to the waist.
These caps were of the simplest construction, being pieces of cloth cut
into an oblong shape, and sewed together at one end. They were,
however, richly ornamented with silk-work and beads.

On landing, Charley and Jacques walked up to a tall, good-looking
Indian, whom they judged from him demeanour, and the somewhat
deferential regard paid to him by the others, to be one of the chief men
of the little community.

"Ho! what cheer?" said Jacques, taking him by the hand after the manner
of Europeans, and accosting him with the phrase used by the fur-traders
to the natives. The Indian returned the compliment in kind, and led the
visitors to his tent, where he spread a buffalo robe for them on the
ground, and begged them to be seated. A repast of dried meat and
reindeer tongues was then served, to which our friends did ample
justice; while the women and children satisfied their curiosity by
peering at them through chinks and holes in the tent. When they had
finished, several of the principal men assembled, and the chief who had
entertained them made a speech, to the effect that he was much gratified
by the honour done to his people by the visit of his white brothers;
that he hoped they would continue long at the camp to enjoy their
hospitality; and that he would be glad to know what had brought them so
far into the country of the red men.

During the course of this speech the chief made eloquent allusion to all
the good qualities supposed to belong to white men in general, and (he
had no doubt) to the two white men before him in particular. He also
boasted considerably of the prowess and bravery of himself and his
tribe, launched a few sarcastic hits at his enemies, and wound up with a
poetical hope that his guests might live for ever in these beautiful
plains of bliss, where the sun never sets, and nothing goes wrong
anywhere, and everything goes right at all times, and where, especially,
the deer are outrageously fat, and always come out on purpose to be
shot! During the course of these remarks his comrades signified their
hearty concurrence in his sentiments, by giving vent to sundry low-toned
"hums!" and "hahs!" and "wahs!" and "hohs!" according to circumstances.
After it was over Jacques rose, and addressing them in their own
language, said--

"My Indian brethren are great. They are brave, and their fame has
travelled far. Their deeds are known even so far as where the Great
Salt Lake beats on