The great
chief's face shone with grease, and was made fearful to look upon with
much paint. On his robe were pictured the many battles in which he had
taken part; it was trimmed with a heavy fringe of scalp-locks. His
leggings and moccasins were richly embroidered with porcupine quills.
He walked forth like a king. The children of the village trembled as
they gazed upon him.
Bent Horn looked grand also in his own robes of state. Many a day had
his wife spent embroidering this robe with porcupine quills and
trimming it with fringes of his enemies scalp-locks. Heavy chains hung
around his neck. His long hair, which he had greased well, had been
divided into two parts and crossed on the top of his head, where it was
then gathered into a knot.
"Bent Horn's head-dress is almost as handsome as that of the Great
Chief," Timid Hare said to herself, as she watched the two men walking
together towards the council house.
The sun shone brightly throughout the whole celebration and the feasts
were spread outdoors. The chiefs and braves sat in a half-circle at
these feasts and the food was passed to them from steaming kettles.
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