Indian sketches, taken during an expedition to the Pawnee tribes (Vol. 2 of 2) — John Shaqi
Indian sketches, taken during an expedition to the Pawnee tribes (Vol. 2 of 2)Irving, John Treat
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Indian sketches, taken during an expedition to the Pawnee tribes (Vol. 2 of 2)
Irving, John Treat
Indians of North America -- Kansas; Indians of North America -- Nebraska; Pawnee Indians
drumming upon their breasts with their fists, in exact time to a chant,
which they were letting out at the top of their lungs, and which always
wound up with a loud yell, by way of chorus.
But there must be an end of all things, and in due time there was an end
of the preparations. The tents were packed; the Indians were painted and
striped to resemble any thing but men; the soldiers had adjusted their
arms; the horses were saddled; the oxen were secured before the heavy
baggage wagons, and the party commenced slowly moving towards the village.
It was a fine sunny morning; the clumps of trees which clustered on the
low banks of the river, and the numberless islands which dotted its
broad, shallow waters, were alive with woodpeckers of every size and
hue. In every direction, they darted among the tall dead trees which
overhung the muddy stream, making the trunks resound with the incessant
hammering of their small but powerful beaks. Large flocks of gaily plumed
parroquets, whirled screaming past us, with a surprising velocity.
At ten o’clock the party had travelled several miles across the prairie,
and our vicinity to the village was becoming more perceptible. Mounted
Indians, sent out to watch for our approach, were seen here and there
flying across the hills in the direction of the village, to give notice
of the arrival to their chiefs. At a distance we could perceive several
bands of Indians in pursuit of large droves of their wild and fiery
horses, which they were urging at a headlong speed in the direction of
the town. In another quarter, on the top of a ridge of small hills,
groups of five or six were standing, intently watching the motions of the
party, which, from the jaded state of the oxen, were necessarily slow.
The soldiers who had been lazily lounging across the prairie, were now
called in, and formed in a compact body round the baggage wagons. An hour
more brought us in sight of the village.
Upon our near approach, we could perceive that the hills surrounding
it were black with masses of mounted warriors. Though they swarmed
upon their tops, to the number of several thousands, yet they stood
motionless and in silence, watching the approach of the mission. At
length a single horseman detached himself from the mass, and came
galloping down the hill and over the prairie to meet us. As he approached
there was a wild, free air about him, and he governed his gigantic black
horse with the greatest ease. I could not but think that if the rest
of these warriors were of the same mould, any resistance of our band,
however desperate, would avail but little against an attack of these
proud rulers of the prairie.
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