The tobacco he took from a skin bag which he also carried in his belt.
How quickly he filled the stone bowl of his pipe with the powdered tobacco!
Then he rubbed together two pieces of flint. Oh! he lost the first spark, but the second he caught with the thin piece of reed which he had ready.
How contented he looked as he stretched himself lengthwise on the rug and smoked his long pipe!
THE CHIEF’S PIPE
The chief’s pipe was very beautiful.
The stem was wonderfully carved and was beautifully ornamented with braids of porcupine quills and with beaks and tufts from woodpeckers’ heads.
Mewanee jumped up and looked eagerly at the fine buffalo which his father had shot.
