A thousand eagle plumes waved, and ten thousand bright-hued feathers quivered in the soft breeze.
The fantastically dressed scalps presented a contrast to the smooth, unadorned heads of the converted redmen.

These proud plumes and defiant feathers told the difference between savage and Christian.
In front of the knoll sat fifty chiefs, attentive and dignified.
Representatives of every tribe as far west as the Scioto River were numbered in that circle.

There were chiefs renowned for war, for cunning, for valor, for wisdom.

Their stately presence gave the meeting tenfold importance.

Could these chiefs be interested, moved, the whole western world of Indians might be civilized.
Hepote, a Maumee chief, of whom it was said he had never listened to words of the paleface, had the central position in this circle.