uainted with the Utah costume--both that used for war and the chase--
there was no fear about the correctness of his heraldry being called in
question. He knew every quartering: of the Utah escutcheon, with a
minuteness of detail that would have done credit to a King-at-arms.

For himself he needed no disguise. As a trapper of Taos, he might also
be an associate of Utah hunters; and personally unknown to the Mormons,
they would have no other thoughts about him--further than that their
friend Wa-ka-ra had sent him to guide them across the deserts of the
Colorado. At the Mormon camp, therefore, he could present himself in
his Mexican costume, without the Saints having the slightest suspicion
as to his true character. This left him free to lend his services to
the rest of us, and assist in our heraldic emblazonment. His first
essay was upon myself. My features being sufficiently pronounced,
rendered it all the more easy to make an Indian of me; and a uniform
coat of vermilion over my neck, face, and hands, transformed me into a
somewhat formidable-looking warrior. A buckskin hunting tunic, leggings
and mocassins concealed the remainder of my skin; while some locks of
long hair extracted from the mane and tail of my Arab, and craftily
united to my own dark tresses, with the plumed bonnet and drooping crest
overall, completed a costume that would have done me credit at a
Parisian _bal masque_.

With equal facility was accomplished the metamorphosis of the young
backwoodsman, but not so easily that of Sure-shot. The _nez retrousse_,
thin yellow hair, and green-grey eyes appeared to be insurmountable
obstacles to the Indianising of the ex-rifleman. Peg-leg, however,
proved an artist of skill. The _chevelure_ of Sure-shot, well saturated
with charcoal paste, assumed a different hue. A black circle around
each eye neutralised the tint of both iris and pupil. To his face was
given a ground-coat of red ochre; while some half-dozen dark stripes,
painted longitudinally over it, and running parallel to the nose,
extinguished the snub--transforming the Yankee into as good an Indian as
any upon the ground!

Marian was her own "dresser;" and while we were engaged outside, was
making her toilet within the tent. Her costume would require but little
alteration: it was Indian already. Her face alone needed masking--and
how was that to be done? To speak the truth, I was apprehensive upon
the score of her disguise. I could n