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Updated: June 11, 2025
"Aren't my chessmen there? and my Indian canoe? and my moccasins? " "Yes, Miss Daisy, all them's here." "Well, the spoon is there too, then; it was with the canoe and the moccasins." "It ain't here, Miss Daisy." "Then look in all the other drawers, June." June did so; no spoon. Daisy half raised herself up for a frightened look towards her "cabinet."
As soon as the youth has returned from the war-path or the chase, he puts on his porcupine-quill embroidered moccasins and leggings, and folds his best robe about him. He brushes his long, glossy hair with a brush made from the tail of the porcupine, perfumes it with scented grass or leaves, then arranges it in two plaits with an otter skin or some other ornament.
Pendants of gold depended from either ear, and his arms were encircled above the elbow with broad gold bands. The limbs were encased in leggings of dressed fawn skin, ornamented along the seams with a fringe of scalp-locks; a guarantee of his personal bravery. Moccasins worked into grotesque designs with beads and porcupine quills covered his feet.
Leggins, or drawers, of the same material, covered the lower extremities, to which was appended a pair of moccasins for the feet. The cape or collar of the hunting shirt, and the seams of the leggins were adorned with fringes. The undergarments were of coarse cotton. A leather belt encircled the body. On the right side was suspended the tomahawk, to be used as a hatchet.
He took no trouble to hide it, which proves that he had friends in this region, and was not afraid to be followed. Here he sat on a fallen log and rested a while." "How do you know that, Tayoga?" "See the prints in front of the log. They were made by the heels of his moccasins only. He tilted his feet up until they rested merely on the heels.
"Will it wash off?" asked Frances, looking gloomily down at her feet, which seemed to be encased in green moccasins. At that moment she slipped and fell sprawling on top of the roof. When the others helped her to her feet, she was a sight to behold, her white dress splotched with vivid green from top to bottom.
"How about your feet?" "Say, you wouldn't call me a tenderfoot, would you?" "Not exactly." "Then slip on them moccasins. But first I aim to make a circle and see just where they caught up our stock." Bartley drew on the moccasins and, tying his boots together, rolled them in his blanket. Meanwhile, Cheyenne circled the camp far out, examining the scattered tracks of horses.
It reminded me some of the feelings I had when I was seasick on Lake Michigan. It may be interesting to describe how we were dressed to enter on this winter campaign. We wore moccasins of our own make. I had a buckskin jumper, and leggins that came up to my hips. On my head a drab hat that fitted close and had a rim about two inches wide. In fair weather I went bare-headed, Indian fashion.
It was evident that he had not closed the door behind him, for the sounds of the fiddle and of the revellers became much more distinct, I had left my snowshoes near the entrance to the tunnel, and my moccasins made no sound upon the floor. I crept out of my hiding place and went toward the open door. As I had surmised, this was the place of the assemblage.
He had been called upon by Red Snake to announce what further of the White Queen his medicine had revealed. Big Smoke wore the head of a wolf with cow's horns set over the ears. His lithe red body was covered with a long bear skin. His legs were bare to the tops of his gaily beaded moccasins. He circled the silent group with fantastic gyrations and stopped finally in the center.
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