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
It was not long before the lodge became crowded. The old warriors,
moved with a hushed step, across the building, and listened, to our
conversation. Occasionally, some distinguished brave stalked in. There
was a great difference between his manners, and those of the less noted
warriors. The latter, stole quietly into the lodge, taking their stations
in some remote and retired nook, as if they entertained a doubt of their
privilege of entry. But as to the former, the bold and lofty carriage;
the swelling chest; the uplifted head; the slightly expanded nostril; the
keen searching eye, which flashed daringly around, showed him to be one
who owned no ruler, and who knew that none in that assembly, would dare
dispute his will. He would take his seat in the most conspicuous part of
the lodge, and gaze calmly, and silently upon the strangers.
It was not long before messengers came from different lodges, inviting
us to feasts, which had been prepared in honour of our arrival. We had
learned by this time, that there was no escape from the invitations of an
Indian host, so we followed the guide, who led us to the dwelling of the
second chief.
We found him seated upon a small leather mat. He was a fat, oily fellow,
with a jolly, good-natured face. Still its expression was tempered by
that gravity, which, from long habit, has become almost natural to the
race, and proverbial among the whites.
Around him were lounging about a dozen Indians. Some, reclining with
their backs against the pillars supporting the roof, with their eyes half
closed, were smoking their stone pipes. Some were lying half asleep upon
the clay floor, with their feet within a few inches of the fire; and
others were keeping up a sleepy song.
At a short distance from the fire, half a dozen squaws were pounding
corn, in large mortars,[F] and chattering vociferously at the same time.
In the farther part of the building, about a dozen naked children, with
faces almost hid by their bushy, tangled hair, were rolling and wrestling
upon the floor, occasionally causing the lodge to echo to their childish
glee. In the back ground, we could perceive some half a dozen shaggy,
thievish-looking wolf-dogs, skulking among the hides and bundles, in
search of food, and gliding about with the air of dogs, who knew that
they had no business there.
[F] The mortar is in universal use among the uncivilized tribes,
answering the purpose of a mill. The hollow is formed, by kindling a fire
upon the top of a block of wood, into which it gradually sinks itself,
until it forms a sort of bowl. The cavity is then cleansed from the
coal-black, and is fit for use.
These mortars are generally a foot in diameter, and about eight inches
deep. Corn is pulverised in them, by using a billet of wood as a pestle.
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