He wore three-cornered hat, deer-hide shirt and cloth trousers and moccasins. Like his friend he was very different from the English traders who came with pack horse and canoe to Logstown of the Mingos.
He kept glancing at Robert. What he saw was a hard, wiry boy, in beaded hunting-shirt and leggins and moccasins, with bow and otter-skin quiver, and black eyes and long brown hair and skin as brown as an Indian’s, and both cheeks painted with a red dot in a blue circle—a Mingo sign that Robert thought very becoming.
“Your boy?” the young captain asked of White Thunder.
And White Thunder, the Keeper of Wampum, who spoke English, said:
“No. Belong Tanacharison, Half-King.”
“Delaware?”
“No! Seneca. No Delaware. Seneca.”
“Where are you from?”
“Shenango, what English call Logstown, ’way off beyond mountains, on Beautiful River.”