A great snow now falling, the barbarians were a little fearful lest the
white people should, by their traces, find out their skulking retreats,
which obliged them to make the best of their way to their winter
quarters, about two hundred miles farther from any plantation or
inhabitants, where, after a long and tedious journey, being almost
starved, I arrived with this infernal crew. The place where we were to
rest, in their tongue, is called Alamingo. There were found a number of
wigwams full of their women and children. Dancing, shooting, and
shouting were their general amusements; and in all their festivals and
dances they relate what successes they have had, and what damages they
have sustained in their expeditions, in which I became part of their
theme. The severity of the cold increasing, they stripped me of my
clothes, for their own use, and gave me such as they usually wore
themselves, being a piece of blanket, a pair of mogganes, or shoes, with
a yard of coarse cloth to put round me instead of breeches. To describe
their dress and manner of living may not be altogether unacceptable to
some of my readers; but, as the size of this book will not permit me to
be so particular as I might otherwise be, I shall just observe that they
in general wear a white blanket, which in war-time they paint with
various figures, but particularly the leaves of trees, in order to
deceive their enemies when in the woods. Their mogganes are made of
deer-skins, and the best sort have them bound round the edges with
little beads and ribbands. On their legs they wear pieces of blue cloth
for stockings, some like our soldiers' splatter-dashes. They reach
higher than their knees, but not lower than their ancles. They esteem
them easy to run in. Breeches they never wear, but instead thereof, two
pieces of linen, one before and another behind. The better sort have
shirts of the finest linen they can get, and to these some wear ruffles;
but these they never put on till they have painted them of various
colours, which they get from the pecone root and bark of trees, and
never pull them off to wash, but wear them till they fall to pieces.
They are very proud, and take great delight in wearing trinkets, such as
silver plates round their wrists and necks, with several strings of
wampum, which is made of cotton, interwoven with pebbles, cockleshells,
etc., down to their breasts, and from their ears and noses they have
rings or beads, which hang dangling an inch or two. The men have no
beards, to prevent which they use certain instruments and tricks as soon
as it begins to grow. The hair of their heads is managed differently;
some pluck out and destroy all, except a lock hanging from the crown of
the head, which they interweave with wampum and feathers of various
colours. The women wear it very long, twisted down their backs with
beads, feathers, and wampum, and on their heads most of them wear little
coronets of brass or copper; round their middle they wear a blanket
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