Each bore its trophies of scalps, elevated on poles, their long black locks streaming in the wind.
Each was accompanied by its rude music and minstrelsy.

In this way the procession extended nearly a quarter of a mile.

The warriors were variously armed, some few with guns, others with bows and arrows, and war clubs; all had shields of buffalo hide, a kind of defense generally used by the Indians of the open prairies, who have not the covert of trees and forests to protect them.

They were painted in the most savage style.

Some had the stamp of a red hand across their mouths, a sign that they had drunk the life-blood of a foe! As they drew near to the village the old men and the women began to meet them, and now a scene ensued that proved the fallacy of the old fable of Indian apathy and stoicism.