Reginald having learned from Baptiste that this was their mode of
showing honour to guests on their arrival, awaited patiently the
termination of their manœuvres; and when at length they ceased, and
the Osage party reined their horses up by the side of the Delawares,
he went forward and shook hands with their leader, a warrior somewhat
older than War–Eagle, and of a fine martial appearance. As soon as he
found an opportunity, Reginald, turning to Wingenund, who was close
behind him, inquired, in English, if that Osage chief was Mahéga?
“No,” replied the youth, “that is a brave[26], called in their tongue
the Black–Wolf. Mahéga,” he added, with a peculiar smile, “is very
different.”
“How mean you, Wingenund?”
“Black–Wolf,” replied the youth, “is a warrior, and has no fear, but he
is not like Mahéga;—an antelope is not an elk!”
While this conversation was going on, the party entered the encampment,
and wound their way amongst its scattered lodges, towards that of
Tamenund, where, as the War–Eagle informed Reginald, a feast was
prepared for his reception, to which Mahéga and the other Osage leaders
were invited.
On arriving before the Great Lodge, Reginald and his companions
dismounted, and giving their horses to the youths in attendance, shook
hands in succession with the principal chiefs and braves of the two
nations. Reginald was much struck by the benevolent and dignified
countenance of the Delaware chief; but in spite of himself, and of a
preconceived dislike which he was inclined to entertain towards Mahéga,
or Red–hand, his eye rested on that haughty chieftain with mingled
surprise and admiration. He was nearly a head taller than those by
whom he was surrounded; and his limbs, though cast in an Herculean
mould, showed the symmetrical proportions which are so distinctive
of the North American Indians: his forehead was bold and high, his
nose aquiline, and his mouth broad, firm, and expressive of most
determined character; his eye was rather small, but bright and piercing
as a hawk’s; his hair had been all shaven from his head, with the
exception of the scalp–lock on the crown, which was painted scarlet,
and interwoven with a tuft of horsehair dyed of the same colour. Around
his muscular throat was suspended a collar formed from the claws of
the grisly bear, ornamented with party–coloured beads, entwined with
the delicate fur of the white ermine; his hunting–shirt and leggins
were of the finest antelope skin, and his mocassins were adorned with
beads and the stained quills of the porcupine. He leant carelessly on a
bow, which few men in the tribe could bend. At his back were slung his
arrows in a quiver made with wolf–skin, so disposed that the grinning
visage of the animal was seen above his shoulder; while a war–club and
scalping–knife, fastened to his belt, completed the formidable Mahéga’s
equipment.
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