e them a home, to be theirs to all time. The concession came
too late. War and wandering had grown to be part of their natures; and
with a scornful pride they disdained the peaceful tillage of the soil.
The remnant of their tribe was collected on the Osage, but in one season
it had disappeared. The braves and young men wandered away, leaving
only the old, the women, and the worthless in their allotted home.
Where have they gone? Where are they now? He who would find the
Delawares must seek them on the broad prairies, in the mountain parks,
in the haunts of the bear and the beaver, the big-horn and the buffalo.
There he may find them, in scattered bands, leagued with their ancient
enemies the whites, or alone, trapping, hunting, fighting the Yuta or
Rapaho, the Crow or Cheyenne, the Navajo and the Apache.

I stood gazing upon the group with feelings of profound interest, upon
their features and their picturesque habiliments. Though no two of them
were dressed exactly alike, there was a similarity about the dress of
all. Most of them wore hunting-shirts, not made of deer-skin like those
of the whites, but of calico, printed in bright patterns. This dress,
handsomely fashioned and fringed, under the accoutrements of the Indian
warrior, presented a striking appearance. But that which chiefly
distinguished the costumes of both the Delaware and Shawano from that of
their white allies was the head-dress. This was, in fact, a turban,
formed by binding the head with a scarf or kerchief of a brilliant
colour, such as may be seen on the dark Creoles of Hayti. In the group
before me no two of these turbans were alike, yet they were all of a
similar character. The finest were those made by the chequered
kerchiefs of Madras. Plumes surmounted them of coloured feathers from
the wing of the war-eagle, or the blue plumage of the gruya.

For the rest of their costume they wore deer-skin leggings and
moccasins, nearly similar to those of the trappers. The leggings of
some were ornamented by scalp-locks along the outer seam, exhibiting a
dark history of the wearer's prowess. I noticed that their moccasins
were peculiar, differing altogether from those worn by the Indians of
the prairies. They were seamed up the fronts, without braiding or
ornament, and gathered into a double row of plaits.

The arms and equipments of these warrior men were like those of the
white hunters. They have long since discarded the bow; and in the