One solitary eagle plume, its tip stained vermilion, stuck from his scalp-lock.

It slated backward on a line with his profile.
Among all these chiefs, striking as they were, the figure of Wingenund, the Delaware, stood out alone.
His position was at the extreme left of the circle, where he leaned against a maple.

A long, black mantle, trimmed with spotless white, enveloped him.

One bronzed arm, circled by a heavy bracelet of gold, held the mantle close about his lofty form.

His headdress, which trailed to the ground, was exceedingly beautiful.