp-lock, he was too civilised for these. The dainty 

 French kid boots in which we had been accustomed to 

 see his feet encased were replaced by buckskin moccasins, 

 stiff and brilliant with coloured beads ; his lower limbs 

 were covered with Indian-tanned buffalo-hide leggings, 

 heavily fringed with buckskin strings and human hair. The 

 neat frock-coat was exchanged for a buckskin hunting-shirt, 

 every seam fringed like the leggings, and further orna- 

 mented by bead embroidery and stained porcupine quills. 

 JJis chateau de Paris was a plume of war-eagle feathers ; 



