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"Indeed, Louis, that must have been a very unsavoury dish," said Catharine. "That old buck-skin vest would have made a famous pot of soup of itself," added Hector, "or the deer-skin hunting shirt." "They might have been reduced even to that," said Louis, laughing, "but for the good fortune that befell them in the way of a half-roasted bear."
"One word more than I ask you, and I'll blow your brains out. Now, what's your name?" "Justin McKenzie's my name. Fearless Frank generally answers me the purpose of a nom de plume," was the reply. "Very good," and the stranger drew near enough for the Scarlet Boy to perceive that he was clad in buck-skin; well armed; wore a Spanish sombrero, and hair long, down over the square shoulders.
If he was a Frenchman, he spoke English without a trace of accent. "Hanging on for dear life!" gurgled Kit, the scent-bottle between his teeth. The young man broke into a ripple of boyish laughter. "Flew so far: then the wings gave out, eh?" He rose to his feet, and Kit saw he was wearing buck-skin breeches and top-boots. Bending, he grasped the boy's wrists. "One two and h'up she comes!"
This is what many Writers call Porcelan, and is made at New-York in great Quantities, and with us in some measure. Five Cubits of this purchase a dress'd Doe-Skin, and seven or eight purchase a dress'd Buck-Skin.
The belt was of tanned buck-skin, supporting tomahawk and broad-bladed scalping knife with elk-horn haft. The robe slung from his shoulders like a Roman toga was the softened hide of a young buffalo bull worn fur side in; and on the white skin side all the battles of his life had been painted. The medicine-bag was a beaver skin, ornamented with hawk-bills and ermine. He held it in his right hand.
One was a beardless youth attired in buck-skin, and armed with knife and pistols; the other a big, burly tough from the upper chain grisly, bloated and repulsive. He, too, was nothing short of a walking arsenal, and it was plain to see that he was a desperate character. The game was poker. The youth had won three straight games and now laid down the cards that ended the fourth in his favor.
The manners and customs of the people were simple and primitive. The costume of the men was a raccoon-skin cap, linsey hunting-shirt, buck-skin leggings and moccasons, with a butcher-knife in the belt.
By this time there was a dozen women around us. With the others was a middle-aged woman. She said, "Now, you men with the buck-skin clothes, come and take supper with us. It is now all ready." Jim said, "Come, Willie, let's go and eat, for I am hungry and tired too." While we were eating supper, three or four young ladies came up to us and asked me if I didn't want to dance.
But 'tain't likely he stayed thar; he kedn't keep long off o' the purairas. I tell ye, boys, these hyar Injens hev been makin' mischief somewhar'. Look thar, look at them leggin's! Thar's no eend o' white sculps on' 'em, an' fresh tuk, too!" The eyes of all turned towards these terrible trophies that in gory garniture fringe the buck-skin leg-wear of the savages.
He was habited in a buck-skin hunting-shirt, and wore leggins of the same material.
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