For the expedition we meditated, however, they were indispensable.

Zeke, being the owner of a pair of huge, dilapidated boots, hanging from a rafter like saddlebags, the doctor succeeded in exchanging for them a case-knife, the last valuable article in his possession.

For myself, I made sandals from a bullock's hide, such as are worn by the Indians in California.

They are made in a minute; the sole, rudely fashioned to the foot, being confined across the instep by three straps of leather.
Our headgear deserves a passing word.

My comrade's was a brave old Panama hat, made of grass, almost as fine as threads of silk; and so elastic that, upon rolling it up, it sprang into perfect shape again.
Set off by the jaunty slouch of this Spanish sombrero, Doctor Long Ghost, in this and his Eoora, looked like a mendicant grandee.
Nor was my own appearance in an Eastern turban less distinguished.