The hunting coat was unlaced, exposing, under the long, fringed borders, a tunic of the same well-tanned, but finer and softer, material.

As he walked, the flaps of his coat fell back, showing a belt containing two knives, sheathed in heavy buckskin, and a bright tomahawk.

He carried a long rifle in the hollow of his arm.
"These hunters have the same kind of buckskin suits," continued Joe; "still, it doesn't seem to me the clothes make the resemblance to each other.

The way these men stand, walk and act is what strikes me particularly, as in the case of Wetzel." "I know what you mean.

The flashing eye, the erect poise of expectation, and the springy step--those, my lad, come from a life spent in the woods.